So she rode on before Sir Geraint, and though she rode in silence yet her heart sank within her, for she said to herself, “Did ever any lady before me possess such a high-exalted and noble lord as this lord of mine?” [Sidenote: _Enid overhears the words of the five outlaws._] Now as Enid rode forward thus exulting she heard of a sudden the sound of voices talking together in the thickets near at hand. The one voice said to the other voices, “Look! hither cometh a beautiful damsel, leading seven good horses laden each with a noble suit of armor, and here is only one man in guard of all this train. Let us five make here an ambushment, and let us fall upon him from behind and from before. So we shall easily overcome him and obtain all those things for ourselves.” Then Enid said to herself, “It may be that my lord will do as he said, and will strike me with his sword in his haste if I disobey him for the third time by speaking to him. But what matters that? Rather would I die by his hands than suffer his anger without his love.” So she turned her horse and rode back to him and when she had come to him she said, “Lord, suffer me to speak to thee?” He said, “Did I not tell thee to speak to me no more?” She said, “Lord, this time I must speak to thee, for I cannot do otherwise.” He said, “So it appeareth. Well, then, say on!” [Sidenote: _She tells Sir Geraint what they say._] She said, “Lord, this is what I have to say, that ahead of thee are five men lying in ambushment against thee with intent to destroy thee.” Sir Geraint said, “Is this all that thou hast to say?” To which she replied, “Yea, Lord.” He said, “Abide here with thy horses for a little and suffer me to go forward alone, to clear thy path for thee.” So Enid abided at that place, and Sir Geraint rode forward into the ambushment that was prepared for him. So he reached that ambushment, and of a sudden there leaped all those five men out against him and about him. Then there followed a great and bitter fight betwixt Sir Geraint and those who thus assailed him. And sometimes he might be seen and at other times he might not be seen for the press that gathered about him. His sword flashed like lightning and at every blow he uttered a great and terrible cry of war, for the fury of battle was now fully upon him. At first there were five against him and then there were but four, then three, then two and at last only one who cried out in terror, “Spare me, Lord! For I yield myself to thee.” [Sidenote: _Sir Geraint slays the five men._] [Sidenote: _Enid leads the twelve horses._]