"Sir," saith the knight, "I have not ceased to seek you for a long while past. Meliot of Logres, that is your man, the son of the lady that was slain on your account, sendeth you word that Nabigant of the Rock hath slain his father on your account; wherefore he challengeth the land that hath fallen to him; and hereof he prayeth you that you will come to succour him as behoveth lord to do to his liege man." "By my faith," saith Messire Gawain, "Behoveth me not fail him therein, wherefore tell him I will succour him so soon as I may; but tell him I have emprised a business that I cannot leave but with loss of honour until such time as it be achieved." They lay the night at the hermitage until after mass was sung on the morrow. III. The knight departed and Messire Gawain remained. So when he was apparelled to mount, he looketh before him at the issue of the forest toward the hermitage, and seeth coming a knight on a tall horse, full speed and all armed, and he bore a shield like the one he saw Perceval bearing the first time. "Sir," saith he, "Know you this knight that cometh there!" "Truly, Sir, well do I know him. This is Perceval whom you seek, whom you so much desire to see!" "God be praised thereof!" saith Messire Gawain, "Inasmuch as he cometh hither." He goeth afoot to meet him, and Perceval alighteth so soon as he seeth him. "Sir," saith Messire Gawain, "Right welcome may you be!" "Good joy may you have," saith Perceval. "Sir," saith the hermit, "Make great joy of him! this is Messire Gawain, King Arthur's nephew." "Thereof do I love him the better!" saith he. "Honour and joy ought all they to do him that know him!" He throweth his arms on his neck, and so maketh him great joy. "Sir," saith he, "Can you tell me tidings of a knight that was in the Red Launde at the assembly of knights?" "What shield beareth he?" saith Messire Gawain. "A red shield with a golden eagle," saith Perceval. "And more by token, never made I acquaintance with any so sturdy in battle as are he and Lancelot." "Fair sir, it pleaseth you to say so," saith Messire Gawain. "In the Red Launde was I at the assembly, and such arms bore I as these you blazon, and I jousted against a knight in white arms, of whom I know this, that all of knighthood that may be lodged in the body of a man is in him." "Sir," saith Perceval to Messire Gawain, "You know not how to blame any man." So they hold one another by the hands, and go into the hermitage.