Author Unknown - Prose Merlin - The Tournament at Logres; King Lot and His Sons; and Morgan and Gyomar lyrics

[Summary. Still chaffing over their humiliation in the Tournament at Toraise, the Knights of the Round Table challenge the Queen's Knights to compete in a tournament at Logres. Arthur, fearing a repetition of the malice and rancor that surfaced previously, asks Gawain to promise that it will not occur this time, but Gawain refuses to do so. King Ban advises Arthur to arm another group and hold them in reserve in case trouble develops. The Knights of the Round Table take on a group of Gawain's young knights, who are a**isted by King Lot's knights. When the Round Table Knights begin to get the upper hand, Gawain, Ewain, Sagremor, and Gifflet rush into the fray and drive their opponents back toward the river. Now greatly incensed, the Round Table Knights decide to arm themselves with "speres, grete and rude" - weapons whose use had been forbidden. See- ing what their foes are going to do, Gawain and his fellows decide to do likewise. Now the fighting becomes bitter and intense, with the two sides acting as if they are fighting a "mortal werre." Gawain unsheathes Calibourne and k**s forty men himself. The Round Table Knights flee, with Gawain and his fellowship in pursuit. At this point Arthur and the three kings rush to the scene and intervene. Arthur rebukes Gawain,but Gawain insists that the real fault lies with the Round Table Knights. King Lot sternly berates his son, telling him to end his folly. At last Gawain begins to cool down. The knights retire from the field, wash themselves, and then return to the court. The Knights of the Round Table agree to make amends, which pleases the king and queen. Gawain, however, remains hostilely silent. The king reproves Gawain for continuing in his anger. The queen, in a gentler fashion, urges Gawain to leave his anger and reminds him that all of Arthur's men should "love eche other and helpe agein alle peple; and yef youre enmyes come agein yow, to hem ye sholde be fierce, and not to hem that tomorowe shull put her bodyes in aventure of deth for my lorde." Gawain, moved by the queen's words, says he will do as she wishes. The Round Table Knights bow down to Gawain and ask him to pardon them. Gawain then joins their fellowship, and all of Arthur's knights agree never to tourney against each other again. The other Queen's Knights also become members of the Round Table, making a total of 90 Round Table Knights. Later, the author says, that number will become 400. Tidings are brought to the people of Britain concerning the "Seint Graal," the holy vessel in which Joseph of Arimathea collected the blood that flowed from Christ's wounded side. They learn that this holy vessel, along with the Holy Spear, have come from heaven to the City of Sarras, and from there out into the world. Now no one knows what has become of them. Indeed, they are told that these objects will never be found until the coming of the best knight of the world. After learning this, Arthur's knights invite all the best knights from other countries to join their knightly fellowship. Fols. 172v (line 28)- 179r (line 29).] Full gladde and jocounde were the companye of the Rounde Table for that thei were acorded with Sir Gawein. And full moche thei hym preised and comended for the grete prowesse that thei saugh hym do at this turnement, and seide amonge hem in counseile that ten the best knyghtes therynne sholde not agein hym en dure, body for body. Thus the knyghtes therynne seide theire volunté. But moche more spake the ladyes and the maydenes in the chambers. Than was water asked; and whan thei hadde waisshen, than sat every knyght as hym ought for to do. And the Quenes Knyghtes were sette by the Knyghtes of the Rounde Table. And the Kynge Arthur and the Kynge Ban and the Kynge Bohors and the Kynge Looth sat at the high deyse as thei ought for to do, and mo sat ther not but thei foure. And that day served Gawein and Kay the Stiward and Lucas the Botiller and Gifflet and other aboute a forty. [Summary. After dinner, the four kings retire to a chamber and discuss what they should do in regard to the Saxons. Lot believes that if all of the British barons would unite behind Arthur, they could drive the Saxons out; he suggests that they ask the Saxons for a year's truce. Ban urges Lot to take that message to the