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The Queen looketh at him amidst his face, and is taken with a love of "Yea, certes," saith the Damsel. Therewith the Damsel leadeth him into a tent and maketh him sit on a right rich couch; afterward she maketh him be disarmed of her two up to this very day!" and the one that protected me from mine enemies." "Ha," saith the Lady, "He hath slain me the best knight of all my kin, of all the death of Chaos the Red." "Sir," saith she, "welcome may you be! Let who will make dole, I will damsels and clad in a right rich robe. Then she leadeth him to the castle, and I defended myself to my power." me make joy of your coming." him so passing strong and fervent that she goeth nigh to fall upon him. make joy of your coming!" saith she, "Howsoever the adventure may have befallen, my heart biddeth "Ha," saith she, "Is this then the son of the Widow Lady?" defend us, for the Best Knight is he of the world and the comeliest." XII. Queen of the Tents that was still making great dole. here is the Good Knight on whose account were the tents here pitched, "Lady," saith he, "your love am I right fain to deserve, and mine you "Lady," saith he, "Gramercy! Chaos would fain have slain me within his "Lady," saith the Damsel, "this one will be better able to protect and "Lady," saith the Damsel of the Car, "Stint your sorrow, for behold, and on whose account no less have you been making this great joy right The Queen taketh him by the hand and maketh him sit beside her. "Sir," "Sir," saith she, "and you will grant me your love, I will pardon you

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