sorry; another shall I have when it shall please God." sword, you will return hither and show it me on your return, I will the name of the King that hath it. But he will know tidings thereof "Fair sir," saith the burgess, "Whither are you bound to go?" The history telleth us and witnesseth that he rode so far that he came espieth Messire Gawain and cometh over against him, and saluteth him right courteously and Messire Gawain him. horse so lean and spare of flesh. Better would it become so worshipful VI. "Sir," saith the goodman, "Right sorrowful am I of this that you have a "Will you?" saith Messire Gawain, "Then are you right courteous, for "Ha, sir," saith the burgess, "You are running too sore a peril. A King man as you seem to be that he were better horsed." looketh in front of him before a chapel and seeth a tall burgess sitting on a great destrier that was right rich and fair. The burgess "Certes, sir," saith he, "So worshipful man seem you to be, that you give you this destrier, which is right rich, for your own." for the sword, but never thence have they returned. But, and you are named Gurgalain, and many knights have passed hereby that went thither "Sir," saith Messire Gawain, "I may not now amend it, whereof am I "I go seek the sword wherewith the head of S. John Baptist was cut off." willing to pledge me your word that so God grant you to conquer the to the side of a little hill, and the day was right fair and clear. He hath it that believeth not in God, and is sore fell and cruel. He is you know me not." "Sir," saith Messire Gawain, "God give you joy." when God pleaseth.