Saxons, and Lot agrees to do so. Fols. 179v (line 6)-180r (line 23).] Whan the Kynge Looth saugh how thei acorded that he sholde go upon this nede, he knewe well how thei hadde reson. Than he seide he wolde go and have with hym his foure sones. "Trewly," seide the Kynge Bohors, "yef thei bene with yow, than have ye no drede of no man of moder born." Whan [the Kynge Arthur] saugh that thei were to this acorded that the Kynge Looth sholde lede with hym his foure sones, he yaf a grete sigh, for he douted of Sir Gawein, in whom he hadde so tentefly sette his love, so that ther was nothinge in the worlde that he loved so moche. And the quene knewe a partie of his thought and seide to the kynge, "Sir, graunte the Kynge Looth to lede with hym his children hardely, for thei shull have no drede yef God will; for the more thei be youre frendes the better, and withe the more tendir herte shull thei do youre message as is nede, more than sholde another that therof sette no charge. And lever I hadde that my frende counseiled with myn enmyes than another that were straunge." "Dame," seide the Kynge Arthur, "I me acorde, seth the barouns have it ordeyned." And than he seide to the Kynge Looth and praide hym to appareile hym to go secretly that no man knewe whider he wolde go. With that was Gawein cleped and his brethren that were pleyinge in the halle. And whan thei come to the quene, she aroos and wente hem ageins and seide thei were welcome. And thei dide yelde hir agein hir salew debo*erly. Than Arthur tolde hem all as was de vised, how thei moste go on the message, and why thei hadde it amonge hem purveyed. And than thei ansuerde and seide that it was goode for to be don. After that seide the Kynge Looth to Sir Gawein, "Feire sone, goth forth and appareile yow and youre brethern, that ye faile nought whan we shull go." "Sir," seide Gawein, "what arayment sholde we have eny more but oure armours and oure horse? We shull neither have somer ne male trussed, neither grete ne small, but goode stedes and swyft on the whiche we shull ride, that may bere us to garison yef myster be. Ne here behoveth noon abidinge, for yef ye do my counseile, we shull meve yet this nyght at the first somme, and ride as grete journeyes as we may, for soche a nede as this is sholde not be put in no delay." "Trewly, nevew," seide Arthur, "ye sey soth. Now, go reste yow awhile and slepe." Than Gawein turned hym to the quene and seide, "Madame, I prey that ye thinke on my felowes that leven here with yow, for the Knyghtes of the Rounde Table ne love not hem wele in herte, but have to hem envye, as ye knowe well youreself. And paraventure whan I and my brethern be gon, thei will make some bourde or some turnement agein hem; wherefore I praye yow, as my goode lady, that ye suffre hem to make no party." "And I yow graunte," seide the quene, "that ther ne shall noon be; yef my lorde will leve my counseile, ther shall never be turnement as longe as the Saisnes be in this londe." And than the kynge seide, "Be the feith that I owe unto yow, no more ther sholde." With that thei departed and wente to theire chambres for to slepe and to reste; and thei that were in the halle wente to theire hostelles and departeden. But who that departed, Gyomar ne departed never but abode spekynge with Morgain, the sustur of Kynge Arthur, in a wardrope under the paleys, where she wrought with silke and golde, for she wolde make a coyf for hir suster, the wif of Kynge Looth. This Morgain was a yonge damesell, fressh and jolye. But she was somwhat brown of visage and sangwein colour, and nother to fatte ne to lene, but was full apert, avenaunt, and comely, streight and right plesaunt, and well syngynge. But she was the moste hotest woman of all Breteigne and moste luxuriouse; and she was a noble clergesse, and of astronomye cowde she inough, for Merlin hadde hir taught. And after he lerned hir inough, as ye shull heren afterward, and so moche she sette theron hir entent and lerned so moche of egramauncye that the peple cleped hir afterward Morgain le Fee, the suster of Kynge Arthur, for the merveiles that she dide after in the contrey. And the beste workewoman she was with hir handes that eny man knewe in eny londe; and therto she hadde oon of the feirest heed and the feirest handes under hevene, and sholdres well shapen at de vise. And she hadde feire eloquense, and tretable and full