enture. Truly, said Sir Gawaine
unto Sir Ector, I am nigh weary of this quest, and loath I am to follow
further in strange countries. One thing marvelled me, said Sir Ector, I
have met with twenty knights, fellows of mine, and all they complain as
I do. I have marvel, said Sir Gawaine, where that Sir Launcelot, your
brother, is. Truly, said Sir Ector, I cannot hear of him, nor of Sir
Galahad, Percivale, nor Sir Bors. Let them be, said Sir Gawaine, for
they four have no peers. And if one thing were not in Sir Launcelot he
had no fellow of none earthly man; but he is as we be, but if he took
more pain upon him. But an these four be met together they will be loath
that any man meet with them; for an they fail of the Sangreal it is in
waste of all the remnant to recover it.

Thus Ector and Gawaine rode more than eight days, and on a Saturday
they found an old chapel, the which was wasted that there seemed no man
thither repaired; and there they alighted, and set their spears at the
door, and in they entered into the chapel, and there made their orisons
a great while, and set them down in the sieges of the chapel. And as
they spake of one thing and other, for heaviness they fell asleep, and
there befell them both marvellous adventures. Sir Gawaine him seemed he
came into a meadow full of herbs and flowers, and there he saw a rack
of bulls, an hundred and fifty, that were proud and black, save three of
them were all white, and one had a black spot, and the other two were
so fair and so white that they might be no whiter. And these three bulls
which were so fair were tied with two strong cords. And the remnant of
the bulls said among them: Go we hence to seek better pasture. And so
some went, and some came again, but they were so lean that they might
not stand upright; and of the bulls that were so white, that one came
again and no mo. But when this white bull was come again among these
other there rose up a great cry for lack of wind that failed them;
and so they departed one here and another there: this advision befell
Gawaine that night.

CHAPTER II. Of the advision of Sir Ector, and how he jousted with Sir
Uwaine les Avoutres, his sworn brother.

BUT to Ector de Maris befell another vision the contrary. For it seemed
him that his brother, Sir Launcelot, and he alighted out of a chair and
leapt upon two horses, and the one said to the other: Go we seek that
we shall not find. And him thought that a man beat Sir Laun