And Messire Gawain setteth his hands within his own: "Certes," saith "Sir," saith the hermit, "He saith true, for his mother was daughter of the forest, whereof was I sore an-angered." "Sir," saith the hermit, "He will be of right your man, wherefore ought death, and right sore need will he have of your succour." The child you to counsel him and help him, for through you came his mother by her "Look, Sir," saith the hermit, "Is he not right pitiful? He offereth "Fair nephew," saith the hermit, "See here your desire. Come to him and maketh cheer with him right sweetly. "Sir, I am called Meliot of Logres." "Fair sir, are you he?" saith the hermit. kneeleth before him and holdeth up his joined hands. need thereof. But fain would I know your name?" you his homage." and make him cheer." cometh to Messire Gawain, and Messire Gawain receiveth him between his Messire Gawain, "Both your honour and your homage receive I gladly, and III. my succour and my counsel shall you have so often as you shall have a rich earl of the kingdom of Logres." "God give you growth of honour!" saith Messire Gawain. He kisseth him "So men call me," saith Messire Gawain, "And the lady saw I slain in The lad alighteth of the lion and smiteth him with a whip and leadeth Messire Gawain was well harboured the night and lay in a right fair him to the den and maketh the door so that he may not issue forth, and arms. "Sir," saith the child, "Welcome may you be!" II.