ed his honor to this, and therewith they changed horses and
armor.
Leaving the knight of the doleful visage, Gawaine rode to Ettard's
castle, whom he found in her pavilion outside the gate. On seeing him
she hastily fled to the castle, but he called her loudly, declaring that
he was not Pelleas, and that he had slain the knight and won his horse
and armor.
"Take off your helm," she replied. "Let me see your face."
Gawaine did so, and when she saw that he spoke the truth she bade him
alight and led him into the castle, questioning him who he was and how
he had slain her tormenting admirer.
"I am sorry for his death," she said, "for he was a worthy knight; but
of all men I hated him most, and could never rid myself of his
importunities. As for you, Sir Gawaine, since you have done me this
service, I shall be your lady, for I cannot but love you."
Then Gawaine was so entranced by the lady Ettard's blue eyes and fair
face that he shamefully forgot his word of honor, and warmly returned
her love. He remained with her and her knights in the castle, so happy
in her presence as to ignore all the claims of duty and knightly faith.
It was now the month of May, and the air had grown warm and balmy. So it
happened one evening that they all left the castle to enjoy themselves
on the flowery meads outside. Believing Pelleas to be dead, Ettard lost
all dread of unwelcome intrusion, and suggested that they should spend
the night in the open air, lulled to sleep by the soft winds and the
perfume of flowers.
But by fortune it chanced that Pelleas, hearing no word from Gawaine,
that night mounted his horse and rode to the castle. It was a late hour,
and he was surprised to see pavilions erected outside the gate, and
couches spread in the open air. As he came near he saw knights and
ladies asleep on these, while side by side lay Ettard and Gawaine,
locked in deep slumber.
Anger and pain so filled the knight's heart at this that he drew his
sword to slay his faithless friend, but on calmer thought he laid the
naked blade athwart the throats of knight and lady and rode away. On
reaching his tent, he told his attendants what treachery he had endured,
and that he had resolved to take to his bed and lie there till he should
die.
"And when I am dead I charge you to take my heart and bear it to the
lady Ettard in a silver dish, and tell her that her falseness has slain
the faithfulest of lovers."
Meanwhile Gawaine and Ettar
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