And his tent was so rich and so goodly, as befitted a gallant knight, That afar from its costly trappings had poverty taken flight. 760 And there rode unto his pavilion full many whose hearts were sore For the weary days since he left them, and the love they to Gawain bore. And the wounds of Kay had been healèd since he jousted by Plimizöl, And he looked on the wealth of Gawain, and with envy his heart was full, And he quoth, 'Now, King Lot, his father, my monarch's near of kin, 765 Ne'er thought with such pomp to shame us, nor a camp of his own would win.' (For ever did he bethink him how Gawain would no vengeance take On the knight who so sorely smote him, when his right arm in joust he brake,) 'God worketh for _some_ His wonders,--Who gave Gawain this woman folk?' And the words they were scarce a friend's words that Kay in his anger spoke. 770 Of the honour his friend hath won him the true knight is ever glad, But the faithless, aloud he crieth, and his heart ever waxeth sad When the heart of his friend rejoiceth, and he needs must his gladness see. Bliss and honour had fallen to Gawain; and, if one would more favoured be, I know not what thing he may wish for! Thus ever the evil mind 775 Is with envy filled, while the brave man his comfort and joy doth find When honour shall seek his comrade, and shame from his face doth flee-- Gawain ne'er forgat his knighthood, and from falsehood was ever free; And thus it was right and fitting that men on his bliss should gaze, And gladness and fair rejoicing henceforward should crown his days. 780 In what wise for the folk that followed did the knight of Norway care, Alike for his knights and ladies? Not ill was, methinks, their fare. And Arthur and all his people they looked on King Lot's fair son, And I trow well they greatly marvelled at the riches his hand had won. Now the evening meal was ended, and 'twas time for the folk to sleep, 785 And little I grudge their slumber! A guard thro' the night they keep, And lo! at the early morning, ere the dawning had waxed to-day, Came a folk in goodly armour, and the men of Logrois were they. And they read their helmet's token by the light of the waning moon, On this side lay the host of Arthur, and his camp had they passed full soon, 790