Part I is posted at http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/poems/105/poem_91282625.html
But yet .. The black armor was well-crafted far more resistant to arrow and mace than my battered gear, and before we left there I donned the black armor to face what we'd face
Between rose-hued aspen and black spruce, we passed then and poplars of autumn-bright gold up shadowy canyons, past stone crenelations toward peaks tipped with winter and stark barren cold.
The green knight seemed haloed with umbers and yellows as out of the shadows he rode. 'My brother!' He shouted, and then disconcerted he stopped. On his face the bewilderment showed.
'My good condotierri, how come you to wearing the armor of one noble-born?' Before I could answer, the lady said 'Please sir don't blame me. This soldier slew him yester-morn.
'He may have deserved it. I've often observed that my brother sought mayhem and strife. But yet, he was family, and honor demands me to seek to avenge take his slaughterer's life.
'I'm bound for the court of the king to report and to bring him this lady - his kin. 'I can't now delay. If you'll point me the way I will finish that task then return here again.'
'I'll see to the lady when I have dispatched ye deliver her safely to court. We'll meet as two champions, won't call our companions to fight by our sides but we'll vie à la mort.
We braced our bright lances, approached at fast canters then sped to a four-beated gait. His spear grazed my helm and almost overwhelmed me but mine hit him square on an iron armor plate.
The loud crash and clang filled the whole of my brain fairly dazed me though I kept my seat. And he hit the ground and lay still, not a sound maybe dead, maybe stunned but he lay in defeat.
'I say honor's fulfilled, even if no one's killed.' I dismounted. I cut his helm free and pulled it away from a face ashen-gray with its eyes rolled back white as he lolled lifelessly.
There I crouched without words, with my misericorde at his neck. Then I asked 'Do you yield? His eyes clenched. He gasped breath, I knew then that grim death had not claimed him. He nodded. 'Then let's leave the field.'
He winced when he breathed, and he'd broken his knee in the fall, and for now could not ride. But he'd heal, I believed, and I felt quite relieved that the Green Knight survived- (and I too had not died.)