_How the damsel of the lake saved king Arthur from a mantle which
should have burnt him._
With that came the damsel of the lake unto the king, and said, Sir, I
must speak with you in private. Say on, said the king, what ye will.
Sir, said the damsel, put not on you this mantle till ye have seen
more, and in no wise let it not come on you, nor on no knight of yours,
till ye command the bringer thereof to put it upon her. Well, said king
Arthur, it shall be done as ye counsel me. And then he said unto the
damsel that came from his sister, Damsel, this mantle that ye have
brought me I will see it upon you. Sir, said she, it will not beseem me
to wear a king’s garment. By my head, said Arthur, ye shall wear it or
it come on my back, or any man’s that here is. And so the king made it
to be put upon her, and forthwithal she fell down dead, and never more
spake word after, and burnt to coals. Then was the king wonderly wroth,
more than he was toforehand, and said unto king Uriens, My sister your
wife is alway about to betray me, and well I wot either ye, or my
nephew your son, is of counsel with her to have me destroyed; but as
for you, said the king to king Uriens, I deem not greatly that ye be of
her counsel, for Accolon confessed to me by his own mouth, that she
would have destroyed you as well as me, therefore I hold you excused;
but as for your son Sir Uwaine, I hold him suspected, therefore I
charge you put him out of my court. So Sir Uwaine was discharged. And
when Sir Gawaine wist that, he made him ready to go with him, and said:
Who so banisheth my cousin german shall banish me. So they two departed
and rode into a great forest. And so they came to an abbey of monks,
and there were well lodged. But when the king wist that Sir Gawaine was
departed from the court there was made great sorrow among all the
estates. Now, said Gaheris, Gawaine’s brother, we have lost two good
knights for the love of one. So on the morn they heard their masses in
the abbey, and so they rode forth till they came to a great forest;
then was Sir Gawaine ware in a valley by a turret, of twelve fair
damsels, and two knights armed on great horses, and the damsels went to
and fro by a tree. And then was Sir Gawaine ware how there hung a white
shield on that tree, and ever as the damsels came by it they spit upon
it, and some threw mire upon the shield.