The lady came forward and, taking the ointment out of the little case, spread out a cloth. Since she was very expert in what she was about to do, she had no trouble in remembering all the fine details of the task at hand. She smoothed the sweet-smelling ointment all over Lancelot's face, head, and neck. Then she did his shoulders and arms, one by one. After that, she treated everything else that was slumped out there: his torso, legs, and feet; each and every place he was hurt was smeared and treated with her ointment.

You did not have to wait too long at all before Lancelot was cured by all that! All the scabs fell from his body, limbs, and sides, and new skin took their places.

Marvels of Rigomer