"Good right hath he to resemble me," saith the knight, "for we are twins, but he was born first and hath more sense and knighthood than I; nor in all the Isles of the Moors is there damsel that hath so much worth and beauty as she of whom he is loved of right true love, and more she desireth to see him than aught else that liveth, for she hath not seen him of more than a year, wherefore hath she gone seek her prize, my brother, by all the forests of the world. Sir," saith the knight, "Let me go seek my brother, and tell me where I may find him." "Certes," saith Lancelot, "I will tell you though it grieve me sore." "Wherefore?" saith the knight, "Hath he done you any mis-deed?" "In no wise," saith Lancelot, "Rather hath he done so much for me that I love you thereof and offer you my service." "Sir," saith the knight, "I am going my way, but for God's sake tell me where I shall find my brother." "Sir," saith Lancelot, "I will tell you. This morning did I bid his body farewell and help to bury him." "Ha, Sir," saith the knight, "Do you tell me true?" "Certes," saith Lancelot, "True it is that I tell you." "Is he slain then, my brother?" saith the knight. "Yea, and of succouring me," saith Lancelot. "Ha, sir," saith the knight, "For God's sake tell me nought that is not right." "By God, Sir," saith he, "Sore grieved am I to tell it you, for never loved I knight so much in so brief a time as I loved him. He helped to save me from death, and therefore will I do for you according to that he did for me." "Sir," saith the knight, "If he be dead, a great grief is it to myself, for I have lost my comfort and my life and my land without recovery." "Sir," saith Lancelot, "He helped me to save my life, and yours will I help to save henceforth for ever and so be that I shall know of your jeopardy." The knight heareth that his brother is dead and well believeth Lancelot, and beginneth to make dole thereof the greatest that was ever heard. And Lancelot saith to him, "Sir Knight, let be this dole, for none recovery is there; but my body do I offer you and my knighthood in any place you please, where I may save your honour." "Sir," saith the knight, "With good will receive I your help and your love, sith that you deign to offer me the same, and now have I sorer need of them than ever. Sir," saith the knight, "Sith that my brother is dead, I will return back and bear with my wrong, though well would he have amended it had he been on live." "By my head," saith Lancelot, "I will go with you, that so may I reward you of that he hath done for me. He delivered his body to the death for me, and in like manner freely would I fain set mine own in jeopardy for love of you and of him." II. "Sir," saith the knight, "Right good will do I owe you of this that you say to me, so your deeds be but the same herein." "Yea, so help me God," saith Lancelot, "The same shall they be, if God lend me the power."