"Damsel," saith Messire Gawain, "Truth it is that he it was that did
best at the assembly in the Red Launde, and moreover, please God, well
will he fulfil his covenant towards you."
"Messire Gawain," saith Perceval, "Meseemeth you did best above all
other."
"By my faith," saith Messire Gawain, "You speak of your courtesy, but
howsoever I or other may have done, you had the prize therein by the
judgment of the knights. Of so much may I well call upon the damsel to
bear witness."
"Sir," saith she, "Gramercy! He ought not to deny me that I require of
him. For the knight that I have so long followed about and borne on a
bier was son of his uncle Elinant of Escavalon."