When Lancelot perceiveth Messire Gawain, much joy maketh he thereof.
In the meanwhile as the one held the other, the fourth knight fled full
speed through the midst of the forest, and he that the knight had
wounded fell dead. They take their horses, and Messire Gawain telleth
Lancelot he hath the most poverty-stricken host that ever he hath seen,
and the fairest damsels known, but that right poorly are they clad.
"Shall we therefore take them of our booty?"
"I agree," saith Lancelot, "But sore grieveth me of the knight that
hath thus escaped us."
"Take no heed," saith Messire Gawain, "We shall do well enough herein."
Thereupon they return back toward the poor knight's hostel and alight
before the hall, and the Poor Knight cometh to meet them, and the two
damsels, and they deliver to them the three horses of the three knights
that were dead. The knight hath great joy thereof, and telleth them
that now is he a rich man and that betimes will his sisters be better
clad than are they now, as well as himself.