The Boy's King Arthur: Sir Thomas Malory's History of King Arthur and His Knights of the Round TableMalory, Thomas, Sir
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The Boy's King Arthur: Sir Thomas Malory's History of King Arthur and His Knights of the Round Table
Malory, Thomas, Sir
Arthur, King -- Legends; Arthurian romances -- Adaptations; Folklore -- England; Knights and knighthood -- Folklore
And then they put their spears in the rests, and came together with
their horses as fast as they might run, and either smote other in the
midst of their shields, that both their horses' backs brast under
them, and the knights were both astonied, and as soon as they might
avoid their horses they took their shields afore them, and drew out
their swords, and came together eagerly, and either gave other many
strong strokes, for there might neither shields nor harness hold their
strokes. And so within a while they had both grimly wounds, and bled
passing grievously. Thus they fared two hours or more, trasing and
rasing [_feinting and thrusting_] either other where they might hit
any bare place. Then at the last they were breathless both, and stood
leaning on their swords.
"Now, fellow," said Sir Turquine, "hold thy hand awhile, 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
threescore and four, so thou wilt tell me thy name. And thou and I will
be fellows together, and never to fail the while that I live."
"It is well said," said Sir Launcelot, "but since it is so that I may
have thy friendship, what knight is he that thou so hatest above all
other?"
"Truly," said Sir Turquine, "his name is Launcelot du Lake, for he slew
my brother Sir Carados at the Dolorous Tower, which was one of the best
knights then living, and therefore him I except of all knights, for
and [_if_] I may once meet with him, that one of us shall make an end
of another, and do that I make a vow. And for Sir Launcelot's sake I
have slain an hundred good knights, and as many I have utterly maimed,
that never after they might help themselves, and many have died in my
prison, and yet I have threescore and four, and all shall be delivered,
so that thou wilt tell me thy name, and so it be 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 there should be between
us two mortal war; and now, sir knight, at thy request, I will that
thou wit and know that I am Sir Launcelot du Lake, King Ban's son of
Benwick, and knight of the Round Table. And now I defy thee do thy
best."
"Ah!" said Sir Turquine, "Launcelot, thou art unto me most welcome, as
ever was any knight, for we shall never depart till the one of us be
dead."
And then hurtled they together as two wild bulls, rashing and lashing
with their shields and swords, that sometime they fell both on their
noses. Thus they fought still two hours and more, and never would rest,
and Sir Turquine gave Sir Launcelot many wounds that all the ground
there as they fought was all besprinkled with blood.
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