Thereupon, the knight biddeth the dwarf make set the lady forth of the
pool of the spring and make her sit in a launde whereas they were to
joust. The knight draweth him back the better to take his career, and
Messire Gawain cometh as fast as his horse may carry him toward Marin
the Jealous. And when Marin seeth him coming, he avoideth his buffet
and lowereth his spear and cometh to his wife that was right sore
distraught, and wept as she that suffered blameless, and smote her
through, out the body and slew her, and then turneth him again so fast
as his horse might carry him toward his hold. Messire Gawain seeth the
damsel dead and the dwarf that fleeth full speed after his lord. He
overtaketh him and trampleth him under his horses feet so that he
bursteth his belly in the midst. Then goeth he toward the hold, for he
thinketh to enter therein. But he found the bridge shut up and the
gate barred. And Marin crieth out upon him.
"This shame and misadventure hath befallen me along of you, but you
shall pay for it yet and I may live."
Messire Gawain hath no mind to argue with him, but rather draweth him
back and cometh again to where the lady lay dead, and setteth her on
the neck of his horse all bleeding, and then beareth her to a chapel
that was without the entrance of the hold. Then he alighted and laid
her within the chapel as fairly as most he might, as he that was sore
grieved and wrathful thereof. After that, he shut the door of the
chapel again as he that was afeared of the body for the wild beasts,
and bethought him that one should come thither to set her in her shroud
and bury her after that he was departed.