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He put spurs to his steed and sprang on his way

So fast that the flint-sparks flew out behind him.

All that saw that sire sigh’d in their hearts,

And said to each other (it seemèd but sooth)

Grieving for Gawain, “By God, ’tis a pity

We should lose such a liege, in his life so noble!

To find his fellow on fold, in faith, is not easy.

More warily to have wrought had been wiser, in truth,

And to have dubb’d him, dear man, a duke to become,

A shining light in the land, a leader of men;

So ’twere better he had been than broken to naught,

Beheaded by an elfin, for idle pride.

Who knew ever King such counsel to take

As at Christmas games to catch men in quibbles?”

Many were the warm tears that wellèd from eyes

When that seemly sire sought from those wones

that day.

He made there no abode

But swiftly went his way:

A wildsome track he rode,

The book as I heard say.