When Arthur, before the high dais, beheld that event,
with proper respect, never rash or afraid,
he said, “Good sir, you’re certainly welcome here.
I am Arthur, the head of this house;
relax, I implore you, alight from your horse,
and whatsoever you want will wait till later.”
“Nay, so help me Him on high,” said the knight,
“to wait a while in this dwelling wasn’t my errand;
but your celebrity, lord, is uplifted so high,
and your city and your soldiers are considered the best,
in steel gear on steeds, the strongest riders,
the most valiant and valorous folk in the world,
plucky opponents to play with in pure sports,
and courtesy is kept here, as I’ve caught in chatter;
and that has drawn me hither, indeed, at this time.
By this branch that I bear, you can be assured
that I’m passing in peace, and not picking a fight;
for if I’d set forth in fear and fighting-ready,
I have a hauberk at home and a helmet too,
a shield and a sharp spear, shining bright,
and other weapons to wield as well, I tell you;
but since I want no war, my wear is softer.
But, being as bold as people say,
you’ll gladly grant me the game I request
            by right.”
            And Arthur answered there:
            he said, “Sir courteous knight,
            if you crave battle bare,
            then you won’t fail to fight.”