Thereupon he taketh his leave and goeth his way, and the hermit "The best in the world." "Sir, I have right to be otherwise," saith the squire, "For he that "Fair friend," saith Messire Gawain, "Whence come you?" business better than did the other knight that was there before you, Fisherman languisheth thereof." fairest land in the world and the fairest meadowlands that ever had he "Sir," saith Messire Gawain, "God grant me herein to do His pleasure." "Nay, of a truth, for that would be right sore grief to the world, but "Is he dead?" saith Messire Gawain. a high forest before him, and meeteth a squire that came from that the land of King Fisherman, and God allow me." seen, and it lasted a good couple of great leagues Welsh. And he seeth house and right rich. In the morning, when Messire Gawain had heard "And who is your lord?" through whom are all the lands fallen into sorrow, and the good King in joy hath he not been this long time past." he hath left far behind the forest of the hermitage, and findeth the "Whose man are you?" saith Messire Gawain. quarter, and seeth that he is sore downcast and right simple. mass, the hermit asked him, "Whitherward go you?" and he said, "Toward "I belong to the worshipful man that owneth the forest." "Messire Gawain," saith the hermit, "Now God grant you speed your loseth his good lord ought not to be joyful." "You seem not over joyful," saith Messire Gawain. "Sir," saith he, "I come from yonder forest down below." commendeth him to God. And Messire Gawain rideth on his journeys until