Le Morte Darthur: Sir Thomas Malory's Book of King Arthur and his Noble; Knights of the Round TableMalory, Thomas, Sir
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Le Morte Darthur: Sir Thomas Malory's Book of King Arthur and his Noble; Knights of the Round Table
Malory, Thomas, Sir
Arthurian romances
And then Sir Marhaus perceived Sir Tristram, and said thus: Young
knight Sir Tristram, what doest thou here? Me sore repenteth of thy
courage, for wit thou well I have been assayed, and the best knights of
this land have been assayed of my hands, and also I have matched with
the best knights of the world, and therefore by my counsel return again
unto thy vessel. And fair knight, and well proved knight, said Sir
Tristram, thou shalt well wit I may not forsake thee in this quarrel,
for I am for thy sake made knight. And thou shalt well wit that I am a
king’s son, born of a queen, and such promise I have made at mine
uncle’s request and mine own seeking, that I shall fight with thee unto
the uttermost, and deliver Cornwall from the old truage. And also wit
thou well, Sir Marhaus, that this is the greatest cause that thou
couragest me to have ado with you, for thou art called one of the most
renowned knights of the world, and because of that noise and fame that
thou hast, thou givest me courage to have ado with thee, for never yet
was I proved with good knight; and since I took the order of knighthood
this day I am well pleased that I may have ado with so good a knight as
thou art. And now wit thou well, Sir Marhaus, that I cast me to get
worship on thy body, and if that I be not proved, I trust I shall be
worshipfully proved upon thy body, and to deliver the country of
Cornwall from all manner of truage from Ireland for ever. When Sir
Marhaus had heard him say what he would, he said then thus again: Fair
knight, since it is so that thou casteth to win worship of me, I let
thee wit worship mayest thou none lose by me if thou mayest stand me
three strokes, for I let thee wit for my noble deeds, proved and seen,
king Arthur made me knight of the Table Round. Then they began to
feuter their spears, and they met so fiercely together that they smote
either other down both horse and all. But Sir Marhaus smote Sir
Tristram a great wound in the side with his spear, and then they
avoided their horses, and pulled out their swords, and threw their
shields afore them, and then they lashed together as men that were wild
and courageous. And when they had stricken so together long, then they
left their strokes, and foined at their breathes and visors; and when
they saw that that might not prevail them, then they hurtled together
like rams to bear either other down. Thus they fought still more than
half a day, and either were wounded passing sore, that the blood ran
down freshly from them upon the ground. By then Sir Tristram waxed more
fresher than Sir Marhaus, and better winded and bigger, and with a
mighty stroke he smote Sir Marhaus upon the helm such a buffet, that it
went through his helm, and through the coif of steel, and through the
brain-pan, and the sword stuck so fast in the helm and in his brain-pan
that Sir Tristram pulled thrice at his sword or ever he might pull it
out from his head, and there Marhaus fell down on his knees, the edge
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