Chapter_109

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Wild ways in the world now wanders Sir Gawain,

For the gift of his life he had gotten again;

Oft he harbour’d in house, and out-of-doors often,

Had adventures in vale and victories many,

That I intend not today to tell you in story.

He was heal’d of the hurt that he had on his neck;

And the gleaming belt he bore thereabout,

Like a baldric, slantwise, bound by his side,

Loop’d in a knot, his left arm beneath,

As a symbol of the sin that he was seiz’d in.

Thus came the good Knight, all sound, to the Court;

There was weal in that wone when wist it the King,

Wist that Gawain was come; goód news he thought it.

First kiss’d him of all the King and the Queen,

Then many a sickar knight sought to salute him,

And of his wayfare would weet: all the wonders he told them,

The haps and the hardships he had on his way,

The chance of the chapel, the cheer of the knight,

The love of the lady, and the lace at the last.

The cut ’neath his collar discover’d he then,

That the lord of the land for unlealty him gave,

for blame.

In anguish did he speak,

He groan’d for grief and shame,

The blood blent in his cheek,

For the blot upon his name.