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
Then at last Sir Turquine waxed very faint, and gave somewhat back, and
bare his shield full low for weariness. That soon espied Sir Launcelot,
and then leaped upon him fiercely as a lion, and got him by the banner
of his helmet, and so he plucked him down on his knees, and anon he
rased [_tore off_] his helm, and then he smote his neck asunder.
* * * * *
So on the third day he rode over a long bridge, and there started
upon him suddenly a passing foul churl, and he smote his horse on the
nose that he turned about, and asked him why he rode over that bridge
without his license.
"Why should I not ride this way?" said Sir Launcelot. "I may not ride
beside."
"Thou shalt not choose," said the churl, and lashed at him with a great
club shod with iron. Then Sir Launcelot drew a sword, and put the
stroke aback, and clave his head unto the breast. At the end of the
bridge was a fair village, and all the people men and women cried on
Sir Launcelot, and said, "A worse deed didst thou never for thyself,
for thou hast slain the chief porter of our castle."
Sir Launcelot let them say what they would, and straight he went into
the castle; and when he came into the castle he alighted, and tied his
horse to a ring on the wall; and there he saw a fair green court, and
thither he dressed himself, for there him thought was a fair place to
fight in. So he looked about, and saw much people in doors and windows,
that said, "Fair knight, thou art unhappy."
Anon withal came there upon him two great giants, well armed all save
the heads, with two horrible clubs in their hands. Sir Launcelot put
his shield afore him, and put the stroke away of the one giant, and
with his sword he clave his head asunder. When his fellow saw that, he
ran away as he were wood [_crazy_], for fear of the horrible strokes,
and Sir Launcelot after him with all his might, and smote him on the
shoulder, and clave him to the middle. Then Sir Launcelot went into the
hall, and there came afore him threescore ladies and damsels, and all
kneeled unto him, and thanked God and him of their deliverance.
"For, sir," said they, "the most part of us have been here this seven
year their prisoners, and we have worked all manner of silk works for
our meat, and we are all great gentlewomen born, and blessed be the
time, knight, that ever thou wert born; for thou hast done the most
worship that ever did knight in the world, that will we bear record,
and we all pray you to tell us your name, that we may tell our friends
who delivered us out of prison."
"Fair damsels," he said, "my name is Sir Launcelot du Lake."
"Ah, sir," said they all, "well mayest thou be he, for else save
yourself, as we deemed, there might never knight have the better of
these two giants, for many fair knights have assayed it, and here have
ended, and many times have we wished after you, and these two giants
dread never knight but you."
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