ght had me. So shall I do gladly: and took the horse of the
wounded knight, and set the gentlewoman upon him, and so brought her as
she desired. Sir knight, said she, ye have better sped than ye weened,
for an I had lost my maidenhead, five hundred men should have died for
it. What knight was he that had you in the forest? By my faith, said
she, he is my cousin. So wot I never with what engine the fiend enchafed
him, for yesterday he took me from my father privily; for I, nor none of
my father's men, mistrusted him not, and if he had had my maidenhead he
should have died for the sin, and his body shamed and dishonoured for
ever. Thus as she stood talking with him there came twelve knights
seeking after her, and anon she told them all how Bors had delivered
her; then they made great joy, and besought him to come to her father,
a great lord, and he should be right welcome. Truly, said Bors, that may
not be at this time, for I have a great adventure to do in this country.
So he commended them unto God and departed.

Then Sir Bors rode after Lionel, his brother, by the trace of their
horses, thus he rode seeking a great while. Then he overtook a man
clothed in a religious clothing; and rode on a strong black horse
blacker than a berry, and said: Sir knight, what seek you? Sir, said he,
I seek my brother that I saw within a while beaten with two knights. Ah,
Bors, discomfort you not, nor fall into no wanhope; for I shall tell you
tidings such as they be, for truly he is dead. Then showed he him a new
slain body lying in a bush, and it seemed him well that it was the body
of Lionel, and then he made such a sorrow that he fell to the earth all
in a swoon, and lay a great while there. And when he came to himself he
said: Fair brother, sith the company of you and me is departed shall
I never have joy in my heart, and now He which I have taken unto my
master, He be my help. And when he had said thus he took his body
lightly in his arms, and put it upon the arson of his saddle. And then
he said to the man: Canst thou tell me unto some chapel where that I may
bury this body? Come on, said he, here is one fast by; and so long they
rode till they saw a fair tower, and afore it there seemed an old feeble
chapel. And then they alighted both, and put him into a tomb of marble.

CHAPTER XI. How Sir Bors told his dream to a priest, which he had
dreamed, and of the counsel that the priest gave to him.

NOW leave we him here, said th