Lancelot and the House of Fame

'Yuletide again. Camelot was alive with all the joys of the season’s festivities: enormous boughs of holly and ivy were wreathed around the halls, songs and spices filled the air, faces were red with laughter and the midwinter cold. It was lovely, heart-warming—but Lancelot was not feeling the spirit. From where he traipsed through the snowy courtyard, jubilant strains of ‘Nove Lucis Hodie’ reached him, and he felt almost penitent to find that they did not fill him with the cheer they had always used to.The reason for his melancholy was—over there, chatting with some ladies, who were visibly trying to keep up their modest manners despite holding the attention of the fairest knight in all of Camelot. Lancelot noticed this with a wave of resentment.'A poet appears at Camelot's Yuletide feast, singing of a place where fame will be granted to the fortunate. Lancelot is suspicious: is he just jealous that Gawain seems more taken with the poet than with him? Or is there something sinister afoot?