_How Sir Pelleas loved no more Ettard by means of the damsel of the
lake, whom he loved ever after._
Sir knight Pelleas, said the damsel of the lake, take your horse and
come forth with me out of this country, and ye shall love a lady that
shall love you. I will well, said Sir Pelleas, for this lady Ettard
hath done me great despite and shame. And there he told her the
beginning and ending, and how he had purposed never to have arisen till
that he had been dead,—and now I hate her as much as ever I loved her.
Thank me, said the damsel of the lake. Anon Sir Pelleas armed him, and
took his horse, and commanded his men to bring after his pavilions and
his stuff where the damsel of the lake would assign. So the lady Ettard
died for sorrow, and the damsel of the lake rejoiced Sir Pelleas, and
loved together during their life days.