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."
 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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