debonair she was, as longe as she was in hir right witte; and whan she were wroth with eny man, she was evell for to acorde. And that was well shewed afterward, for hir that she sholde moste have loved of all the world dide she after the moste shame, wherof it was after alle the dayes of hir lif; and that was the Quene Gonnore, as that ye shull it heren hereafter, and wherfore it was. Whan Guyomar entred into the chambre theras was Morgain the Fee, he hir salued full swetly, and she hym salued agein curteisly. And he sette hym down by hir and helped to wynde the threde of golde, and asked hir what she sholde therwith make. And he was a feire knyght and comly, well shapen, and his visage well coloured, and his heer was crull and yelowe, and was feire and plesaunt of body and of chere laughinge. And he aresoned hir of many thinges, and she beheilde hym gladly and was well plesed with all that he seide and dide. And so longe thei spake togeder that he praied hir of love; and the more that she hym behilde, the better she was with hym plesed, and that she gan love hym so well that she re- fused nothinge that he wolde hir require. And whan he aparceyved that she wolde suffre gladly his requeste, he began hir to enbrace, and she hym suffred; and he began to kysse hir tendirly that bothe thei begonne to chauffe, as nature wolde, and fellen down on a grete bedde and pleyde the comen pley, as thei that gretly it desired. For yef he were desirouse, she was yet moche more, so that thei loved hertely togeder longe tyme that noon it wiste. But after it knewe the Quene Gonnore, as ye shull here telle, wherfore thei were departed; and therfore she hated the quene and dide hir after gret annoye and of blames that she areised that ever en dured while hir lif lasted. But now retourne we to Kynge Looth and his sones that be go to slepe. [Summary. That night Lot and his sons set out. After riding for eight days they encounter a large party of Saxons. Clarion, one of the Saxon leaders, rides upon a magnificent horse. Fol. 181r (line 32)-181v (line 23).] This Clarion rode on Gringalet, an horse that was so cleped so for the grete bounté that he hadde. For as the storye seith, for ten myle rennynge abated he never his corage ne hym neded no spore, ne no skyn of hym therfore ne sholde not swete. And whan the Saisnes hem saugh ridinge on her wey, thei knewe well by theire armes and hir conysshaunce that thei were noon of her companye; and thei hoved and abode. And whan Gawein saugh that, he hoved stille and bad his fader and his brethren to lepe upon theire horses, and so thei dide delyverly. And the gromes toke the palfreys and lepte up and rode into the foreste that wey streight as theire wey turned. And thei com toward the Saisnes as the wey hem ledde, for thei deyned not to glenche. And mid-day was than pa**ed and drough towarde noone. And so rode the Kynge Looth formest, and Gawein after, and his brethern hym beside a softe paas. And whan thei hadde so riden that thei began to come nygh, than seide Gawein to his fader that he ne sholde entende to noon other thinge ne coveite but to perce hem thourghout - and to his brethern he seide the same - till thei were come on that other side. Than the Saisnes hem ascride and seide, "Ye knyghtes that come ther, yelde yow and telle us what ye be and what ye go sechinge." And the Kynge Looth ansuerde, "We ben fyve messagiers of the Kynge Arthur that go on his erunde ther he hath us sente; and more will we not sey." And thei seide, "Cesse and go no ferther; for we kepe the weyes in the name of Kynge Hardogabran and Orienx, the sone of Brangue of Saxoyne, and in the name of Margrat, to whom we lede this pray and these prisoners; and of yow also shull we make present." "Ye," quod the Kynge Looth, "whan ye may!" [Summary. King Lot and his sons charge through the Saxons, who turn and pursue them. When Lot's horse is k**ed, he fights on foot. Using Calibourne, Gawain defends his father against forty Saxons. Then he brings the horse of a dead Saxon to his father while his three brothers inflict great harm to the other Saxons. Lot and his sons then make another attempt to escape. Fols. 182r (line 10)-182v (line 14).] And whan the thre kynges saugh hem departe, thei cried upon her men, "Now after hem, and lete not the traitours ascape." Than thei pa**ed the forde and chaced hem harde. And the Kynge Clarion