"By my faith," saith Messire Gawain, "thitherward will I go, for I have had sore travail, and there will I abide until some will shall come to me to go seek adventure." He recounteth to Lancelot how the Graal hath appeared to him at the court of King Fisherman: "And even as it was there before me, I forgat to ask how it served and of what?" "Ha, Sir," saith Lancelot, "Have you then been there?" "Yea," saith he, "And thereof am I right sorry and glad: glad for the great holiness I have seen, sorry for that I asked not that whereof King Fisherman prayed me right sweetly." "Sir," saith Lancelot, "Right sorely ill have you wrought, nor is there not whereof I have so great desire as I have to go to his castle." "By my faith," saith Messire Gawain, "Much shamed was I there, but this doth somewhat recomfort me, that the Best Knight was there before me that gat blame thereof in like manner as I." Lancelot departeth from Messire Gawain, and they take leave either of other. They issue forth of a forest, and each taketh his own way without saying a word. BRANCH VII. TITLE I. Here the story is silent of Messire Gawain and beginneth to speak of Lancelot, that entereth into a forest and rideth with right great ado and meeteth a knight in the midst of the forest that was coming full speed and was armed of all arms. "Sir," saith Lancelot, "Whence come you?" "Sir," saith Lancelot, "I come from the neighbourhood of King Arthur's Court." "Ha, Sir, can you tell me tidings of a knight that beareth a green shield such as I bear? If so, he is my brother." "What name hath he?" saith Lancelot. "Sir," saith he, "His name is Gladoens, and he is a good knight and a hardy, and he hath a white horse right strong and swift." "Be there other knights in your country that bear such arms as your shield and his besides you and he?" "Certes, Sir, none." "And wherefore do you ask?" saith Lancelot. "For this, that a certain man hath reft him of one of his castles for that he was not there. Howbeit, I know well that he will have it again through his good knighthood." "Is he so good knight?" saith Lancelot. "Certes, Sir, yea! He is the best of the Isles of the Moors." "Sir, of your mercy, lower your coif." He quickly thereon lowereth his coif, and Lancelot looketh at him in the face. "Certes, Sir Knight," saith he, "you very much resemble him." "Ha, Sir," saith the knight, "Know you then any tidings of him?" "Certes, Sir," saith he, "Yea! and true tidings may I well say, for he rode at my side five leagues Welsh, nor never saw I one man so like another as are you to him."