When Sir Bors saw that he must fight with his brother or else to die,
he nist what to do; then his heart counselled him not thereto, inasmuch
as Lionel was born or he, wherefore he ought to bear him reverence; yet
kneeled he down afore Lionel’s horse’s feet, and said: Fair sweet
brother, have mercy upon me and slay me not, and have in remembrance
the great love which ought to be between us twain. What Sir Bors said
to Lionel he rought not, for the fiend had brought him in such a will
that he should slay him. Then when Lionel saw he would none other, and
that he would not have risen to give him battle, he rashed over him so
that he smote Bors with his horse, feet upward, to the earth, and hurt
him so sore that he swooned of distress, the which he felt in himself
to have died without confession. So when Lionel saw this, he alighted
off his horse to have smitten off his head. And so he took him by the
helm, and would have rent it from his head. Then came the hermit
running unto him, which was a good man and of great age, and well had
heard all the words that were between them, and so fell down upon Sir
Bors.
CHAPTER XV. How Sir Colgrevance fought against Sir Lionel for to save
Sir Bors, and how the hermit was slain.
Then he said to Lionel: Ah gentle knight, have mercy upon me and on thy
brother, for if thou slay him thou shalt be dead of sin, and that were
sorrowful, for he is one of the worthiest knights of the world, and of
the best conditions. So God help me, said Lionel, sir priest, but if ye
flee from him I shall slay you, and he shall never the sooner be quit.
Certes, said the good man, I have liefer ye slay me than him, for my
death shall not be great harm, not half so much as of his. Well, said
Lionel, I am greed; and set his hand to his sword and smote him so hard
that his head yede backward. Not for that he restrained him of his evil
will, but took his brother by the helm, and unlaced it to have stricken
off his head, and had slain him without fail. But so it happed,
Colgrevance a fellow of the Round Table, came at that time thither as
Our Lord’s will was. And when he saw the good man slain he marvelled
much what it might be. And then he beheld Lionel would have slain his
brother, and knew Sir Bors which he loved right well. Then stert he
down and took Lionel by the shoulders, and drew him strongly aback from
Bors, and said: Lionel, will ye slay your brother, the worthiest knight
of the world one? and that should no good man suffer. Why, said Lionel,
will ye let me? therefore if ye entermete you in this I shall slay you,
and him after. Why, said Colgrevance, is this sooth that ye will slay
him? Slay him will I, said he, whoso say the contrary, for he hath done
so much against me that he hath well deserved it. And so ran upon him,
and would have smitten him through the head, and Sir Colgrevance ran
betwixt them, and said: An ye be so hardy to do so more, we two shall
meddle together.
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