"Which would you rather have, the gold or the field?"
The woman wept, saying:
"Oh, King, my dead husband loved the field. Give it back to me."
"You shall have your field again," said Arthur, "and besides I will give you three times the amount of gold it is worth to pay you for the years King Uther had it."
Gareth thought that Arthur was indeed a just king. And while this was passing through his mind, another widow came forward and cried:
"Hear me, oh, King! Heretofore you have been my enemy. You killed my husband with your own hands. It is hard for me to ask justice or favor of you. Yet I must. My husband's brother took my son and had him slain, and has now stolen his land. So I ask you for a knight who will do battle and get my son's land for me, and revenge me for his death."
Then a good knight stepped forward and said:
"Sir King, I am her kinsman. Let me do battle for her and right her wrongs."
But Sir Kay, Arthur's foster brother, said: