So they all take counsel, and the most reasonable
and sensible agree on this, it seems: to go to the passage of the
water-bridge, which is close by, to see if they can find my lord
Gawain in wood or plain, and then with his advice search for
Lancelot. Upon this plan they all agree without dissension.
Toward the water-bridge they go, and as soon as they reach the
bridge, they see my lord Gawain overturned and fallen from the
bridge into the stream which is very deep. One moment he rises,
and the next he sinks; one moment they see him, and the next they
lose him from sight. They make such efforts that they succeed in
raising him with branches, poles and hooks. He had nothing but
his hauberk on his back, and on his head was fixed his helmet,
which was worth ten of the common sort, and he wore his iron
greaves, which were all rusty with his sweat, for he had endured
great trials, and had passed victoriously through many perils and
assaults. His lance, his shield, and horse were all behind on
the other bank. Those who have rescued him do not believe he is
alive. For his body was full of water, and until he got rid of
it, they did not hear him speak a word. But when his speech and
voice and the passageway to his heart are free, and as soon, as
what he said could be heard and understood, he tried to speak he
inquired at once for the Queen, whether those present had any
news of her.
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