hear true witting of the hostel of King Fisherman. And while he was was issuing forth of the chamber and bare the winding-sheet wherein to decayed. He passeth with the brachet over the bridge, that was right "Sir," saith she to Messire Gawain, "Welcome may you be!" IX. "Damsel," saith he. "God grant you greater joy than you have!" midst of the forest, and seeth there in the marish a house, ancient and track of blood was, the brachet came over against him and quested. enshroud him. followeth the brachet a great pace until he cometh to a marish in the She cometh toward the dead knight, thinking that his wounds should have feeble, and there was a great water under it, and cometh to the hall, thus thinking, he heareth a brachet questing, and he cometh toward him answer you not." "Damsel," saith Messire Gawain, "Good adventure may you have!" Messire Gawain seeth in the midst of house a knight that was stricken his way and prayeth God that He send him true counsel of that he hath right through the breast unto the heart and there lay dead. A damsel that was wasted and old. And the brachet leaveth of his questing. a great pace. When he is come anigh Messire Gawain he setteth his nose forest, and when Messire Gawain was minded to leave the way where the emprised, and that He allow him to come into some place where he may Herewithal cometh to a stay the pursuit of Messire Gawain, that goeth Messire Gawain is minded not to abandon the track, wherefore he to the ground and findeth a track of blood through a grassy way in the begun to bleed afresh, but they did not. The damsel that was weeping right tenderly, saith to him: "Sir, I will