It would not comfort him, to say, The man who came for me from Denmark is also gone, and Enjolras and Grantaire's beautiful friends who taught me the world's elemental secrets. Mordred with his dark looks is gone. Queen Gertrude is gone. Each man's grief is unique in all the world, and Lancelot grieves for a man who is like a brother to him. "I'm sorry," says Laertes, low--and though he warned Arthur away from Lancelot, he finds that he means it when he says, "I wish he could have stayed with thee."