Then, ere he his hand had given, the hero he bade him rise, On the flowery mead they sat them: then Gawain he bethought him wise, 590 (For his sorry steed it vexed him) the horse of his vanquished foe With spur and with rein would he test there, if 'twere good for his need or no. ('Twas armed as beseemed a warhorse, and the covering was fair to see, Of velvet and silk was it fashioned, what trapping might better be?) Since the venture such prize had brought him, who should hinder him in his need 595 If for his own use he took it? so he vaulted upon the steed: And he joyed in the free, swift movement, and he cried, 'Now, how shall this be? Of a sooth it is thou, Gringuljet, that false Urian stole from me. _He_ knoweth best how he took it, and shameful I count his deed. Now, who thus for battle armed thee, since thou art of a truth my steed? 600 Sure 'tis God who hath sent thee to me, and this fair gift shall end my woe.' Then he sprang to the ground, and he sought him the token he well might know, On its shoulder the Grail-Dove branded--In a joust did Lähelein slay Its rider, the knight of Prienlaskors, and the charger he bare away. Then Orilus was its master, and he gave it to knight Gawain 605 On Plimizöl's shore--greatly joyed he when the charger he won again. Blithe was he, and high of courage, who awhile was sad and sore, Yet love unto ruth constrained him, and the service so true he bore To the lady who yet would shame him, and his thoughts ever toward her flew. Then up sprang proud Lischois lightly, and his good sword he gripped anew, 610 For it lay where Gawain had cast it when he wrested it from his hand: And the ladies look down on the heroes, as for combat once more they stand.