Then at the last they were breathless both, and stood leaning on their
swords. Now fellow, said Sir Turquine, hold thy hand a while, and tell
me what I shall ask thee. Say on. Then Turquine said, Thou art the
biggest man that ever I met withal, and the best breathed, and like one
knight that I hate above all other knights; so be it that thou be not
he I will lightly accord with thee, and for thy love I will deliver all
the prisoners that I have, that is three score and four, so thou wilt
tell me thy name. And thou and I we will be fellows together, and never
to fail thee while that I live. It is well said, said Sir Launcelot,
but sithen it is so that I may have thy friendship, what knight is he
that thou so hatest above all other? Faithfully, said Sir Turquine, his
name is Sir Launcelot du Lake, for he slew my brother, Sir Carados, at
the dolorous tower, that was one of the best knights alive; and
therefore him I except of all knights, for may I once meet with him,
the one of us shall make an end of other, I make mine avow. And for Sir
Launcelot’s sake I have slain an hundred good knights, and as many I
have maimed all utterly that they might never after help themselves,
and many have died in prison, and yet have I three score and four, and
all shall be delivered so thou wilt tell me thy name, so be it that
thou be not Sir Launcelot.
Now, see I well, said Sir Launcelot, that such a man I might be, I
might have peace, and such a man I might be, that there should be war
mortal betwixt us. And now, sir knight, at thy request I will that thou
wit and know that I am Launcelot du Lake, King Ban’s son of Benwick,
and very knight of the Table Round. And now I defy thee, and do thy
best. Ah, said Turquine, Launcelot, thou art unto me most welcome that
ever was knight, for we shall never depart till the one of us be dead.
Then they hurtled together as two wild bulls rushing and lashing with
their shields and swords, that sometime they fell both over their
noses. Thus they fought still two hours and more, and never would have
rest, and Sir Turquine gave Sir Launcelot many wounds that all the
ground thereas they fought was all bespeckled with blood.
CHAPTER IX. How Sir Turquine was slain, and how Sir Launcelot bade Sir
Gaheris deliver all the prisoners.
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