that satte upon the Gringalet chaced hem formest the lengthe of an arblast. And Sir Gawein was behynde alle his felowes, his swerde in his hande all blody. And the sarazin that sore peyned hym to overtake ascried hym, "Wy, yelde thee, or thow art but deed!" And Gawein loked and saugh the horse so swyftly renne that he gate grounde sore after hym; and gretly he hym coveited in his herte, and seide yef he myght gete soche an horse, he wolde not yeve it for the beste citee that Kynge Arthur hadde. And than he gan to ride a softer paas and rode walopinge; and Clarion hym enchased faste after. And whan Gawein saugh he was come so nygh, he turned his shelde, and Clarion smote so harde hym upon the shelde that the spere fly on peces. And Gawein hym hitte upon the helme that he slytte thourgh the coyf of mayle and the flessh to the harde boon, that he was so astoned that he fill in swowne to the grounde out of his sadill. And Gawein caught Gringalet be the bridell and ledde hym to a grove ther faste by of half a myle. And his fader rode alwey forth before and his thre sones, and entended to nought elles but to go theire wey, and wende thei hadde alle foure be by hym. And the duste and the powder was so thikke that oon myght not se fer from hym; and so thei hadde lefte Gawein behynde the space of half a myle. And whan Gawein was come into the grove, he sawgh the five gromes come oute of the foreste that rode on the five palfreyes, and than was he gladde and preised hem moche for that thei hadde peyned hem sore hem for to sewe. Than he alight of his horse and lepte on the Gringalet, and toke his horse to oon of the gromes for to lede, and comaunded hem to go after his fader and his brethern that were gon before, and bidde hem spede hem faste on hir journey. "And I shall folowe anoon after, but I will se where these peple will be come." But he abode for nought, for thei chaced no ferther after thei fonde the Kynge Clarion lyinge, but stode abowte hym and wende well he hadde ben deed, and made gret doel that Sir Gawein myght here the crye ther he was. [Summary. Lot and his sons, discovering that Gawain is not with them, mourn his demise. But then the grooms arrive with the palfreys and tell them that Gawain is safe. Meanwhile, Gawain sets upon the Saxons, who chase him but are not able to catch the fleet-footed Gringolet. Then Lot and his sons ride to Gawain's aid, slaying many of the Saxons. The remaining Saxons ride back to Clarion; Lot and his sons ride on their way until evening. Fols. 183r (line 6)-184v (line 15).] And the Kynge Loot and his sones saugh it drough to nyght and rode forth theire wey, but who hadde sein theire armours, he myght have seide thei hadde not ben at sojourne, for theire sheldes were slitte and theire helmes tohewen and theire armours all torente and theire horse all blode and brayn; and it semed that out of stronge stour thei were departed, with that thei be come to the grove ther the gromes hem abiden. And thei alight of theire horse and lepe on the palfreyes. And the gromes ledde theire horse and bare theire speres and theire sheldes and theire helmes, and rode thourgh the wode that was grete till it was fer in the nyght. And the mone shone right clier till that thei come to a forester, that was a goode man and hadde foure sones that were feire yonge bachelers and hadde a wif that was a goode lady. This foresters place was stronge and well closed with depe diches full of water, and was environed with grete okes; and therto it was so thikke of busshes and of thornes and breres that noon wolde have wende that ther hadde be eny habitacion. Thider com the Kynge Loot and his foure sones at the first cok crowinge, and happed that her wey hem ledde to a posterne wherby men entred into the place, and made oon of theire gromes to crie and knokke till the yate was opened. And oon of the foresteres sones hem asked what thei were; and thei seide thei were five erraunt knyghtes that wente upon theire grete nede. "Sirs," seide the yonge man, "ye be welcome," and ledde hem into the middill of the court, and thei alight of theire horse. And ther were inowe that ledde hem to stable and yaf hem hay and otes, for the place was well stuffed. And a squyer hem ledde into a feire halle be the grounde, hem for to unarme. And the vavasour and his wif and his foure sones that he hadde and his tweyne doughtres dide arise and