Chapter_62

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Both the head and the hawse they hew’d off after,

And sunder’d full swiftly the sides from the chine,

And the corbies’ fee they cast in a bush;

Then thirl’d they the thick sides through by the rib,

And slung them up high by slitting the sinews,

Ev’ry man for his fee, as falls him by custom.

On a fell of the fair beast fed they their hounds

With the liver and lights, the leather of the paunches,

And bread bathed in blood, blent thereamongst,

And boldly blew prize, while the bratches bay’d;

Then the flesh they took up and fared towards home,

Sounding full stoutly many a strong moot.

What time daylight was done, they had drawn to the gate

Of the comely castle, where the knight them bides

so still,

In bliss, with bright fire beat;

The lord is come theretil;

When Gawain did him meet,

There was but weal at will.