"Sir," saith he, "Gawain am I called, King Arthur's nephew." "Yea," saith Messire Gawain, "in such wise she carried it." "Sir," saith the hermit, "how are you named?" brought it me, and I made him great joy, but when he told me his name "Damsel," saith the hermit, "Nought will I tell you concerning him, for hatred of him hate I a knight that found me nigh S. Augustine's Chapel, within the bar right hardily. I asked him for the head of the knight "Thereof I love you the better," saith the hermit. this chapel twice, not once only, within this twelvemonth." witting?" was Arthur I had no fainness of the bounty he had done me, for that he "Damsel," saith he, "As fainly would I see him as you, but none find I "Of a long while," saith the damsel, "hath she borne it thus." and yet was he the comeliest knight that saw I ever. He slew a knight "Sir," saith the damsel, "You are of kindred to the worst King that is." "I speak," saith she, "of King Arthur, through whom is all the world and he went back for the same and set himself in sore peril. He "Sir," saith she, "Will you tell me no more of him, nor none other made worser, for he began doing well and now hath become evil. For "And the damsel of the Car, Sir, have you seen her?" I know not of a certainty where he is, save this, that he hath lain in "In no wise," saith the hermit. "Yea, lady," saith he, "It is but just now sithence that I left her." that may tell me tidings of him." "And you, Messire Gawain?" saith she. "Carried she still her arm slung at her neck?" "Of what King speak you?" saith Messire Gawain.