light up torches and other lightes therynne, and sette water to the fier and waisshed theire visages and theire handes, and after hem dried on feire toweiles and white, and than brought eche of hem a mantell. And the vavasour made cover the tables and sette on brede and wyne grete foyson, and venyson and salt flessh grete plenté. And the knyghtes sat down and ete and dranke as thei that therto have grete nede. The vavasours two doughtres behilde Sir Gawein tenderly and his brethern, and sore thei merveiled what thei myght be. And the foresters foure sones served before the knyghtes, and the maidenes served of wyn. And the lady satte before Sir Gawein, and the hoste before Agravain and Gueheret and Gaheries togeder; and the Kynge Loot satte even beside his hoste a litill above. And thei were well served as aboute soche hour, for it was full nygh mydnyght. [Summary. When King Lot discovers that the forester is the liegeman of King Clarion of Northumberland and that his wife is related to several of Arthur's knights, he tells the forester that all of the barons are to a**emble at a certain place in Scotland on St. Bartholomew's Day; the forester agrees to take that message to Clarion. The story then turns to King Pelles of Lystenoys, the brother of King Pellynor. King Pelles's son wishes to go to Arthur's court and receive his arms from Gawain, who he says is the best knight of the world. The youth sets out, accompanied by one squire, but they soon encounter the Saxons, who chase them. With the Lord's help, they defend themselves from the Saxons, k**ing several of them. Fols. 184v (line 12)-187v (line 4).] Whan the Kynge Looth and his foure sones were departed from the forester, thei rode thourgh the foreste that was grete and high and delitable in for to traveile. And it was feire weder and stille, and that nyght hadde ben a grete dewe; and the briddes songen for swetnesse of the myry seson, and thei songe so myrily and so high in theire langage that all the wode ronge. And the kynge hem herkened, and his foure sones that were yonge and lusty, and remembred hem on theire newe loves. And so thei ride a two myle, thinkinge on the briddes songe. And Gaheries, that was amourouse, began for to singe a newe made songe; and he songe right wele and merily and well entuned. And whan the sonne was up and he saugh his brethern were somwhat fer behynde hym, he turned beside the wey to make his horse stale till thei were come to hym, for thei herkened hym gladly. And Gaheries com to Agravain and to Geheret and seide, "Let us singe"; and than thei begonne to singe alle thre. And than seide Gaheries to Agravain and to Gueheret, "Now telle me by the feith that ye owe to the Kynge Looth my fader and yours, yef ye hadde the two doughtres of oure hoste that was this nyght and thei were now here, telle me, what wolde ye do?" "So God me helpe," seide Agravain, "I sholde have my wille." "So helpe me God," seide Gaheries, "so wolde not I do, but I wolde bringe hem to saftee. And ye, Gueheret, what wolde ye do?" Quod Gueheret, "I sholde make hir my love, yef I myght therto hir entrete; but be force wolde I nothinge do, for than were the game nought but yef it plesed hir as well as me." While thei seide these wordes, overtoke hem the Kynge Looth and Gawein that wele hadde herde that thei hadde seide. And thei lough alle togeder. And than thei asked whiche hadde seide beste. "Of that," quod the kynge, "shall Gawein youre brother by juge." "And I shall soone have seide," quod Gawein. "Gaheries hath seide beste and Agravain werste, for Agravain sholde se that noon dide hem noon harme but sholde helpe to diffende hem at his power; but me semeth ther were no werse enmy than he. And Geheret hath yet seide better than he, for he seith he wolde nothinge do be force; and that he seith so cometh hym but of love and curtesie. And Gaheries hath seide as a goode man, for so as he seith wolde I do the same, yef it were for me to do." And than thei lough and japed with Agravain, and the kynge hymself more than eny other, and rode to Agravain and seide, "What, Agravain, hadde ye the doughter of youre hoste for youre foule delite, a feire rewarde yelde ye for the feire servise and the goode chere that she hath yow don, for trewly, she hath it evill besette." "Sir," seide Agravain, "thei sholde not therfore have no mayme of hande ne foote." "No, " quod the