CHAP. XIII.

_How Sir Palamides by adventure met king Mark flying, and how he

overthrew Dagonet and other knights._

So king Mark rode by fortune by a well in the way where stood a knight

errant on horseback armed at all points with a great spear in his hand.

And when he saw king Mark coming flying he said, Knight, return again

for shame, and stand with me, and I shall be thy warrant. Ah, fair

knight, said king Mark, let me pass, for yonder cometh after me the

best knight of the world, with the black bended shield. Fie for shame,

said the knight, he is none of the worthy knights. And if he were Sir

Launcelot or Sir Tristram I should not doubt to meet the better of them

both. When king Mark heard him say that word he turned his horse and

abode by him. And then that strong knight bare a spear to Dagonet, and

smote him so sore that he bare him over his horse tail, and nigh he had

broken his neck. And anon after him came Sir Brandiles, and when he saw

Dagonet have that fall he was passing wroth, and cried, Keep thee

knight! And so they hurtled together wonderous sore. But the knight

smote Sir Brandiles so sore that he went to the earth, horse and man.

Sir Uwaine came after and saw all this. Truly, said he, yonder is a

strong knight. And then they feutred their spears, and this knight came

so eagerly that he smote down Sir Uwaine. Then came Ozana with the

hardy heart, and he was smitten down. Now, said Sir Griflet, by my

counsel let us send to yonder errant knight, and wit whether he be of

Arthur’s court, for, as I deem, it is Sir Lamorak de Galis. So they

sent unto him, and prayed the strange knight to tell his name, and

whether he were of Arthur’s court or not. As for my name they shall not

wit, but tell them I am a knight errant as they are: and let them wit

that I am no knight of king Arthur’s court. And so the squire rode

again to them, and told them his answer of him. By my head, said Sir

Agravaine, he is one of the strongest knights that ever I saw, for he

hath overthrown three noble knights, and needs we must encounter with

him for shame. So Sir Agravaine feutred his spear, and that other was

ready, and smote him down over his horse to the earth. And in the same

wise he smote Sir Uwaine les Avoutres and also Sir Griflet. Then had he

served them all but Sir Dinadan, for he was behind, and Sir Mordred was

unarmed, and Dagonet had his harness. So when this was done this strong

knight rode on his way a soft pace, and king Mark rode after him

praising him much, but he would answer no words, but sighed wonderly

sore, hanging down his head, taking no heed to his words. Thus they

rode well a three mile English, and then this knight called to him a

varlet and bad him, Ride until yonder fair manor, and recommend me to

the lady of that castle and place, and pray her to send me refreshing

of good meats and drinks. And if she ask thee what I am, tell her that

I am the knight that followeth the glatisant beast,—that is in English

to say the questing beast. For that beast wheresoever he went he

quested with such a noise as it had been a thirty couple of hounds.

Then the varlet went his way, and came to the manor and saluted the

lady, and told her from whence he came. And when she understood that he

came from the knight that followed the questing beast, O sweet Lord

Jesu, she said, when shall I see that noble knight, my dear son

Palamides. Alas, will he not abide with me! And therewith she swooned

and wept and made passing great dole. And then all so soon as she might

she gave the varlet all that he asked. And the varlet returned unto Sir

Palamides, for he was a varlet of king Mark. And as soon as he came he

told the knight’s name was Sir Palamides. I am well pleased, said king

Mark, but hold thee still and say nothing. Then they alight, and set

them down and reposed them awhile. Anon withal king Mark fell on sleep.

When Sir Palamides found him sound asleep he took his horse and rode

his way, and said to them, I will not be in the company of a sleeping

knight. And so he rode forth a great pace.

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