_How Sir Tor rode after the knight with the brachet, and of his
adventure by the way._
When Sir Tor was ready he mounted upon his horse’s back, and rode after
the knight with the brachet. So as he rode he met with a dwarf suddenly
that smote his horse on the head with a staff, that he went backward
his spear’s length. Why dost thou so? said Sir Tor. For thou shalt not
pass this way, but if thou just with yonder knights of the pavilions.
Then was Sir Tor ware where two pavilions were, and great spears stood
out, and two shields hung on trees by the pavilions. I may not tarry,
said Sir Tor, for I am in a quest that I must needs follow. Thou shalt
not pass, said the dwarf; and therewithal he blew his horn. Then there
came one armed on horseback, and dressed his shield, and came fast
toward Tor, and he dressed him against him, and so ran together that
Sir Tor bare him from his horse. And anon the knight yielded him to his
mercy: But, sir, I have a fellow in yonder pavilion that will have ado
with you anon. He shall be welcome, said Sir Tor. Then was he ware of
another knight coming with great force, and each of them dressed to
other that marvel it was to see: but the knight smote Sir Tor a great
stroke in the midst of the shield that his spear all to-shivered, and
Sir Tor smote him through the shield so low that it went through the
side of the knight, but the stroke slew him not. And therewith Sir Tor
alight and smote him on the helm a great stroke, and therewith the
knight yielded him, and besought him of mercy. I will well, said Sir
Tor; but thou and thy fellow must go unto king Arthur, and yield you
prisoners unto him. By whom shall we say are we thither sent? Ye shall
say by the knight that went in the quest of the knight that went with
the brachet. Now what be your two names? said Sir Tor. My name is, said
the one, Sir Felot of Langduk. And my name is, said the other, Sir
Petipase of Winchelsea. Now go ye forth, said Sir Tor, and God speed
you and me. Then came the dwarf and said unto Sir Tor: I pray you give
me a gift. I will well, said Sir Tor: ask. I ask no more, said the
dwarf, but that ye will suffer me to do you service, for I will serve
no more recreant knights. Take an horse, said Sir Tor, and ride on with
me. I wot ye ride after the knight with the white brachet, and I shall
bring you where he is, said the dwarf. And so they rode throughout a
forest, and at the last they were ware of two pavilions even by a
priory, with two shields, and the one shield was renewed with white,
and the other shield was red.