night’s dream, and what the spirit of Sir Gawaine

told you this night, yet God of his great goodness

hath preserved you hitherto. Therefore, for God’s

sake, my lord, leave off by this. For blessed be

God ye have won the field: for here we be three

on live, and with Sir Mordred is none on live.

And if ye leave off now, this wicked day of

destiny is past. Tide me death, betide me life,

saith the king, now I see him yonder alone, he

shall never escape mine hands, for at a better

avail shall I never have him. God speed you well,