kynge, "but thei shull lese all worship." "I cannot sey," quod Agravain, "of eny man that wolde hem spare, yef he hadde hem alone by hymself, for after that he lete her pa**e, she sholde hym never love." "But he sholde kepe and save his honour," seide the kynge. "Certes," seide Agravain, "never after he hadde lefte hir, she wolde but skorne and preyse hym the lesse." Quod the kynge, "I wolde not sette at a boton what oon seide, so that my worship were saved, so that I hadde no vylonye ne reprof." "Ya, ther is no more of," quod Agravain, "but we shull us yelden into soche place ther we shull se no women." "Ha, Agravain," quod the Kynge Looth, "yef ye yow thus demene as ye sey, wite ye well ye shull myscheve, and that shull ye well se." And even as the kynge seide, so hym befill after that he langwissid longe above the erthe for the vilonye that he dide to a mayden that rode with hir frende with whom he faught till that he hadde hym discounfited and maymed of oon of his armes. And after wolde [he] have leyen by his love, and fonde hir roynouse of oon of hir thighes; and [he] seide hir soche vilonye that she after hurte his oo thigh and his arme so that it sholde never be made hooll, but yef it were be tweyne of the best knyghtes of the worlde, to whom she sette terme of garison. And the booke shall yow devyse hereafter how that it was warisshed by Gawein his brother and by Launcelot de Lak that was so noble a knyght. But of this mater speketh no more at this tyme, but returneth how the Kynge Looth speketh to his sone Agravain that was prowde and fell. And thus thei rode in the foreste till it was paste pryme. [Summary. Lot and his sons meet the squire of King Pelles's son, who has become separated from him. Then, seeing King Pelles's son being chased by Saxons, they ride to his aid and fight the Saxons. It is a difficult fight in which Gawain performs great deeds. At one point Gaheris rescues his father. The Saxons finally retreat, and Lot and the others escape into the forest. Fols. 188r (line 22)-190v (line 29).] Whan the Saisnes were discounfited in the Valey of Rorestok, the Kynge Looth was gladde for the squyer that thei hadde rescowed. And than thei wente to the somers that the Saisnes sholde have ledde to the siege before Clarence, and gadered hem togeder and behelde hem gretly. And than seide Gaheries a worde that was well herde. "Lord God!" quod he, "why be ther so many pore bachelers in the contrey whan thei myght thus wynne inough? Certes, thei lose nothinge but for slouthe and cowardise, for thei ne sholde not slepe in no bedde but wayte aboute on the marches." "Feire sone," seide the kynge, "so myght thei have evell suerté, for who that soche thinge will undirtake, yef oon tyme hym happe wele, hit falleth hym foure tymes evell." And than seide Gaheries to his fader, "Sir, aske Agravain my brother yef he have eny talent now to rage within these maydenes, yef he hadde hem here on this playn." And Agravain loked on hym a traverse full proudly and seide to hym in reprof, "Gaheries, it is not longe tyme past that ye hadde no talent to jape whan the Saisne smote yow down of youre horse with his axe; and ne hadde be Gawein, ye hadde mette with hym in evell tyme." "Though I fell," quod Gaheries, "I may no more do therto. But I was not at so grete myschef, but I me diffended so as it myght be. And of that ye myght wele have holde youre pees, for I saugh yow today at soche pointe that though the feirest lady of the worlde hadde preide yow of love, ye wolde not have ansuered hir a worde, for a maiden of five yere of age myght have take from yow youre breche!" And whan Agravain undirstode this, he was wroth and angry and for that he cleped hym recreaunt. Wax he rody for shame and loked on hym with maltalent; and yef thei hadden be alone, he wolde with hym have foughten. But the kynge turned the wordes into other maner, for he wolde not have in no wise distrif betwene hem two. And than he asked what sholde be do with the somers. "Sir," quod Gaheries, "asketh of Agravain." And than began Agravain sore to wrathe and seide he sholde it abeyen, and hilde a tronchon of a spere in his honde and smote Gaheries on the helme that it fly all to peces; and Gaheries remeved not but suffred. And Agravain recovered and smote twys or thries so that nought of the tronchon lefte in his handes. And his brother Gueheret ne hys fader cowde hem