Sir Gawayne.
Brother to...! [He looks from one to the other, incredulous.]
Déliveré.
[Corroborating his own assertion.] To Déliverance La Belle Pilgrim!
Sir Gawayne.
Now by my head you speak a great wonder!
Déliveré.
By the crafts of sorcery I was turned into the outrageous giant, keeping the evil customs whereby Arthur and his Court were put in jeopard! My sister alone knew the true answer to my rede, but none could learn it or ever a worshipful knight should promise to take and wed her unto his wife! In this ye stand a proved knight of matchless chivalry! But an ye would save yourself unshamed from this marriage, come and joust with me!
Sir Gawayne.
[With a cry of joy.] Now Heaven be praised, right glad and blithe am I, for liefer an hundred times would I die with fighting worship than live with wedded woe! Come, Sir Knight, to the assay, and spare me not, for I warn thee I will not spare thee! Come and prove who will be first to say Ho! [Déliverance, who has hobbled back to the hearth, cowers in her chair, moaning. “Now am I the wofullest lady of the world!”] Now wherefore this dolorous moaning?