_How there was a party made of an hundred knights against an hundred
knights, and of other matters._
Then king Arthur made a party of hundred knights to be against an
hundred knights. And so, upon the morn, they justed for a diamond; but
there justed none of the dangerous knights; and so, for to shorten this
tale, Sir Urre and Sir Lavaine justed best that day, for there was none
of them but he overthrew and pulled down thirty knights; and then, by
the assent of all the kings and lords, Sir Urre and Sir Lavaine were
made knights of the Table Round. And Sir Lavaine cast his love to dame
Felelolie, Sir Urre’s sister, and then they were wedded together with
great joy, and king Arthur gave to every each of them a barony of
lands. And this Sir Urre would never go from Sir Launcelot, but he, and
Sir Lavaine, awaited evermore upon him; and they were in all the court
accounted for good knights, and full desirous in arms; and many noble
deeds they did, for they would have no rest, but ever sought
adventures. Thus they lived in the court, with great nobleness and joy,
long time. But every night and day Sir Agravaine, Sir Gawaine’s
brother, awaited queen Guenever and Sir Launcelot du Lake, to put them
to a rebuke and shame. And so leave I here of this tale, and overskip
great books of Sir Launcelot du Lake, what great adventures he did when
he was called Le Chevaler du Chariot. For, as the French book saith,
because of despite that knights and ladies called him the knight that
rode in the chariot, as he were judged to the gallows; therefore, in
despite of all them that named him so, he was carried in a chariot a
twelve month, for but little after that he had slain Sir Meliagrance in
the queen’s quarrel, he never in a twelve month came on horseback. And,
as the French book saith, he did that twelve month more than forty
battles. And because I have lost the very matter of Le Chevaler du
Chariot, I depart from the tale of Sir Launcelot, and here I go unto
the Morte of king Arthur, and that caused Sir Agravaine.
Explicit liber xix.
And here after foloweth the moost pytous history of the morte of
kynge Arthur, the whiche is the xx. book.
The Twentieth Book.