¶ Capitulum lxvij

BVt sir Tristram was not soo soone come in to the pla∣ce but sire Gawayne and sir Galyhodyn wente to ky∣nge Arthur and told hym that same grene Knyʒte in the gre∣ne harneis with the whyte hors smote▪ vs two doune / and / vj / Page  [unnumbered] of oure felawes this same day / wel said Arthur / and then∣ne he called sir Tristram and asked hym what was his na∣me / Syre said sire Tristram ye shalle holde me excused as att this tyme / for ye shalle not wete my name / And there sir Tris¦tram retorned and rode his way / I haue merueylle said Ar∣thur that yonder knyght wille not telle me his name / but goo thow Gryflet le fyse de dieu / and praye hym to speke with me betwixe vs / Thenne sire Gryflet rode after hym and ouertoke hym / and said hym that kyng Arthur praid hym fo: to spe∣ke with hym secretely a parte / vpon this couenaunt said sir tris¦tram I wille speke with hym that I wille torne ageyne / soo that ye wille ensure me not to desyre to here my name / I shalle vndertake said sir Gryflet that he wille not gretely desyre hit of you / Soo they rode to gyders vntyl they cam to kyng Ar∣thur / Fair sir said Kynge Arthur what is the cause ye wylle not telle me your name / Syr said sir Tristram withoute a ca∣use I wille not hyde my name / vpon what party will ye hold said kynge Arthur / Truly my lord said sir Tristram I wote not yet on what party I wille be on vntil I come to the felde And there as my herte gyueth me / there wille I hold / but to morowe ye shalle see and preue on what party I shall come & there with al he retorned and wente to his pauelions / And vpon the morne they armed them alle in grene / and came in to the felde / and there yonge knyghtes beganne to Iuste and dyd many worshipful dedes / Thenne spacke Gareth vnto sire Tristram and praid hym to gyue hym leue to breke his spere for hym thoughte shame to bere his spere hole ageyne / whan sir Tristram herd hym say soo he lough / and sayd I pray yow doo your best / Thenne sir Gareth gate a spere and profered to Iuste / That sawe a knyght that was neuewe vnto the kynge of the honderd knyghtes / his name was Selyses and a good man of armes / Soo this knyght Selyses thenne dressid hym vnto sir Gareth / and they two mette to gyders soo hard / that eyther smote other doune hors and alle to the erthe / so they we¦re both brysed and hurte and there they lay tyl the Kyng with the honderd knyghtes halp Selyses vp / and syr Tristram and sir Palomydes halpe vp Gareth ageyne / and so they rode with sir Gareth vnto their pauelions / and thenne they pulled of his Page  [unnumbered] helme / And whanne la Beale Isoud sawe sire Gareth bry∣sed in the face / she asked hym what eyled hym / Madame sa∣id sire Gareth I had a grete buffet / and as I suppose I gaf another / but none of my felawes god thanke them wold not rescowe me / Forsothe said Palomydes hit longed not to none of vs as this daye to Iuste / for there haue not this day Iusted no preued knyghtes / and nede•y ye wold Iuste / And whan the other party sawe ye prof•red your self to Iuste / they sonte one to yow a passynge good knyght of his age / for I knowe hym wel his name is Selyses / and worshipfully ye met with hym / and neyther of yow are dishonoured / & therfor refresshe your self that ye may be redy and hole to Iuste to morowe / As for that said Gareth I shalle not fayle yow and I may bestryde myn hors /