CHAP. XXX.

_How Palamides demanded queen Isoud, and how Lambegus rode after to

rescue her, and of the escape of Isoud._

Sir, said Palamides, I promised your queen Isoud to bring again dame

Bragwaine that she had lost, upon this covenant, that she should grant

me a boon that I would ask, and without grudging other advisement she

granted me. What say ye, my lady? said the king. It is truly as he

saith, said the queen, to say the sooth I promised him his asking for

love and joy that I had to see her. Well madam, said the king, and if

ye were hasty to grant him what boon he would ask, I will well that ye

perform your promise. Then said Sir Palamides, I will that ye wit that

I will have your queen to lead her and govern her where as me list.

Therewith the king stood still, and bethought him of Sir Tristram, and

deemed that he would rescue her. And then hastily the king answered,

Take her with the adventures that shall fall of it, for Sir Palamides

as I suppose thou wilt not keep her no while. As for that, said Sir

Palamides, I dare right well abide the adventure. And so to make short

tale, Sir Palamides took her by the hand and said, Madam, grudge not to

go with me, for I desire nothing but your own promise. As for that,

said the queen, I fear not greatly to go with thee, howbeit thou hast

me at advantage upon my promise. For I doubt not I shall be

worshipfully rescued from thee. As for that, said Sir Palamides, be it

as it be may. So queen Isoud was set behind Palamides, and rode his

way. Anon the king sent after Sir Tristram, but in no wise he could be

found, for he was in the forest an hunting; for that was always his

custom, but if he used arms, to chase and to hunt in the forests. Alas,

said the king, now I am shamed for ever, that by mine own assent my

lady and my queen shall be devoured. Then came forth a knight, his name

was Lambegus, and he was a knight of Sir Tristram. My lord, said this

knight, sith ye have trust in my lord Sir Tristram, wit ye well for his

sake I will ride after your queen and rescue her, or else I shall be

beaten. Gramercy, said the king, and I live, Sir Lambegus, I shall

deserve it. And then Sir Lambegus armed him, and rode after as fast as

he might. And then within awhile he overtook Sir Palamides: and then

Sir Palamides left the queen. What art thou? said Sir Palamides, art

thou Tristram? Nay, he said, I am his servant, and my name is Sir

Lambegus. That me repenteth, said Sir Palamides, I had lever thou hadst

been Sir Tristram. I believe you well, said Sir Lambegus, but when thou

meetest with Sir Tristram thou shalt have thy hands full. And then they

hurtled together and all to-brast their spears, and then they pulled

out their swords and hewed on helms and hauberks. At the last Sir

Palamides gave Sir Lambegus such a wound that he fell down like a dead

knight to the earth. Then he looked after La Beale Isoud, and then she

was gone he nist where. Wit ye well Sir Palamides was never so heavy.

So the queen ran into the forest, and there she found a well, and

therein she had thought to have drowned herself. And as good fortune

would, there came a knight to her that had a castle thereby, his name

was Sir Adtherp. And when he found the queen in that mischief he

rescued her, and brought her to his castle. And when he wist what she

was, he armed him and took his horse, and said he would be avenged upon

Palamides, and so he rode till he met with him, and there Sir Palamides

wounded him sore, and by force he made him to tell him the cause why he

did battle with him, and how he had led the queen unto his castle. Now

bring me there, said Palamides, or thou shalt die of my hands. Sir,

said Sir Adtherp, I am so wounded I may not follow, but ride you this

way, and it shall bring you into my castle, and there within is the

queen. And then Sir Palamides rode still till he came to the castle,

and at a window La Beale Isoud saw Sir Palamides, then she made the

gates to be shut strongly. And when he saw he might not come within the

castle, he put off his bridle and his saddle, and put his horse to

pasture, and set himself down at the gate like a man that was out of

his wit that recked not of himself.

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