CHAP. IX.

_How king Mark, Sir Lamorak, and Sir Dinadan came to a castle, and how

king Mark was known there._

Then they rode forth all together, king Mark, Sir Lamorak, and Sir

Dinadan, till that they came unto a bridge. And at the end thereof

stood a fair tower. Then saw they a knight on horseback, well armed,

brandishing a spear, crying and proffering himself to just. Now, said

Sir Dinadan unto king Mark, yonder are two brethren, that one hight

Allein, and that other hight Trian, that will just with any that

passeth this passage. Now proffer yourself, said Dinadan to king Mark,

for ever ye be laid to the earth. Then king Mark was ashamed, and

therewith he feutred his spear, and hurtled to Sir Trian, and either

brake their spears all to pieces, and passed through anon. Then Sir

Trian sent king Mark another spear to just more; but in no wise he

would not just no more. Then they came to the castle, all three

knights, and they prayed the lord of the castle for harbour. Ye are

right welcome, said the knights of the castle, for the love of the lord

of this castle, the which hight Sir Tor le Fise Aries. And then they

came into a fair court, well repaired. And they had passing good cheer

till the lieutenant of this castle that hight Berluse espied king Mark

of Cornwall. Then said Berluse, Sir knight, I know you better than ye

ween, for ye are king Mark, that slew my father afore mine own eyes,

and me had ye slain had I not escaped into a wood; but wit ye well for

the love of my lord of this castle, I will neither hurt you ne harm

you, nor none of your fellowship. But wit ye well when ye are past this

lodging I shall hurt you and I may, for ye slew my father traitourly.

But first for the love of my lord Sir Tor, and for the love of Sir

Lamorak the honourable knight that here is lodged, ye shall have none

ill lodging. For it is pity that ever ye should be in the company of

good knights, for ye are the most villainous knight or king that is now

known on live; for ye are a destroyer of good knights, and all that ye

do is but treason.

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