"Damsel," saith he, "My name is Arthur, and I am of Tincardoil."
"Have you nought to do with King Arthur?"
"Damsel, already have I been many times at his court, and, if he loved
me not nor I him, I should not be in Messire Gawain's company. In
truth, he is the King in the world that I love best."
The damsel looketh at King Arthur, but wotteth not a whir that it is
he, and full well is she pleased with the seeming and countenance of
him. As for the King, lightly might he have trusted that he should
have her as his lady-love so long as he remained with her; but there is
much to say betwixt his semblant and his thought, for he showeth good
semblant toward the damsel, that hath over much affiance therein, but
his thought is on Queen Guenievre in what place soever he may be. For
nought loveth he so well as her.