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"Sir," saith she, "welcome may you be! Let who will make dole, I will make joy of your coming!" XII. Therewith the Damsel leadeth him into a tent and maketh him sit on a right rich couch; afterward she maketh him be disarmed of her two damsels and clad in a right rich robe. Then she leadeth him to the Queen of the Tents that was still making great dole. "Lady," saith the Damsel of the Car, "Stint your sorrow, for behold, here is the Good Knight on whose account were the tents here pitched, and on whose account no less have you been making this great joy right up to this very day!" "Ha," saith she, "Is this then the son of the Widow Lady?" "Yea, certes," saith the Damsel. "Ha," saith the Lady, "He hath slain me the best knight of all my kin, and the one that protected me from mine enemies." "Lady," saith the Damsel, "this one will be better able to protect and defend us, for the Best Knight is he of the world and the comeliest." The Queen taketh him by the hand and maketh him sit beside her. "Sir," saith she, "Howsoever the adventure may have befallen, my heart biddeth me make joy of your coming." "Lady," saith he, "Gramercy! Chaos would fain have slain me within his castle, and I defended myself to my power." The Queen looketh at him amidst his face, and is taken with a love of him so passing strong and fervent that she goeth nigh to fall upon him. "Sir," saith she, "and you will grant me your love, I will pardon you of all the death of Chaos the Red." "Lady," saith he, "your love am I right fain to deserve, and mine you