Chapter_63

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Then commanded the lord to muster his meiny,

And his ladies both to bring with their burds,

Before all the folk, on the floor of the hall;

Anon he sends forth the venison to fetch,

And in gamesome mood Sir Gawain he calls,

Tells him the tally of the táll dèer,

And shows him the sheen grease shorn from the ribs:

“How pleases you this play? Have I praise gotten

And a thank sincere by my skill deservèd?”

“By my faith,” quoth he, “ ’tis the fairest hunting

I have seen this seven year in season of winter.”

“ ’Tis a gift for Gawain,” the goodman replied,

“For by accord of covenant ye claim it your own.”

“That is sooth,” the Knight said, “and I say you the same;

What I have worthily won these wonës within,

I wis, with as good will, I waive it to you.”

His fair neck he folds in a fond embrace,

And kisses him as comely as he could it avise;

“Here are my winnings, for I won no more,

But all would I grant, if greater they had been.”

“Fair gain!” said the goodman, “gramercy therefor;

Better worth though it were if ye would but discover

Where ye won this same wealth by force of your wits.”

“ ’Twas not in the bargain, nor boots it to know;

Your dues ye have drawn, deem ye no other,

Sir lord.”

They laugh’d and made them blithe

With many a courteous word;

To supper they went forthwith,

Fresh dainties on the board.