Then commanded the King that the Knight should arise;
And he drew from his seat, and came down from the dais,
Kneel’d to the King, and claspèd the weapon;
And the liege lord releas’d it, and lifting his hand
God’s blessing him gave and gladly him bade
Both his heart and his hand right hardy to keep.
“Mind, cousin!” quoth the King, “one cut that thou give him.
And if thou fight with him fair, unafearèd, I trow,
Shalt thou dree any dint he may deal thee after.”
Then grips he the gisarm and goes to his man.
Who boldly him bides and no whit is abash’d
But speaks to Sir Gawain, that gallant in green:
“Recite we our forewards ere further we fare.
I conjure thee, as true Knight, that truly thou tell me
What is thy name: thy word I would have.”
“In good faith,” quoth he, “Gawain my name is
Who deal thee this dint, what doom so betide,
And at this time twelvemonth I take one of thee
With what weapon thou wilt, and no wight with me bring
alive.”
He answers him again,
“Sir Gawain, so may I thrive,
But I am wondrous fain
This dint that thou shalt drive.”