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booty carried it to some place where he thought it would be safe. Then
the ladies saw a squire, tall and strong, who held a piece of a lance
and bore on his neck a steel cap. One of the ladies, who was foolish,
called to him, saying, "Sir squire, so God help me, it is foolish of you
to make prize of that tester, those arms and croup-piece. If you do a
squire's duty you deserve a squire's wage. Below, in yonder meadow, is a
man who hath riches he cannot defend. Unwise is he who misseth his gain
while he hath the power to take it. He seemeth the most debonair of
knights, and yet he would not stir if one plucked his beard. If you are
wise, take the armor and the treasure, none will hinder you."
The squire went into the meadow and struck one of Gawain's horses,
crying, "Vassal, are you sick that all day long you gape here and have
done nothing, neither pierced shield nor shivered lance?"
Sir Gawain answered, "Pray, what is it to you why I tarry? You shall
know, but not now. Get you gone about your business."
The squire withdrew, for Gawain was not the type of man to whom he would
dare say anything unpleasant.
The tourney ended, after many knights had been killed and many horses
captured. The outsiders had had the best, and the people of the castle
gained by the intermission. At parting they all agreed that on the
morrow with songs they would meet again and continue the encounter. So
for that night they separated and those who had sallied forth returned
to the castle, followed by Sir Gawain. At the gate he met the nobleman
who had advised his lord to engage in the tourney. This man accosted him
pleasantly, and said, "Fair sir, in this castle your hostel is ready. If
it pleaseth you, remain here, for if you should go on it would be long
before you arrived at a lodging; therefore I urge you to stay."
"I will tarry, your mercy!" said Gawain. "I have heard worse words."
The man led the guest to his house, talking of this and that, and asked
him why on that day he had not borne arms. Sir Gawain explained how he
had been accused of treason and was bound to be on his guard against
prison and wounds until he could free himself from the reproach that was
cast upon him, for it would be to the dishonor of himself and his
friends if he should fail to appear at the time appointed.
The nobleman praised him, and said that if this was the reason he had
done right. With that he led Gawain to his house, where they dismounted.
The people of the castle blamed him, wondering how his lord would take
it; while the elder daughter of Thiébault did her best to make trouble
for Gawain, on account of her sister, with whom she was angry. "Sir,"
she said to her father, "on this day you have suffered no loss, but made
a gain, greater than you think; you have only to go and take it. The man
who hath brought it will not dare to defend it, for he is wily. Lances
and shields he bringeth, with palfreys and chargers, and maketh himself
resemble a knight to cheat the customs, so that he may pass free when he
cometh to sell his wares. Render him his deserts. He is with Garin, the
son of Bertan, who hath taken him to lodge at his house. I just saw him
pass."
Thiébault took his horse, for he himself wished to go there. The little
girl, who saw him leave, went out secretly by a back gate and straight
down the hill to the house of Garin, who had two fair daughters. When
these saw their little lady they should have been glad, and glad they
were, each took her by a hand and led her into the house, kissing her
eyes and lips.
In the meantime Garin and his son Herman had left the house and were
going up to the castle to speak to their lord. Midway there they met
Thiébault and saluted him. He asked whither Garin was going and said he
had intended to pay him a visit. "By my faith," said the nobleman, "that
will not displease me, and at my house you shall see the fairest of
knights."
"It is even he whom I seek," said Thiébault, "to arrest him. He is a
merchant who selleth horses and pretendeth to be a knight."
"Alas," said Garin, "'tis a churlish speech I hear you make! I am your
man and you are my master, but on the spot I renounce your homage, and
in the name of all my line now defy you, rather than suffer you to
disgrace my house."
"Indeed," answered Thiébault, "I have no wish to do any such thing.
Neither you nor your house shall ever receive aught but honor from me;
not but what I have been counseled so to proceed."
"Your great mercy!" exclaimed the nobleman. "It will be my honor if you
will visit my guest."
So side by side they went on until they reached the house. When Sir
Gawain saw them, he rose out of courtesy, and said, "Welcome!" The two
saluted him and took their seats beside him. Then the nobleman, who was
the lord of that country, asked why he had taken no part in the tourney,
and Gawain narrated how a knight had accused him of treason and how he
was on his way to defend himself in a royal court. "Doubtless,"
answered the lord, "that is sufficient excuse. But where is the battle
to be held?"
"Sir, before the king of Cavalon, whither I am journeying."
"And I," said the nobleman, "will guide you. Since you must needs pass
through a poor country, I will provide you with food and packbeasts to
carry it."
Gawain answered that he had no need to accept anything, for if it could
be bought he would have food and lodging wherever he went.
With these words Thiébault took leave. As he departed, from the opposite
direction he saw come his little daughter, who embraced Gawain's leg,
and said, "Fair sir, listen! I have come to complain of my sister, who
hath beaten me. So please you, do me justice!"
Gawain made no answer, for he did not know what she meant. He put his
hand on her head, while the girl pulled him, saying, "To you, fair sir,
I complain of my sister. I do not love her, since to-day she hath done
me great shame for your sake."
