"So methinketh," saith she. "Tell me, Lady, do you say that he will come hither presently?" "Sir Knight," saith she, "What is your name?" "The son of the Widow Lady of the Valleys of Camelot," saith she. "Lady, I also shall have great joy thereof, and God grant he come "Lady" saith he, "I am called Clamados, and I am son of the lord of the for he hath slain the lion on account of which many folk durst not come "Greater joy may I not make, than I do, nor the damsels that are She throweth her arms on his neck and kisseth and embraceth him right betimes!" The damsels of the tents make right great joy of him when they know the day to day. And now is there nought in the world I more desire to see." of all my land and of me, as is right and reason." "Lady," saith the Damsel of the Car, "This knight hath saved my life, they brought him a right rich robe and made him be apparelled therein, of him. herein, for we await the coming of the Good Knight that is healed, from tidings that he is so nigh of kin to the Lady of the Tents. And he to you, wherefore make great joy of him." are the son of my sister-in-law, nor have I any friend nor VII. sweetly, and saith: "Marvel not that I make you joy thereof, for you "Lady," saith Clamados, "Who is this Good Knight?" and led him before the ladies of the tents, that made right great joy blood-kindred so nigh as are you, and fain would I you should be lord sojourned therewithin until that he was whole and heal, awaiting the Forest of Shadows."