King Arthur and the Knights of the Round TableMalory, Thomas, Sir
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King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table
Malory, Thomas, Sir
Arthurian romances
And on the morrow, the damsel and Sir Beaumains took their leave of the
knight, and thanking him departed. Then they rode on their way till they
came to a great forest, through which flowed a river, and there was but
one passage over it, whereat stood two knights armed to hinder the way.
"Wilt thou match those two knights," said the damsel to Sir Beaumains,
"or return again?" "I would not return," said he, "though they were
six." Therewith he galloped into the water, and swam his horse into the
middle of the stream. And there, in the river, one of the knights met
him, and they brake their spears together, and then drew their swords,
and smote fiercely at each other. And at the last, Sir Beaumains struck
the other mightily upon the helm, so that he fell down stunned into the
water, and was drowned. Then Sir Beaumains spurred his horse on to the
land, where instantly the other knight fell on him. And they also brake
their spears upon each other, and then drew their swords, and fought
savagely and long together. And after many blows, Sir Beaumains clove
through the knight's skull down to the shoulders. Then rode Sir
Beaumains to the damsel, but ever she still scoffed at him, and said,
"Alas! that a kitchen page should chance to slay two such brave knights!
Thou deemest now that thou hast done a mighty deed, but it is not so;
for the first knight's horse stumbled, and thus was he drowned--not by
thy strength; and as for the second knight, thou wentest by chance
behind him, and didst kill him shamefully." "Damsel," said Sir
Beaumains, "say what ye list, I care not so I may win your lady; and
wouldst thou give me but fair language, all my care were past; for
whatsoever knights I meet, I fear them not." "Thou shalt see knights
that shall abate thy boast, base kitchen knave," replied she; "yet say I
this for thine advantage, for if thou followest me thou wilt be surely
slain, since I see all thou doest is but by chance, and not by thy own
prowess." "Well, damsel," said he, "say what ye will, wherever ye go I
will follow."
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