lanselos_du_lac

Laertes isn't seeking Lancelot out--he's taken it into his head to further explore the woods, to see if there are other landmarks like the fountain that may bear further watching. But it's only sensible to take a sword when one fears one might meet with danger, and so it is that he's girded about with his rapier when he sees Lancelot seated on the bench.

"Sir," he says, drawing up short a few paces away. His face is drawn with banked anger. "You've done injury to a man I would call friend. Explain yourself, or draw."