an ugly word; for your honour bethink ye of what ye have said in the hearing of all who be here within."
"Gawain," answered the king, "'tis no empty word, thus of a truth do I repeat it, and Ywain may well take heed and know that I thought of him but now, when I sat silent and pensive, here within have I not one single comrade whom I do not accuse of treason and too great felony!"
With that I know not how many sprang to their feet, and a great clamour filled the hall. "Lords," cried Tor fis Ares, "I conjure ye by the oath which ye and I alike sware to king Arthur that ye restrain yourselves, and act as is befitting; he accuses ye all of treason these be right evil tidings!" In like wise also spake Sir Ywain. "Ah God," quoth Sir Gawain, "with what joy was all this great court summoned and assembled, and in what grief shall it be broken up!"
The king heard, and, sighing, spake, "Gawain, I have spoken but the truth!"
"Fair Sire, for the love of God, and for honesty, tell us after what manner and in what fashion we be felon and traitorous?"
Quoth the king, "An ye will I will tell ye; now hearken. Ye know of a truth that
