And it came to pass, that on his way he entered a great wood.

And as he went through the wood, he heard a sobbing and a crying in the wood.

And he said to himself, "Verily, here is some one wronged and lamenteth greatly! I will go and help." So about he rode searchingly, until he came to the place whither he was led.

And there, at the foot of a great oak, he found an old woman in a gray cloak, with her face in her hands, and weeping right on, neither ceased she for the space of a sigh.

"What aileth thee, good mother ?" he said.
"I am not good, and I am not thy mother," she answered, and began again to weep.
"Ah!" thought the knight, "here is one woman that loveth the truth, for she speaks the truth, and would not that aught but the truth be spoken!"-- "Howcan I help thee, woman," he said then, "although in truth thou art not my mother, and I may not call thee good ?" "By taking thyself from me," she answered.
"Then will I ride on my way," said the knight, and turning, rode on his way.