From The Wedding of Sir Gawain and Dame Ragnell....

While Arthur is hunting in the forest of Inglewood, he has a fateful meeting with the odious Knight "Gromer Somer Joure" [the Summerday Man], who detains him, demanding on penalty of death that he reveal in twelve month's time the secret of "what women love best in field and town."

[13]	Nowe wylle ye lyst* a whyle to my talkyng,	[if you will listen]
	I shalle you telle of Arthowre the kyng,
15	Howe ones hym befelle*			[once it befell him]
	On huntyng he was in Ingleswod*		[Inglewood]
	Withe alle his bold knyghtes good;
	Nowe herken to my spelle*			[tale]
	The kyng was sett att his trestylle-tree*		[hunting-station]
20	Whythe hys bowe to sle* the wylde venere*	[slay]  [deer]
	And hys lordes were sett hym besyde;
	As the kyng stoode, then was he ware*		[aware]
	Where a greatt hartt was and a fayre,
	And forthe fast dyd he glyde.
25	The hartt was in a braken ferne,*		[fern thicket]
	And heard the groundes,* and stoode fulle derne;*	[earth-sounds]  [very still]
	Alle that sawe the kyng:
	"Hold yu stylle, every man,
	And I wolle goo myself, yf I can,
30	Withe crafte* of stalkyng."			[the skill]
	The kyng in hys hand tooke a bowe,
	And wodmanly he stowpyd* lowe,		[woodmanlike he stooped]
	To stalk unto that dere;*			[deer]
	Whatthat he cam the dere fulle nere,*		[near]
35	The dere lept forthe into a brere,*		[briar patch]
	And evere the kyng went nere* and nere.		[nearer]
	So kyng Arthure went a whyle
	After the dere, I trowe,* half a myle,		[believe]
	And no man withe hym went;
40	And att the last to the dere he lett flye,*		[fly (arrow)]
	And smote hym sore and sewerly*---		[hard and surely]
	Suche grace God hym sent.
	Down the dere tumblyd so deron,*		[wounded]
	And felle into a greatt brake of feron;*		[fern thicket]
45	The kyng folowyd fulle fast.
	Anon* the kyng bithe ferce and felle*		[at once]  [savage]
	Was withe the dere and dyd hym serve welle,*	[killed him]
	And after the grasse he taste.*			[tasted (bit the dust)]
	As the kyng was withe the dere alone,
50	Streyghte* ther cam to hym a quaynt grome,*	[straightway]  [straight fellow]
	Armyd welle and sure;
	A knyghte fulle strong and of greatt myghte,
	And grymly wordes to the sayd:
	"Well i-mett,* Kyng Arthour!			[met (welcome)]
55	Thou hast done me wrong many a yere,*		[year]
	And wofully I shalle quytte* thee here;		[repay]
	I hold thy lyfe-days nyghe* done;		[almost]
	Thou hast gevyn* my landes in certayn*		[given]  [indeed]
	Withe greatt wrong unto sir Gawen.
60	Whate sayest thou, kyng alone?"
	"Syr Knyghte, whate is thy name withe honour?"
	"Syr Kyng," he sayd, "Gromer Somer Joure,"
	I telle thee nowe withe ryghte."

-- -- The Wedding of Sir Gawain and Dame Ragnell. Quoted in The Romance of Arthur: an Anthology of Medieval Texts in Translation.. Ed. James J. Wilhelm. New, expanded edition. Garland Reference Library of the Humanities; vol. 1267. (New York : Garland Publishing, 1994). pp468-469.

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