When Lancelot had seen Sir Kay fall to the ground, he rode back to the court to tell King Arthur that his knight, Sir Gareth, was strong and true. And he sent men to bring home the wounded Sir Kay.
Now Lynette was more cross than ever because Lancelot had left her, and when Gareth at last rode up to her, she cried rudely, ‘You are only a kitchen-knave. Your clothes smell of cooking, and your dress is soiled with grease and tallow. Ride further off from me.’
But what she said was not true, for Gareth had put on the beautiful armour his mother had sent him.
As Lynette mocked, Gareth rode quietly behind. In spite of her unkindness, he was happy. After the long days spent in the hot kitchen, the forest breeze seemed to touch him more gently than in the old days, and the trees seemed to him more beautiful. But though the streams seemed more clear, they still called to him, just as the streams in his own mountains used to do.
But Gareth had not much time to think of the trees and streams, for suddenly he heard the steps of some one hurrying through the forest, crushing the fallen twigs and crisp leaves underfoot in his great haste. Was it an adventure?
‘Where are you running to?’ said Gareth, as a man came in sight.
‘O sir, six thieves have fallen upon my lord, and bound him to a tree, and I am afraid they will kill him.’
‘Show me where your lord is,’ said Gareth. And they rode together to the place where the knight was tied to a tree.
Then Gareth struck the first robber down with his sword, and killed another, and slew the third as he turned to run away.
‘There were six thieves,’ thought Gareth; but when he turned to look for the other three, they were nowhere to be seen. They had all run away in great fright.