not so departe, but ever he ran upon hym as he myght from hem ascape. Than com Gawain from the chace, and asked what aray that was. And the kynge tolde hym all, worde for worde. And Gawein com to Agravain and blamed hym sore for that he hadde so idon. And Agravain swor all that he myght swere that never he wolde it hym foryeve. And whan Gawein undirstode the grete felonye, he seide he sholde abye on his body but yef he wolde be ruled. "Fy," quod Agravain, "in dispite of the devell this were of the newe that I sholde lette for yow to do ought!" "Now shall it be sene," quod Gawein, "what thow wilt do." Than Agravain smote the horse with the spores and ran to Gaheries with swerde drawen, and smote hym on the helme that the fire sparcled oute. Ne Gaheries ne remeved litill ne moche, for nothinge that he dide. And whan Gawein saugh his, he drough oute Calibourne and swor by his fader sowle that in evell tyme he hadde it begonne. And whan the fader behilde all this he seide, "Now upon hym, feire sone! And go sle this harlot, for he is fell and proude!" And Gawein thought well what he wolde do, and com to Agravain and smote hym with the pomell of his swerde under the temple that he fill from his horse to the erthe so astoned that he wiste not where he was. And Gaheries seide to Gawein, "Sir, be not wroth for nothinge that he doth to me, for he is fell and proude; and therfore taketh nothinge to herte that he doth to me ne seith." "Fle from hens," quod Gawein, "mysproude lurdeyn! Never shall I love thee, whan thou wilt not spare for my lorde my fader, ne for noon of us." "Sir," seide Gaheries, "he is myn elther brother, and it sitteth me to do hym honour and reverence; ne for nothinge that I dide ne seide to him, ne dide I but jape." "He is a fole and prowde," quod Gueheret, "but all that hast thow meved, and therfore have thow evell happe." And Gaheries hym ansuerde, "Full evell sholde I pleye with a straunger whan I may not pley nother with yow ne with hym. And wyte ye well," quod he, "this is the firste tyme and the laste that ever I shall pleye or jape with hym or with yow; and yef it were not for because that we be comen oute togeder, I wolde returne anoon right that no more companye sholde I yow holde." And Geheret seide agein, "Evell happe have Agravain but he quyte yow this dere for this acolee that he hath hadde for yow." "So God me helpe," quod Gawein, "yef owther of yow do enythinge othirwise than ye owe to do, I shall sette yow in soche place where ye shull not se nother hande ne foote this seven monethes. And therfore I diffende yow as dere as ye have youre owne bodyes that ye loke ye do hym noon evell." "Sir," seide Gueheret, "we shull kepe us therfro right wele, seth ye it comaunde; for agein youre comaundement ne may we not do, ne we will not, but it hevyeth me whan ye will medle yow agein us for hym, and that ye have Agravain thus diffouled for nought." "For nought is it not," quod Gawein, "whan agein my deffence he ran upon hym in dispite of me, in my fader sight and myn. Ne never Gaheries ne wrathed for buffet that he hym yaf. In dispite of the devell sholde he be so proude, for his pride shall greve bothe thee and hym." "So helpe me God," quod the Kynge Looth, "For litill I shall take awey all the armes that thow haste, and of Agravain also, and leve yow in myddell of the felde like lurdeynes." "Sir, " seide Gueheret, "ye speke not of this of youre owen mouthe but of others; for of this that ye sey ye have no talent for to do ne power, yef other ne were." "Ha, boyes!" quod the kynge, "thow art fell and forswollen. Verilé art thow his brother, for ye bothe be contrariouse. And I comaunde my sone Gawein that yef thow or Agravain do ought to my sone Gaheries that he do upon yow as grete reddure as upon harlottes or ribaudes." Whan the squyer saugh that Gawein hadde smyte down Agravain that he bledde bothe at mouthe and nose, he ran to take his horse and brought hym by the bridill and made hym for to lepen up. And Gawein com to hym and seide, "Harlot, fle from hens! For with thee have I nought to do. And loke that I se thee never more in my companye! And go where thow wilt, for with me shalt thow come no more. And go ye alle forth with hym that love hym better than me, and with me that love my companye." [Summary. The young squire who is son of King Pelles now reveals his name; he is called Elizer; he says