CHAP. LXXVII.

_How Sir Tristram departed with La Beale Isoud, and how Palamides

followed and excused him._

Then they blew unto lodging, and queen Isoud was led unto her

pavilions. But wit you well she was wroth out of measure with Sir

Palamides, for she saw all his treason from the beginning to the

ending. And all this while neither Sir Tristram, neither Sir Gareth,

nor Dinadan, knew not of the treason of Sir Palamides. But afterward ye

shall hear that there befel the greatest debate betwixt Sir Tristram

and Sir Palamides that might be. So when the tournament was done, Sir

Tristram, Gareth, and Dinadan rode with La Beale Isoud to these

pavilions. And ever Sir Palamides rode with them in their company

disguised as he was. But when Sir Tristram had espied him, that he was

the same knight with the shield of silver that held him so hot that

day, Sir knight, said Sir Tristram, wit you well here is none that hath

need of your fellowship, and therefore I pray you depart from us. Sir

Palamides answered again, as though he had not known Sir Tristram, Wit

ye well, sir knight, from this fellowship will I never depart, for one

of the best knights of the world commanded me to be in this company,

and till he discharge me of my service I will not be discharged. By

that Sir Tristram knew that it was Sir Palamides. Ah Sir Palamides,

said the noble knight Sir Tristram, are ye such a knight? Ye have been

named wrong, for ye have long been called a gentle knight, and as this

day ye have shewed me great ungentleness, for ye had almost brought me

unto my death. But as for you I suppose I should have done well enough,

but Sir Launcelot with you was overmuch, for I know no knight living

but Sir Launcelot is over good for him, and he will do his uttermost.

Alas, said Sir Palamides, are ye my lord Sir Tristram? Yea, sir, and

that ye know well enough. By my knighthood, said Palamides, until now I

knew you not, for I wend that ye had been the king of Ireland, for well

I wot that ye bare his arms. His arms I bare, said Sir Tristram, and

that will I stand by, for I won them once in a field of a full noble

knight, his name was Sir Marhaus, and with great pain I won that

knight, for there was none other recover, but Sir Marhaus died through

false leeches, and yet was he never yielden to me. Sir, said Palamides,

I wend ye had been turned upon Sir Launcelot’s party, and that caused

me to turn. Ye say well, said Sir Tristram, and so I take you, and I

forgive you. So then they rode into their pavilions, and when they were

alight they unarmed them, and washed their faces and hands, and so went

to meat, and were set at their table. But when Isoud saw Sir Palamides

she changed then her colours, and for wrath she might not speak. Anon

Sir Tristram espied her countenance, and said, Madam, for what cause

make ye us such cheer? we have been sore travailed this day. Mine own

lord, said La Beale Isoud, be ye not displeased with me, for I may none

otherwise do, for I saw this day how ye were betrayed, and nigh brought

to your death. Truly, sir, I saw every deal, how, and in what wise; and

therefore, sir, how should I suffer in your presence such a felon and

traitor as Sir Palamides. For I saw him with mine eyes how he beheld

you when ye went out of the field. For ever he hoved still upon his

horse till he saw you come in againward. And then forthwithal I saw him

ride to the hurt knight, and change harness with him, and then straight

I saw him how he rode into the field. And anon as he had found you he

encountered with you, and thus wilfully Sir Palamides did battle with

you, and as for him, sir, I was not greatly afeard, but I dread sore

Launcelot, that knew you not. Madam, said Palamides, ye may say what so

ye will, I may not contrary you, but by my knighthood I knew not Sir

Tristram. Sir Palamides, said Sir Tristram, I will take your excuse,

but well I wot ye spared me but little, but all is pardoned on my part.

Then La Beale Isoud held down her head, and said no more at that time.

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