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To him quoth my lord Duke, smiling: "Messire, an you be in a mind to wager now, I will lay you this my roan stallion 'gainst that suit of triple mail you won at Dunismere joust, that Gefroi breaks thy forester's back within two falls how say you?"
"Sir, the Lord of the Red Tower hath made bring Messire Gawain into a launde of this forest, and there, all unarmed, must he do battle with a lion. So my lord is waiting for the Knight of the Galley, that is to bring two damsels thither that the lion will devour when he shall have slain Messire Gawain." "Will the battle be presently?" saith Meliot.
"And whither shall you ride this day?" "Sir, I would fain be in the Red Launde, and thither will I take this knight, that was a right worshipful man for his age." "And wherefore will you take him there?" saith Messire Gawain. "For that he that shall do best at the assembly of knights shall avenge this knight's death." The damsel goeth her way thereupon.
"Sir," saith Lancelot to the King, "So it please you, and Messire Gawain be willing, I will go back toward Cardoil, and help to defend your land to the best I may, for sore is it discounselled, until such time as you shall be come from the Graal." "Certes," saith Messire Gawain to the King, "Lancelot hath spoken well, so you grant him your consent."
And beyond that, will you find the fairest forest and most delightsome when you shall have passed through this that sore is wearisome." Messire Gawain turneth him to go, and the damsel afoot crieth out to him: "Sir, not so heedful are you as I supposed." Messire Gawain turneth his horse's head as he that was startled: "Wherefore say you so, damsel?" saith he.
"I pray you show me." "Nay, for that doth not please me, messire." "I pray you, who was he that came hither but now a tall man in a long blue cloak?" "I saw him not, my lord." "So needs must I see thy letter." "Nay, that thou shalt not, my lord," said she, and rose to her stately height. "Aye, but I shall!" quoth Beltane softly, and came a pace yet nearer.
All of them could he not record, but only these whereof he best remembered him, and whereof he knew for certain all the adventures by virtue of the Holy Spirit. This high record saith that Messire Gawain hath wandered so far that he is come into the Red Launde whereas the assembly of knights should be held. He looketh and seeth the tents pitched and the knights coming from all quarters.
He calleth the five knights and saith unto them: "Lords, my will is that you be there on my behalf and that you shall safeguard the same by consent of the knights that are here present." "Sir, right gladly do we agree thereto." "Sir," saith Messire Gawain to the Lord of the Moors, "I give you moreover as my prisoner to the Widow Lady that harboured me last night."
"Sir," saith Messire Ywain to the King, "Howsoever Lancelot might have wrought in respect of Meliant, your land ought not to be called to account, for you were not in the kingdom, nor knew not that either had done other any wrong, and therefore say I that King Claudas will do great wrong and he bring plaint or levy war against you on this account."
She kept protesting with little cries: "I won't have it. Fie! fie on you, messire! You must not do it. Oh! sweetheart... oh! my love... my life! You are killing me!" Anon, when she had done sighing and dying, she said sweetly: "Messire Philippe, never flatter yourself you have mastered me by force or guile.
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