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The laces of her gown would suffice if I could find no other cord." "Sir," said Messire Thibault, "you have but my word. The truth can only be assured if the lady might bear witness and testify with her own mouth." "Thibault," said the Count, "know you the name of this knight?" "Sir," cried Messire Thibault, "I beg you again to exempt me from naming the knight to whom this sorrow befell.
He draweth his spear back to him, and when the knight felt himself unpinned, he leaped to his feet and came straight to his horse and would fain set his foot in the stirrup when the damsel of the car crieth out: "Messire Gawain, hinder the knight! for and he were mounted again, too sore travail would it be to conquer him!"
No knight is there that should see you but ought to have you in remembrance in his heart for your courtesy and your worth." The knights were come about the tents. The King and Messire Gawain were armed and had made caparison their horses right richly. The damsel that should give the Golden Circlet was come.
And a damsel cometh to sit at the head of the bed, to whom he giveth the sword in keeping. Two others sit at his feet that look at him right sweetly. "What is your name?" saith the King. "Sir, my name is Gawain." "Ha, Messire Gawain," saith he, "This brightness of light that shineth there within cometh to us of God for love of you.
It was you who first knew the Lady Isoult?" "Yes, Messire." "It was you who told the others?" "Yes, Messire." "Your mistress then saw the Lady Isoult?" "Yes, Messire." "What happened next?" "My lady struck her, and pushed her into the corridor, Messire." "Ah! And then?" "And we were all there, Messire." "Ah, yes. Waiting?" "Yes, Messire." "And then?" "Then we had a procession, Messire."
To-morrow rests perhaps with heaven; but, depend upon it, Messire de la Foret, whatever we may do to-morrow will be foolishly performed, because we are both besotted by bright eyes and lips and hair. I trust to find our antics laughable. Yet there is that in me which is murderous when I reflect that you and she do not dislike me.
Then the lady began to weep with happy tears, and said to them, "Sir, now may you truly say that you are my father, for I am that daughter on whom you wrought such bitter justice. And you, Messire Thibault, are my lord and husband; and you, sir dansellon, are my brother." Then she rehearsed to them in what manner she was found of the chapmen, and how they bestowed her as a gift on the Soudan.
And they answered and said that none there was. Then fell the Lady a-weeping tenderly, and said to them: "Sir, now mayest thou well say that thou art my father, and I thy daughter, even her on whom thou didest such cruel justice. And thou, Messire Thibault, thou art my lord and my baron. And thou, sir varlet, art my brother."
King Arthur and Messire Gawain leap up to help Lancelot and smite upon these evil folk and cut them limb from limb, and they bellow like fiends so that the whole forest resoundeth thereof. And when they fell to the ground, they may no longer endure, but become fiends and ashes, and their bodies and their horses become devils all black in the shape of ravens that come forth of their bodies.
Messire Thibault sought of his host if there was any convent of nuns in those parts where a lady might repose her. The host made answer to him, "Sir, you are served to your wish. Just beyond the walls is a right fair religious house, with many holy women." On the morrow Messire Thibault went to this house, and heard Mass.
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