_How Sir Palamides complained by a well, and how Epinogris came and
found him, and of their both sorrows._
Now leave we of this matter, and speak we of Sir Palamides that rode
and lodged him with the two kings, whereof the kings were heavy. Then
the king of Ireland sent a man of his to Sir Palamides, and gave him a
great courser. And the king of Scotland gave him great gifts, and fain
they would have had Sir Palamides to have abiden with them, but in no
wise he would abide, and so he departed and rode as adventures would
guide him, till it was nigh noon. And then in a forest by a well Sir
Palamides saw where lay a fair wounded knight, and his horse bound by
him, and that knight made the greatest dole that ever he heard man
make, for ever he wept and sighed as though he would die. Then Sir
Palamides rode near him, and saluted him mildly and said, Fair knight,
why wail ye so? let me lie down and wail with you, for doubt ye not I
am much more heavier than ye are; for I dare say, said Palamides, that
my sorrow is an hundred fold more than yours is, and therefore let us
complain either to other. First, said the wounded knight, I require you
tell me your name, for and thou be none of the noble knights of the
Round Table thou shalt never know my name, whatsoever come of me. Fair
knight, said Palamides, such as I am, be it better or be it worse, wit
thou well that my name is Sir Palamides, son and heir unto king
Astlabor, and Sir Safere and Sir Segwarides are my two brethren, and
wit thou well as for myself I was never christened, but my two brethren
are truly christened. Oh noble knight, said that knight, well is me
that I have met with you, and wit ye well my name is Epinogris, the
king’s son of Northumberland. Now sit down, said Epinogris, and let us
either complain to other. Then Sir Palamides began his complaint. Now
shall I tell you, said Palamides, what woe I endure. I love the fairest
queen and lady that ever bare life, and wit ye well her name is La
Beale Isoud, king Mark’s wife of Cornwall. That is great folly, said
Sir Epinogris, for to love queen Isoud, for one of the best knights of
the world loveth her, that is Sir Tristram de Liones. That is truth,
said Palamides, for no man knoweth that matter better than I do, for I
have been in Sir Tristram’s fellowship this month, and with La Beale
Isoud together; and alas, said Palamides, unhappy man that I am, now
have I lost the fellowship of Sir Tristram for ever, and the love of La
Beale Isoud for ever, and I am never like to see her more, and Sir
Tristram and I be either to other mortal enemies. Well, said Epinogris,
sith that ye loved La Beale Isoud, loved she you ever again, by
anything that ye could think or wit? Nay, by my knighthood, said
Palamides, I never espied that ever she loved me more than all the
world. But the last day she gave me the greatest rebuke that ever I
had, the which shall never go from my heart, and yet I well deserved
that rebuke, for I had not done knightly, and therefore I have lost the
love of her and of Sir Tristram for ever. And I have many times
enforced myself to do many deeds for La Beale Isoud’s sake, and she was
the causer of my worship winning. Alas, said Sir Palamides, now have I
lost all the worship that ever I wan, for never shall me befal such
prowess as I had in the fellowship of Sir Tristram.