recreant

When little Vladimir finally relinquished her, with assurances that he was ‘desolated to leave so early’, she was ready to rest, and see how her recreant knight had borne his punishment.

‘Come, if you are not all recreant!’

“Yield, recreant, what?” cried King PeDinore.

“Yield thee, recreant,” said the King.

“Sir, I was sent for to my lady your Queen, I know not for what cause; but I was not so soon within the chamber door when immediately Sir Agravaine and Sir Mordred beat upon it, calling me traitor and recreant knight.”