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Chapter VIII
AtthattheTuscan,groaningloudly,rushedontoSirGawain,andgavehimadeepslantingstroke,andmadeamightywoundandcutagreatveinasunder,sothathebledfast.Thenhecriedout,“Bindthywoundquicklyup,Sirknight,forthoube-bloodestallthyhorseandthyfairarmour,andallthesurgeonsoftheworldshallneverstaunchthyblood;forsoshallitbetowhomsoeverishurtwiththisgoodsword.”
ThenansweredSirGawain,“Itgrievethmebutlittle,andthyboastfulwordsgivemenofear,forthoushaltsuffergreatergriefandsorrowerewepart;buttellmequicklywhocanstaunchthisblood.”
“ThatcanIdo,”saidthestrangeknight,“andwill,ifthouwiltaidandsuccourmetobecomechristened,andtobelieveonGod,whichnowIdorequireoftheeuponthymanhood.”
“Iamcontent,”saidSirGawain;“andmayGodhelpmetograntallthywishes.Buttellmefirst,whatsoughtestthouthusherealone,andofwhatlandartthou?”
“Sir,”saidtheknight,“mynameisPrianius,andmyfatherisagreatprince,whohathrebelledagainstRome.HeisdescendedfromAlexanderandHector,andofourlineagealsowereJoshuaandMaccabaeus.IamofrightthekingofAlexandria,andAfrica,andalltheouterisles,yetIwouldbelieveintheLordthouworshippest,andforthylabourIwillgivetheetreasureenough.IwassoproudinheartthatIthoughtnonemyequal,butnowhaveIencounteredwiththee,whohastgivenmemyfilloffighting;wherefore,Ipraythee,Sirknight,tellmeofthyself.
