," said the damsel.
"Love not again till you can give your heart to a lady who is worthy of
it."

"I have found such a one now," said the knight, fixing his eyes with
warm feeling upon her face. "This lady Ettard has treated me
despitefully and turned all my love for her to hatred and scorn. But the
love I felt for her has gone out to you."

"Thank me for your delivery," said Nimue. "It is too soon to talk of
love. But this I may say, that if you love me as you vow, you shall not
find me another Ettard."

Soon after Pelleas arose and armed, and bidding his men to follow with
the pavilions and furniture, rode into the forest with the damsel of the
lake, for whom the love in his heart grew each moment warmer.

[Illustration: THE LOVE OF PELLEAS AND NIMUE.]

And thus this woeful story ends in true love's joy and retribution; for
the false lady Ettard died in lovelorn sorrow, but Pelleas and Nimue
lived together in true love during the remainder of their days, she
becoming his dear lady and wife.

Meanwhile Marhaus and Uwaine pursued their course and had their
adventures, but they were not so many and strange as those of Gawaine,
and therefore we shall not tell them in full.

As for Uwaine, who rode away with the old damsel, he gained great honor
at a tournament near the Welsh marches, winning the prize, which was a
gerfalcon, and a white steed with trappings of cloth of gold. Many other
adventures he had, and at last came to the castle of a noble lady, who
was called the Lady of the Rock. Her lands had been taken from her by
two robber knights, named Sir Edward and Sir Hue of the Red Castle.
These Uwaine fought together, and with such good fortune that he killed
Sir Edward and forced Sir Hue to surrender the lady's lands. Then he
dwelt at the castle of the Lady of the Rock for six months, till he was
healed of the many and deep wounds he had received in his battle with
the robber knights.

Meanwhile, Marhaus rode southward with the damsel of thirty summers.
Many adventures he had, and he won a circlet of gold as the victor in a
tournament. At length he stopped at the castle of a noble earl named
Fergus, whose lands were harried by a giant named Taulard. Him Marhaus
proffered to fight, as neither the earl nor any of his men dared meet
him.

Fierce and perilous was the battle that followed, for the giant was of
monstrous height and strength, and armed with iron clubs and great
battle-axes. But after a terrible co