_How Sir Tristram took with him the shield, and also how he slew the
paramour of Morgan le Fay._
So then Sir Tristram took his leave of the queen, and took the shield
with him. Then came the knight that held queen Morgan le Fay, his name
was Sir Hemison, and he made him ready to follow Sir Tristram. Fair
friend, said Morgan, ride not after that knight, for ye shall win no
worship of him. Fie on him, coward, said Sir Hemison, for I wist never
good knight come out of Cornwall, but if it were Sir Tristram de
Liones. What and that be he, said she. Nay, nay, said he, he is with La
Beale Isoud, and this is but a daffish knight. Alas my fair friend, ye
shall find him the best knight that ever ye met withal, for I know him
better than ye do. For your sake, said Sir Hemison, I shall slay him.
Ah, fair friend, said the queen, me repenteth that ye will follow that
knight, for I fear me sore of your again coming. With this, this knight
rode his way wood wroth, and he rode after Sir Tristram as fast as he
had been chased with knights. When Sir Tristram heard a knight come
after him so fast, he returned about, and saw a knight coming against
him. And when he came nigh to Sir Tristram, he cried on high, Sir
knight, keep thee from me. Then they rushed together as it had been
thunder, and Sir Hemison bruised his spear upon Sir Tristram, but his
harness was so good that he might not hurt him. And Sir Tristram smote
him harder, and bare him through the body, and he fell over his horse
croup. Then Sir Tristram turned to have done more with his sword, but
he saw so much blood go from him, that him seemed he was likely to die;
and so he departed from him and came to a fair manor to an old knight,
and there Sir Tristram lodged.