With that he driues at them with dreadfull might, xxxv Both in remembrance of his friends late harme, And in reuengement of his owne despight, So both together giue a new allarme, As if but now the battell wexed[82] warme. As when two greedy Wolues doe breake by force Into an heard, farre from the husband farme, They spoile and rauine without all remorse, So did these two through all the field their foes enforce. Fiercely they followd on their bolde emprize, xxxvi Till trumpets sound did warne them all to rest; Then all with one consent did yeeld the prize To _Triamond_ and _Cambell_ as the best. But _Triamond_ to _Cambell_ it relest. And _Cambell_ it to _Triamond_ transferd; Each labouring t’aduance the others gest, And make his praise before his owne preferd: So that the doome was to another day differd. The last day came, when all those knightes againe xxxvii Assembled were their deedes of armes to shew. Full many deedes that day were shewed plaine: But _Satyrane_ boue all the other crew, His wondrous worth declared in all mens view. For from the first he to the last endured, And though some while Fortune from him withdrew, Yet euermore his honour he recured, And with vnwearied powre his party still assured. Ne was there Knight that euer thought of armes, xxxviii But that his vtmost prowesse there made knowen, That by their many wounds, and carelesse harmes, By shiuered speares, and swords all vnder strowen, By scattered shields was easie to be showen. There might ye see loose steeds at randon ronne, Whose luckelesse riders late were ouerthrowen; And squiers make hast to helpe their Lords fordonne, But still the Knights of Maidenhead the better wonne. Till that there entred on the other side, xxxix A straunger knight, from whence no man could reed, In quyent disguise, full hard to be descride. For all his armour was like saluage weed, With woody mosse bedight, and all his steed With oaken leaues attrapt, that seemed fit For saluage wight, and thereto well agreed His word, which on his ragged shield was writ, _Saluagesse sans finesse_, shewing secret wit. He at his first incomming, charg’d his spere xl At him, that first appeared in his sight: That was to weet, the stout Sir _Sangliere_, Who well was knowen to be a valiant Knight, Approued oft in many a perlous fight. Him at the first encounter downe he smote, And ouerbore beyond his crouper quight, And after him another Knight, that hote Sir _Brianor_, so sore, that none him life behote.