Then there drew near to his pavilion two knights who their word must swear, (To the outer host were they captive and from thence to the town would fare.) And one of them was King Kailet; and he looked upon Gamuret, And he saw him sit heavy-hearted, and he spake, 'Dost thou sorrow yet For all men they own thy valour; Herzeleide and kingdoms twain 425 Hast thou won, and all tongues have said it, to thy praises all men are fain, Be they Britons or men of Ireland--Who speaketh with foreign tongue, If France be their land, or Brabant, with one voice they thy praise have sung, That none here both skill and wisdom in strife like to thine have shown. True letter it is I read thee! No slumber thy strength hath known, 430 When these knights thou hast put in peril who surety ne'er sware of old, Brandelidelein the monarch, and Lähelein, hero bold; And Hardeiss and King Schaffilor; yea, and Rassalig the Moor, Whom thine hand before Patelamunt o'erthrew and he surety swore, Such lesson thou there didst teach him--Yea, this doth thy fame desire 435 That with every coming conflict it broader shall wax and higher.' 'The queen sure will deem thou ravest, if in this wise thou praisest me, Yet I think not that thou shalt sell me, since the buyer the flaw shall see; Thy mouth is o'er-full of praises! Say, how hast thou come again?' 'The worthy folk of Punturtois, this knight from fair Champagne 440 And myself have loosed, and Morhold who this nephew hath stolen of mine Will set him free, if on thy part thou wilt free Brandelidelein; Otherwise are we captive to them, both I and my sister's son, But such grace thou wilt surely show us--Here such vesper-play was run That it cometh not to a Tourney this while before Kanvoleis, 445 And in sooth do I know how it standeth! Here sit they before mine eyes, The strength of the outer army--now speak, tell me when and how They could hold the field against us? Much fame hast thou won, I trow!' Then the queen she spake to the hero from a true heart full tenderly, 'Whate'er be my claim upon thee, I pray thee to let it be. 450 I were fain of thy service worthy--If here I my right shall claim, And thine honour thereby be tarnished, I will leave thee nor mar thy fame!'