There is actually more written about Lancelot's horse and trimmings than the Lady herself!
" All in the blue unclouded weatherThick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some beard'd meteor, burning bright,
his coal-black curls as on he rode,
Sang Sir Lancelot."
That's four entire verses that souly describe Lancelot and his horse :S



