CHAP. XLI.

_How Sir Dinadan rescued a lady from Sir Breuse Sance Pité, and how Sir

Tristram received a shield of Morgan le Fay._

So as Sir Dinadan rode by a well, he found a lady making great dole.

What aileth you? said Sir Dinadan. Sir knight, said the lady, I am the

wofullest lady of the world, for within these five days here came a

knight called Sir Breuse Sance Pité, and he slew mine own brother, and

ever since he hath kept me at his own will, and of all men in the world

I hate him most. And therefore I require you of knighthood to avenge

me, for he will not tarry but be here anon. Let him come, said Sir

Dinadan, and because of honour of all women I will do my part. With

this came Sir Breuse, and when he saw a knight with his lady, he was

wood wroth. And then he said, Sir knight, keep thee from me. So they

hurled together as thunder, and either smote other passing sore. But

Sir Dinadan put him through the shoulder a grievous wound, and or ever

Sir Dinadan might turn him, Sir Breuse was gone and fled. Then the lady

prayed him to bring her to a castle there beside but four mile thence.

And so Sir Dinadan brought her there, and she was welcome, for the lord

of that castle was her uncle. And so Sir Dinadan rode his way upon his

adventure.

Now turn we this tale unto Sir Tristram, that by adventure he came to a

castle to ask lodging, wherein was queen Morgan le Fay. And so when Sir

Tristram was let into that castle he had good cheer all that night. And

upon the morn when he would have departed, the queen said, Wit ye well

ye shall not depart lightly, for ye are here as a prisoner. God defend,

said Sir Tristram, for I was but late a prisoner. Fair knight, said the

queen, ye shall abide with me till that I wit what ye are, and from

whence ye come. And ever the queen would set Sir Tristram on her side,

and her paramour on the other side, and ever queen Morgan would behold

Sir Tristram, and thereat the knight was jealous, and was in will

suddenly to have run upon Sir Tristram with a sword, but he left it for

shame. Then the queen said to Sir Tristram, Tell me thy name, and I

shall suffer you to depart when you will. Upon that covenant I tell you

my name is Sir Tristram de Liones. Ah, said Morgan le Fay, and I had

wist that thou shouldst not have departed so soon as thou shalt: but

sithen I have made a promise I will hold it, with that thou wilt

promise me to bear upon thee a shield that I shall deliver thee, unto

the castle of the Hard Rock, where king Arthur hath cried a great

tournament, and there I pray you that ye will be, and to do for me as

much deeds of arms as ye may do. For at that Castle of Maidens, Sir

Tristram, ye did marvellous deeds of arms as ever I heard knight do.

Madam, said Sir Tristram, let me see the shield that I shall bear. So

the shield was brought forth, and the shield was goldish, with a king

and a queen therein painted, and a knight standing above them, with one

foot upon the king’s head, and the other upon the queen’s. Madam, said

Sir Tristram, this is a fair shield and a mighty; but what signifieth

this king and this queen and that knight standing upon both their

heads. I shall tell you, said Morgan le Fay, it signifieth king Arthur

and queen Guenever, and a knight that holdeth them both in bondage and

servage. Who is that knight? said Sir Tristram. That shall ye not wit

as at this time, said the queen. But, as the French book saith, queen

Morgan loved Sir Launcelot best, and ever she desired him, and he would

never love her, nor do nothing at her request, and therefore she held

many knights together for to have taken him by strength. And because

she deemed that Sir Launcelot loved queen Guenever, and she him again,

therefore queen Morgan le Fay ordained that shield to put Sir Launcelot

to a rebuke, to that intent that king Arthur might understand the love

between them. Then Sir Tristram took that shield and promised her to

bear it at the tournament at the castle of the Hard Rock. But Sir

Tristram knew not that shield was ordained against Sir Launcelot, but

afterward he knew it.

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