Pelleas the Stupid At nine o'clock the next morning, after a pleasant evening spent with Sir Carados's family, Gawain and Terence arrived at Sir Pelleas's Dalinbrook Castle. The gate was open, and a few servants stood around, listlessly sweeping the path. "Seems he's not home yet," Gawain said. They waited outside the gate for about twenty minutes before Sir Pelleas arrived, carrying his helm on his saddle. His armor was dusty and stained, and his face drawn and weary. When he saw Gawain and Terence, though, he stopped abruptly, looked almost pleased, replaced his helm, and readied his lance. "Sir Pelleas!" Gawain called. "Make ready for battle, recreant knight!" Sir Pelleas shouted back. "I'm not a recreant knight, and I won't make ready for battle!" Gawain replied promptly. "I beg your pardon?" Sir Pelleas raised his visor and looked at Gawain, puzzled. "And I'm not from Lady Ettard," Gawain added. "Oh, I see." Sir Pelleas drooped. "Well, what do you want, then?" "I'm a wandering knight in search of adventures.
