Last year's The Enchanted Cup told the Tristram story, and there was one brief passage which overlapped this tale of Launcelot and Guenivere, in a visit to Launcelot's northern keep, Joyous Gard, remote from the fabled towers of Camelot. There was little of joy in the thwarted love between these two, and more of heartbreak, as King Arthur knew and closed his eyes until Gawaine and his natural son, Mordred, seeking to slit Britain, to sow dissension, forced Arthur to act against Launcelot. There is much in this story that is new to those who know only the somewhat glamorized versions of Le Morte d'Arthur but somehow tales of the Round Table never stale and Dorothy Roberts has a gift of giving immediate awareness to material drawn from the remote past. This gift she has applied again to this version of the days of chivalry. The minutiae of life of the times gives it reality, shorn somewhat of the trappings of glamour we have come to associate with the era. And the cross currents of resentment, jealousy, suspicion that made fertile soil for dissolution are evident in incident after incident. Miss Roberts has her devoted following and this fits into the groove.