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without saying a word. BRANCH VII. TITLE I. Here the story is silent of Messire Gawain and beginneth to speak of Lancelot, that entereth into a forest and rideth with right great ado and meeteth a knight in the midst of the forest that was coming full speed and was armed of all arms. "Sir," saith Lancelot, "Whence come you?" "Sir," saith Lancelot, "I come from the neighbourhood of King Arthur's Court." "Ha, Sir, can you tell me tidings of a knight that beareth a green shield such as I bear? If so, he is my brother." "What name hath he?" saith Lancelot. "Sir," saith he, "His name is Gladoens, and he is a good knight and a hardy, and he hath a white horse right strong and swift." "Be there other knights in your country that bear such arms as your shield and his besides you and he?" "Certes, Sir, none." "And wherefore do you ask?" saith Lancelot. "For this, that a certain man hath reft him of one of his castles for that he was not there. Howbeit, I know well that he will have it again through his good knighthood." "Is he so good knight?" saith Lancelot. "Certes, Sir, yea! He is the best of the Isles of the Moors." "Sir, of your mercy, lower your coif." He quickly thereon lowereth his coif, and Lancelot looketh at him in the face. "Certes, Sir Knight," saith he, "you very much resemble him."