But yet tho' his wounds they pained him, his sorrow had taken flight When he looked upon Orgelusé, so fair was her mien and bright. 270 Then she quoth, 'Thou shalt win me a garland of fresh leaves from off a tree, And I for the gift will praise thee--If thou doest this deed for me Thou shalt find in my love rewarding!' Then he quoth, 'Wheresoe'er it stand, The tree that shall bring such blessing as reward unto this mine hand, If I not in vain bemoan me, but win hearing for this my grief, 275 Then thy garland, tho' death it bring me, shall lack not a single leaf!' And tho' many a blossom bloomed there yet their colour it was as naught To the colour of Orgelusé, and Gawain on her beauty thought Till it seemed him his grief of aforetime and his anguish had fled away-- And thus with her guest did she journey a space from the Burg that day, 280 And the road it was straight and easy, and it led thro' a forest fair, And Tamris I ween and Prisein were the names that the trees did bear, And the lord of the wood was Klingsor--Then Gawain the hero spake, 'Say, where shall that garland blossom which the spell of my grief shalt break?' (In sooth he had best o'erthrown her, as oft shall have chanced I trow 285 To many a lovely lady.) Then she quoth, 'Thou shalt see the bough Whose plucking shall win thee honour!' O'er the field ran a deep ravine, And so near did they ride to the chasm that the tree from afar was seen. Then she quoth, 'Now, Sir Knight, one guardeth that tree who my joy hath slain, If thou bring me a bough from off it, no hero such prize shall gain 290 As from me shall be thy rewarding! And here must I hold my way, Nor further may I ride with thee; but make thou no more delay, God have thee in His safe keeping! Thine horse must thou straightway bring To the gulf, and with sure hand urge it o'er the Perilous Ford to spring.'