So when the shield was come, Sir Gawaine took off the case, and when he
beheld that shield he knew anon that it was Sir Launcelot’s shield, and
his own arms. Ah Jesu mercy, said Sir Gawaine, now is my heart more
heavier than ever it was to-fore. Why? said Elaine. For I have great
cause, said Sir Gawaine. Is that knight that oweth this shield your
love? Yea truly, said she, my love he is, God would I were his love. So
God me speed, said Sir Gawaine, fair damosel ye have right, for an he
be your love ye love the most honourable knight of the world, and the
man of most worship. So me thought ever, said the damosel, for never or
that time, for no knight that ever I saw, loved I never none erst. God
grant, said Sir Gawaine, that either of you may rejoice other, but that
is in a great adventure. But truly, said Sir Gawaine unto the damosel,
ye may say ye have a fair grace, for why I have known that noble knight
this four-and-twenty year, and never or that day, I nor none other
knight, I dare make good, saw nor heard say that ever he bare token or
sign of no lady, gentlewoman, ne maiden, at no jousts nor tournament.
And therefore fair maiden, said Sir Gawaine, ye are much beholden to
him to give him thanks. But I dread me, said Sir Gawaine, that ye shall
never see him in this world, and that is great pity that ever was of
earthly knight. Alas, said she, how may this be, is he slain? I say not
so, said Sir Gawaine, but wit ye well he is grievously wounded, by all
manner of signs, and by men’s sight more likelier to be dead than to be
alive; and wit ye well he is the noble knight, Sir Launcelot, for by
this shield I know him. Alas, said the Fair Maiden of Astolat, how may
this be, and what was his hurt? Truly, said Sir Gawaine, the man in the
world that loved him best hurt him so; and I dare say, said Sir
Gawaine, an that knight that hurt him knew the very certainty that he
had hurt Sir Launcelot, it would be the most sorrow that ever came to
his heart.
Now fair father, said then Elaine, I require you give me leave to ride
and to seek him, or else I wot well I shall go out of my mind, for I
shall never stint till that I find him and my brother, Sir Lavaine. Do
as it liketh you, said her father, for me sore repenteth of the hurt of
that noble knight. Right so the maid made her ready, and before Sir
Gawaine, making great dole.
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