"Sir," saith Messire Gawain, "You say true. God grant me that I may
have it!"
"That may not be so hastily," saith the King, "For you shall not go
forth of my land before a year."
"Ha, Sir," saith Messire Gawain, "For God's sake, mercy!"
"None other mercy is here," saith the King. Straightway he maketh
Messire Gawain be disarmed and afterward maketh bring a robe wherewith
to apparel him, and showeth him much honour. But ill is he at ease,
wherefore he saith to him: "Sir, wherefore are you fain to hold me here
within so long?"
"For this, that I know well you will have the sword and will not return
by me."
"Sir," saith Messire Gawain, "I pledge you my word that, so God give me
to conquer it, I will return by you."
"And I will allow you to depart from me at your will. For nought is
there that I so much desire to see."
He lay the night therewithin, and on the morrow departed thence and
issued forth of the land right glad and joyful. And he goeth toward
the land of King Gurgalain. And he entereth into a noisome forest at
the lower part and findeth at the right hour of noon a fountain that
was enclosed of marble, and it was overshadowed of the forest like as
it were with leaves down below, and it had rich pillars of marble all
round about with fillets of gold and set with precious stones. Against
the master-pillar hung a vessel of gold by a silver chain, and in the
midst of the fountain was an image so deftly wrought as if it had been
alive. When Messire appeared at the fountain, the image set itself in
the water and was hidden therewith. Messire Gawain goeth down, and
would fain have taken hold on the vessel of gold when a voice crieth
out to him: "You are not the Good Knight unto whom is served thereof
and who thereby is made whole."
Messire Gawain draweth him back and seeth a clerk come to the fountain
that was young of age and clad in white garments, and he had a stole on
his arm and held a little square vessel of gold, and cometh to the
little vessel that was hanging on the marble pillar and looketh
therein, and then rinseth out the other little golden vessel that he
held, and then setteth the one that he held in the place of the other.
Therewithal, behold, three damsels that come of right great beauty, and
they had white garments and their heads were covered with white cloths,
and they carried, one, bread in a little golden vessel, and the other
wine in a little ivory vessel, and the third flesh in one of silver.
And they come to the vessel of gold that hung against the pillar and
set therein that which they have brought, and afterward they make the
sign of the cross over the pillar and come back again. But on their
going back, it seemed to Messire Gawain that only one was there.
Messire Gawain much marvelled him of this miracle. He goeth after the
clerk that carried the other vessel of gold, and saith unto him: "Fair
Sir, speak to me."
"What is your pleasure?" saith the clerk.
"Whither carry you this golden vessel and that which is therein?"
"To the hermits," saith he, "that are in this forest, and to the Good
knight that lieth sick in the house of his uncle King Hermit."
"Is it far from hence?" saith Messire Gawain.
"Yea, Sir," saith the clerk, "to yourself. But I shall be there sooner
than will you."
"By God," saith Messire Gawain, "I would fain I were there now, so that
I might see him and speak to him."
"That believe I well," saith the clerk, "But now is the place not here."
Messire Gawain taketh leave and goeth his way and rideth until he
findeth a hermitage and seeth the hermit therewithout. He was old and
bald and of good life.
"Sir," saith he to Messire Gawain, "Whither go you?"
"To the land of King Gurgalain, Sir; is this the way?"
"Yea," saith the hermit, "But many knights have passed hereby that
hither have never returned."
"Is it far?" saith he.
"He and his land are hard by, but far away is the castle wherein is the
sword."
Messire Gawain lay the night therewithin. On the morrow when he had
heard mass, he departed and rode until he cometh to the land of King
Gurgalain, and heareth the folk of the land making dole right sore.
And he meeteth a knight that cometh a great pace to a castle.