"Sir," saith the knight of the hall, "I would go help you to my power,
but I may not issue forth of the castle until such time as it be
replenished of the folk that are wont to come therein and until my land
be again given up to me through the valour of the Good Knight."
Messire Gawain departeth from the castle as fast as horse may carry
him, and entereth the forest and followeth the track of the blood along
the way the knight had come, and rideth so far in the forest as that he
heareth the noise of swords, and seeth in the midst of the launde
Lancelot and the three knights, and the fourth dead on the ground. But
one of the knights had drawn him aback, for he might abide the combat
no longer, for the knight that brought the tidings to Messire Gawain
had sore wounded him. The two knights beset Lancelot full sore, and
right weary was he of the buffets that he had given and received.
Messire Gawain cometh to one of the knights and smiteth him right
through the body and maketh him and his horse roll over all of a heap.