efallen unto me that I love now him
that I have most hated of any man alive? That is the righteous judgment
of God, said the damosel. And then anon Sir Pelleas awaked and looked
upon Ettard; and when he saw her he knew her, and then he hated her more
than any woman alive, and said: Away, traitress, come never in my sight.
And when she heard him say so, she wept and made great sorrow out of
measure.

CHAPTER XXIII. How Sir Pelleas loved no more Ettard by means of the
Damosel of the Lake, whom he loved ever after.

SIR KNIGHT PELLEAS, said the Damosel of the Lake, take your horse and
come forth with me out of this country, and ye shall love a lady that
shall love you. I will well, said Sir Pelleas, for this Lady Ettard hath
done me great despite and shame, and there he told her the beginning and
ending, and how he had purposed never to have arisen till that he had
been dead. And now such grace God hath sent me, that I hate her as
much as ever I loved her, thanked be our Lord Jesus! Thank me, said the
Damosel of the Lake. Anon Sir Pelleas armed him, and took his horse, and
commanded his men to bring after his pavilions and his stuff where the
Damosel of the Lake would assign. So the Lady Ettard died for sorrow,
and the Damosel of the Lake rejoiced Sir Pelleas, and loved together
during their life days.

CHAPTER XXIV. How Sir Marhaus rode with the damosel, and how he came to
the Duke of the South Marches.

NOW turn we unto Sir Marhaus, that rode with the damosel of thirty
winter of age, southward. And so they came into a deep forest, and by
fortune they were nighted, and rode long in a deep way, and at the last
they came unto a courtelage, and there they asked harbour. But the man
of the courtelage would not lodge them for no treatise that they could
treat, but thus much the good man said, An ye will take the adventure of
your lodging, I shall bring you where ye shall be lodged. What adventure
is that that I shall have for my lodging? said Sir Marhaus. Ye shall
wit when ye come there, said the good man. Sir, what adventure so it
be, bring me thither I pray thee, said Sir Marhaus; for I am weary, my
damosel, and my horse. So the good man went and opened the gate, and
within an hour he brought him unto a fair castle, and then the poor man
called the porter, and anon he was let into the castle, and so he told
the lord how he brought him a knight errant and a damosel that would
be lodged with him. Let him in, said