"Certes," saith Lancelot, "I will tell you though it grieve me sore." "Ha, sir," saith the knight, "For God's sake tell me nought that is not "Sir," saith the knight, "I am going my way, but for God's sake tell me "Is he slain then, my brother?" saith the knight. "Ha, Sir," saith the knight, "Know you then any tidings of him?" "Ha, Sir," saith the knight, "Do you tell me true?" "Yea, and of succouring me," saith Lancelot. "Certes, Sir," saith he, "Yea! and true tidings may I well say, for he more she desireth to see him than aught else that liveth, for she hath body farewell and help to bury him." another as are you to him." rode at my side five leagues Welsh, nor never saw I one man so like "Wherefore?" saith the knight, "Hath he done you any mis-deed?" "In no wise," saith Lancelot, "Rather hath he done so much for me that nor in all the Isles of the Moors is there damsel that hath so much "Certes," saith Lancelot, "True it is that I tell you." prize, my brother, by all the forests of the world. Sir," saith the "Sir," saith Lancelot, "I will tell you. This morning did I bid his twins, but he was born first and hath more sense and knighthood than I; "Good right hath he to resemble me," saith the knight, "for we are where I shall find my brother." not seen him of more than a year, wherefore hath she gone seek her right." "By God, Sir," saith he, "Sore grieved am I to tell it you, for never knight, "Let me go seek my brother, and tell me where I may find him." I love you thereof and offer you my service." worth and beauty as she of whom he is loved of right true love, and