bridle and saddle and mounteth, and taketh his shield and spear and "Sir," saith she, "So may He do to you!" your body, for never yet saw I none aforetime that seemed more like to cross, and seemed it that the chapel was all incensed. When the King a hermit that is beside S. Augustine's chapel." departeth from the little house and entereth into the forest and rideth "Damsel," saith the King, "Is there no hold in this launde?" good adventure." fairest laundes that ever a man might see. And he seeth at the had made his orison therein, he cometh back again and setteth on his should enter therein, and seeth a damsel sitting under a great leafy "Sir," saith the damsel, "No hold is there save a most holy chapel and where the hermit lay; but so did he not! Rather, was it covered of the be good knight, and sore pity would it be and you were not, and never richest tomb-stone that any might ever see, and had on the top a red "Is this then S. Augustine's chapel?" saith the King. none goeth thither, be he never so discounselled, but he cometh back counselled, so he may thence return on live. And Lord God be guard of wounded; but the place of the chapel is of so great worthiness that a great pace, until he cometh at right hour of tierce to one of the entrance a spear set bar-wise, and looketh to the right or ever he tree, and she held the reins of her mule in her hand. The damsel was so saluteth her and saith: "Damsel," saith he, "God give you joy and of great beauty and full seemly clad. The King turneth thitherward and "Yea, Sir, I tell it you for true, but the launde and the forest about chapel to cry God mercy, thinking to find the coffin discovered there is so perilous that no knight returneth thence but he be dead or