_How the hart was chased into a castle, and there slain, and how
Gawaine slew a lady._
Then Gawaine and Gaheris rode more than a pace after the white hart,
and let slip at the hart three couple of greyhounds, and so they chased
the hart into a castle, and in the chief place of the castle they slew
the hart: Sir Gawaine and Gaheris followed after. Right so there came a
knight out of a chamber with a sword drawn in his hand and slew two of
the greyhounds, even in the sight of Sir Gawaine, and the remnant he
chased them with his sword out of the castle. And when he came again,
he said, O my white hart, me repenteth that thou art dead, for my
sovereign lady gave thee to me, and evil have I kept thee, and thy
death shall be dear bought and I live. And anon he went into his
chamber and armed him, and came out fiercely, and there met he with Sir
Gawaine. Why have ye slain my hounds, said Sir Gawaine, for they did
but their kind, and lever I had ye had wroken your anger upon me than
upon a dumb beast. Thou sayst truth, said the knight, I have avenged me
on thy hounds, and so I will on thee or thou go. Then Sir Gawaine
alight afoot, and dressed his shield, and they stroke together
mightily, and clave their shields, and stoned their helms, and brake
their hauberks that the blood ran down to their feet. At the last Sir
Gawaine smote the knight so hard that he fell to the earth; and then he
cried mercy and yielded him, and besought him as he was a knight and
gentleman to save his life. Thou shalt die, said Sir Gawaine, for
slaying of my hounds. I will make amends, said the knight, unto my
power. Sir Gawaine would no mercy have, but unlaced his helm to have
striken off his head; right so came his lady out of a chamber and fell
over him, and so he smote off her head by misadventure. Alas! said
Gaheris, that is foul and shamefully done; that shame shall never from
you. Also, ye should give mercy unto them that ask mercy; for a knight
without mercy is without worship. Sir Gawaine was so astonied at the
death of this fair lady that he wist not what he did, and said unto the
knight, Arise, I will give thee mercy. Nay, nay, said the knight, I
care for no mercy now, for thou hast slain my love and my lady that I
loved best of all earthly things. Me repenteth it, said Sir Gawaine,
for I thought to strike unto thee. But now thou shalt go unto king
Arthur, and tell him of thine adventures, and how thou art overcome by
the knight that went in the quest of the white hart. I take no force,
said the knight, whether I live or die. But so for dread of death he
swore to go unto king Arthur: and he made him to bear one greyhound
before him on his horse, and another behind him. What is your name,
said Sir Gawaine, or we part? My name is, said the knight, Ablamor of
the Marsh. So he departed toward Camelot.