he has come to be knighted by Gawain. That night they lodge with a hermit. Hearing cries for help, Gawain and Elizer ride to the aid of a woman and a knight. Gawain rescues the lady from six attackers, while Elizer rescues the knight; they take them to the Castle of Roestok. In the morning Lot's party rides on to Cambenyk, where Duke Escam is being besieged by the Saxons. They tell the duke of the meeting of all the barons to be held in Scotland; then follows a great battle with the Saxons. Duke Escam sends messengers to the other barons, informing them of the meeting to be held on the Nativity of the Virgin. Lot and his sons proceed to the meeting place, and the barons arrive there also. Fols. 192r (line 2)-199r (line 19.] And whan thei were alle a**embled, the Kynge Looth seide that on the morowe he wolde telle wherefore he hadde made hem to a**emble. And this was on Seint Marie Even in Septembre. And eche of hem made to other grete joye and myrthe, and rested ther all that nyght. And on the morowe, thei a**embled togeder all the prevy counseile and Sir Gawein and his thre bretheren. And whan thei weren all sette upon a cloth of silke that was leide upon the grene gra**e, than aroos Gawein by the comaundement of his fader the Kynge Looth, and seide: "Feire lordes, we be come hider for to speke with yow in the name of the Kynge Arthur with whom we be. And my lorde yow sendeth and prayeth as to hem that he wolde gladly have to his frendes yef it myght be, that ye sholde yeve hym trewys saf to come and saf to go by feith and suerté betwene this and Yole. And ye also to go and come thourgh his power suerly, and he in yours at youre plesier. For yef it plese yow that we go alle togeder and fight with the Saisnes that be come into this contrey till that we have hem oute chaced, and yef God will ordeyne, that thei be discounfited, than acorde yow togeder yef ye may be, and the pardon is yoven and graunted to alle tho that will go fight with the Saisnes, that thei shull be clene quyte of alle ther synnes as thei were the day of theire birthe." Whan the princes herde the request of Sir Gawein of that he dide hem amonesté, thei asked the Kynge Looth his advise. And he seide it was the grettest bounté that ever was seide or don. "And I do yow to wite I sey it nothinge for that I am his sworn man, but I sey as longe as ye have ben ageins hym ye have myshapped, for as I trowe this peple hadde never entred into this londe yef we hadde holden togeder, and knowe it verily that it cometh thourgh oure synnes." "What!" seide the Kynge Urien. "Have ye don hym homage? Ye have nothinge do as a trewe knyght, and I will telle yow whi, for yef it fill so that we yede upon hym, hit behoveth us to go agein yow." "That were right," seide the Kynge Looth, "withoute faile; and wite ye well, whoso hath werre agein hym hath werre agein me." "For sothe," seide the Kynge Urien, "that is untrewly don, for ye be oon of us, and ye sholde not us so leven." "Sir," seide the Kynge Looth, " I dide it magré myn and agein my will, for I do yow to wite that day that I wende hym moste to greve or anoyen, I dide hym homage, and all this made me Gawein for to do, that ye here se." Than he tolde hem alle worde for worde how the cas was befallen. And whan the other princes herde this, thei seide he myght noon other do, seith it was so he was not moche to blame. And some of hem that were there wolde right gladly that thei hadde happed in the same maner. Thei spake of oo thinge and of other, that thei accorded to holde the trewis. And therto thei it a**ured in Sir Gaweins honde hit trewly to holde, and sette hem a day that eche of hem sholde be with all his power on the playn of Salisbery with all his peple as eche of hem myght bringe. But thei seide well that whan the Saisnes were driven oute of the londe, that thei dide the kynge to wite that he diffende hym from theym. And Sir Gawein hem tolde that whan it were come therto that yef thei wolde hym ought mysdon, thei sholde fynde that thei sholde have bothe theire armes wery and overcharged. Whan the princes undirstode the wordes of Sir Gawein, ther were some that lough and some frowned with the heede. And the Kynge de Cent Chivaliers, that liste not hym to avaunte ne noon other to manace, seide he wolde be ther at Halowmesse, yef God hym sende lif, in the playn of Salisbery. And so seid eche of hem for his partye.