Down the path I rode and cam eto the bottom of the valley. No chapel could I see but only the rugged cliff above me and high, desolate banks in the distance. But at length I saw under the dripping trees, a low green mound beside the rushing streams and I heard a sound as of a scythe upon a grindstone coming from a deep hollow in the mound. The Green Knight came out with a new, shining axe in his hand. He was as terrible as ever with his green face and his green hair as he strode down the bank and leapt over the wide stream. The Green Knight swung his axe round so that it whistled and aimed a terrible stroke with the sharp blade of it and try how he might, I flinched at the sound of it.