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"Blessed be the hour," saith Messire Gawain, "that I came herewithin!" "Mine be it!" saith the priest. Messire Gawain lay therewithin the night, and right well lodged was he. The morrow, when he had heard mass, he departed and went forth of the castle when he had taken leave.
Sixteen years previous to the epoch when this story takes place, one fine morning, on Quasimodo Sunday, a living creature had been deposited, after mass, in the church of Notre-Dame, on the wooden bed securely fixed in the vestibule on the left, opposite that great image of Saint Christopher, which the figure of Messire Antoine des Essarts, chevalier, carved in stone, had been gazing at on his knees since 1413, when they took it into their heads to overthrow the saint and the faithful follower.
Lancelot had served you well by his good will and by his good knighthood, nor never had he done you any disservice whereof you might in justice have done him such shame; nor never will your enemies withhold them from you nor have dread of you save only through him and other your good knights. And know of a truth that Lancelot and Messire Gawain are the best of your court."
After that it was evensong the knights drew them back to their tents, and they say all that the Knight of the Golden Arms and the Knight of the Red Arms had done better than they all at the assembly. King Arthur and Messire Gawain come back to the tent of the damsels, that make disarm them and do upon them the rich robes and make great joy of them.
With that the Good Knight departeth, and they commend him to God, and he them in like sort. Messire Gawain and Lancelot go their way back toward the court of King Arthur, and Perceval goeth amidst strange forests until he cometh to a forest far away, wherein, so it seemed him, he had never been before.
But Perion, unarmed and thus surrounded, understood only that he was lost. "Messire Demetrios," said Perion, "I never thought to ask a favour of you. I ask it now. For the ring's sake, give me at least a knife, Messire Demetrios. Let me die fighting." "Why, but who spoke of fighting? For the ring's sake, I have caused the ship to be rifled of what valuables they had aboard.
And when she had prayed of a long space she ariseth, and Messire Gawain biddeth her God give her good day, and she returneth his salute. "Damsel," saith he, "Meseemeth you are not over joyous." "Sir," saith she, "I have right, for now am I nigh unto my desolation, sith that I may not find the Good Knight.
"Sir," saith the hermit, "I ought not to lie, neither to you nor other. By the brachet may you well know that this is true." "Sir," saith Messire Gawain, "Of custom beareth he no such shield." "I know well," saith the hermit, "what shield he ought to bear, and what shield he will bear hereafter.
The Golden Knight pulled up short, but held his spear couched against the worst. Prosper spoke again quite cheerfully. "You and I have met, Dame Maulfry." "You are speaking foolishness and wasting my time, Messire. I neither know you nor your dame." "You may have known my shield in more gaudy trim. Did I not turn grave-digger for you some years ago?" "Oh, oh! you are Prosper le Gai?"
Thereon, lo you, two damsels that issue forth of a chapel, whereof the one holdeth in her hands the most Holy Graal, and the other the Lance whereof the point bleedeth thereinto. And the one goeth beside the other in the midst of the hall where the knights and Messire Gawain sat at meat, and so sweet a smell and so holy came to them therefrom that they forgat to eat.
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