"Fair one, what have I to do with that? How can I do you justice against
your sister?"
Thiébault, who had taken leave, heard his child's entreaty, and said,
"Girl, who bade you come here and complain to this knight?"
Gawain asked, "Fair sweet sir, is this maid your daughter?"
"Aye; but never mind what she says. A girl is a silly creature."
"Certes," said Gawain, "I should be churlish if I did not do what she
desires. Tell me, my sweet child and fair, in what manner I can justify
you against your sister."
"If it pleaseth you, for love of me, bear arms in the tourney."
"Tell me, dear friend," said Gawain, "have you ever before made petition
to any knight?"
"No, sir."
"Never mind her," exclaimed her father. "Pay no heed to her folly."
Sir Gawain answered, "Sir, so aid me the Lord God, for so little a girl,
she hath spoken very well, and I will not refuse her. To-morrow, if she
wisheth, I will be her knight."
"Your mercy, fair sweet sir!" cried the child, who was overjoyed, and
bowed down to his feet.
Without more words they parted. Thiébault carried his daughter back on
the neck of his palfrey. As they rode up the hill be asked her what the
quarrel had been about, and she told him the story from beginning to
end, saying, "Sir, I was vexed with my sister, who declared that
Meliance of Lis was the best of all the knights; and I, who had seen
this knight in the meadow, could not help saying that I had seen a
fairer, whereupon my sister called me a silly girl and beat me. Fie on
me, if I take it from her! I would cut off both my braids close to my
head, which would be a great loss, if to-morrow in the tourney this
knight would conquer Meliance of Lis, and put an end to the fuss of
madam, my sister! She talked so much that she tired all the ladies; but
a little rain will hush a great wind."
"Fair child," said her father, "I command and allow you, in courtesy, to
send him some love-token, a sleeve or a wimple."
The child, who was simple, answered, "With pleasure since you bid me.
But my sleeves are so small, I should not like to send them. Most likely
he would not care for them."
"Daughter, say no more," said Thiébault. "I will think about it. I am
very glad." So saying, he took her in his arms, and had great joy of
embracing and kissing her, until he came in front of his palace. But
when his elder daughter saw him approach, with the child before him, she
was vexed, and exclaimed, "Sir, whence cometh my sister, the Maid with
the Narrow Sleeves? She is full of her tricks; she hath been quick about
it; where did you find her?"
"And you," he answered, "what is it to you? Hush, for she is better than
you are. You pulled her hair and beat her, which grieveth me. You acted
rudely; you were discourteous."
When she heard her father's rebuke, the maid was greatly abashed.
Thiébault had brought from his chests a piece of red samite, and he bade
his people cut out and make a sleeve, wide and long. Then he called his
daughter and said, "Child, to-morrow rise betimes and visit the knight
before he leaveth his hostel. For love's sake you will give him this
new sleeve, which he will wear in the tourney when he goeth thither."
The girl answered that so soon as ever she saw the clear dawn she would
dress herself and go. With that her father went his way, while she, in
great glee, charged her companions that they should not let her
oversleep but should wake her when day broke, if they would have her
love them. They did as she wished, and when it dawned caused her to wake
and dress. All alone she went to the house where Sir Gawain lodged, but,
early though it was, the knights had risen and gone to the monastery to
hear mass sung. She waited until they had offered long orisons and
listened to the service, as much as was right. When they returned the
child rose to greet Sir Gawain, and cried, "Sir, on this day may God
save and honor you! For love of me, wear the sleeve which I carry in my
hand."
"With pleasure," he answered; "friend, your mercy!"
After that the knights were not slow to take arms, and came pouring out
of the town, while the damsels again went up to the walls and the dames
of the castle saw the troops of brave and hardy knights approach.
They rode with loose rein, and in front was Meliance of Lis, who went so
fast that he left the rest in the rear, two rods and more. When his
maiden saw her friend she could not keep quiet, but cried, "Ladies,
yonder comes the man who hath the lordship of chivalry!"
As swiftly as his horse would carry him Sir Gawain charged Meliance of
Lis, who did not evade the blow, but met it boldly, and shivered his
lance. On his part Sir Gawain smote so hard that he grieved Meliance,
whom he flung on the field; the steed he grasped by the rein and gave to
a varlet, bidding him take it to the lady on whose account he had
entered the tourney, and say that his master had sent her the first
spoil he had made that day. The youth took the charger, saddled as it
was, and led it towards the girl, who was sitting at the window of the
tower, whence she had watched the joust, and when she saw the encounter
she cried to her sister, "Sister, there lies Meliance of Lis, whom you
praised so highly! A wise man ought to give praise where it is due. You
see, I was right yesterday when I said I saw a better knight."
Thus she teased her sister, who grew angry, and cried, "Child, hold your
tongue! If you say another word, I will slap you so that you will not
have a foot to stand on!" "Oh, sister," answered the little girl,
"remember God! You ought not to beat me because I told you the truth. I
saw him tumble as well as you; I think he will not be able to get up. Be
as cross as you please, I must say that there is not a lady here who did
not see him fall flat on the ground."