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out, "Messire Gawain, your pity will be our death this day! For the snapped short, and the knights drop to the ground with such a shock Thereupon the dwarf crieth out: "Damsel, your counterfeit Gawain doth for the damsels. For the knight crieth him mercy and Messire Gawain slay him not, the evil custom will not be overthrown." him, and fleeth toward the forest a great gallop. And the damsels cry knight that was dead and setteth it on his own horse and draweth him Knight without Pity is gone for succour, and if he escape, we shall be other side whither the horses were gone, and taketh the saddle of the other that they be not such as you!" the sole of his foot with your sword, otherwise will he not die yet." away. And the wounded knight was remounted, for the dwarf had helped stirrups loosened and girths to-brast and fewtres splintered and spears horses hurtle together so stiffly that saddle-bows are to-frushed and "Damsel," saith the knight, "Your love of me is turned to shame! Never Messire Gawain draweth from over the knight and cometh toward his that the blood rayeth forth at mouth and nose. In the fall that the had right great pity of him. Howbeit the damsels cry to him; "And you "Sir," saith the younger damsel, "And you would slay him, smite him in draweth him back, and hath great pity of the knight, and cometh to the horse, and right fain would he have let the knight live had it not been knight made, Messire Gawain brake his collar-bone in the hurtle. the points of their spears, and the bodies of the knights and their it well!" Messire Gawain marvelleth at this that the damsel saith to him, and "Our Gawain shall he be," say they, "so none take him from us!" more ought knight to set affiance nor love on damsel. But God keep the

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