Chapter_31

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Yet till All Hallows with Arthur he bode,

Who made feast on that festival for his friend’s sake,

Amid revel full rich of the Round Table.

Then courteous Knights and comely ladies

All for love of that liege were in longing and sorrow,

But ne’er the less nor the latter they allow’d but mirth,

Though many were joyless, jesting the while.

After supper, full sadly he sought to his uncle,

And spoke of his passage in speech very plain:

“Now, liege lord of my life, your leave I would ask;

Ye know all the case, and I care no more

Of my trouble to talk, or to teen you one whit;

But I am bound for the buffet a bare night hence

And the Green Knight must seek, as God will me speed.”

Then the best of the burg busk’d them together,

Ewain and Eric, and others full many,

Sir Dodinal the Dour, the Duke of Clarence,

Launcelot, and Lionel, and Lucan the good,

Sir Bors and Sir Bedivere, big men both,

And many another worthy, with Mador of the Port;

Came all this company seeking the King,

With care at their heart, to counsel Sir Gawain;

There was dole very dree that day in the hall

That so worthy as Gawain should wend on that errand,

To endúre a gríevous dínt, and deal nevermore

with brand.

The Knight made ay good cheer,

Said he, “Now grief is bann’d;

’Gainst destiny so drear

What may man do but stand?”