ng to that
he did for me."

"Sir," saith the knight, "If he be dead, a great grief is it to myself,
for I have lost my comfort and my life and my land without recovery."

"Sir," saith Lancelot, "He helped me to save my life, and yours will I
help to save henceforth for ever and so be that I shall know of your
jeopardy."

The knight heareth that his brother is dead and well believeth
Lancelot, and beginneth to make dole thereof the greatest that was ever
heard. And Lancelot saith to him, "Sir Knight, let be this dole, for
none recovery is there; but my body do I offer you and my knighthood in
any place you please, where I may save your honour."

"Sir," saith the knight, "With good will receive I your help and your
love, sith that you deign to offer me the same, and now have I sorer
need of them than ever. Sir," saith the knight, "Sith that my brother
is dead, I will return back and bear with my wrong, though well would
he have amended it had he been on live."

"By my head," saith Lancelot, "I will go with you, that so may I reward
you of that he hath done for me. He delivered his body to the death
for me, and in like manner freely would I fain set mine own in jeopardy
for love of you and of him."

II.

"Sir," saith the knight, "Right good will do I owe you of this that you
say to me, so your deeds be but the same herein."

"Yea, so help me God," saith Lancelot, "The same shall they be, if God
lend me the power."

With that, they go on their way together, and the knight comforteth him
much of that which Lancelot hath said to him, but of the death of his
brother was he right sorrowful. And they ride until they come to the
land of the Moors; then espy they a castle upon a rock, and below was a
broad meadow-land.

"Sir," saith the Knight of the Green Shield to Lancelot, "This castle
was my brother's and is now mine, and much it misliketh me that it hath
fallen to me on this wise. And the knight that reft it of my brother
is of so great hardihood that he feareth no knight on live, and you
will presently see him issue forth of this castle so soon as he shall
perceive you."

Lancelot and the knight ride until they draw nigh the castle. And the
knight looketh in the way before him, and seeth a squire coming on a
hackney, that was carrying before him a wild boar dead. The Knight of
the Green Shield asketh him whose man he is, and the squire maketh
answer: "I am man of the Lord of the Rock Gladoens, that come