“Sir knight,” replied the other, whose name was Hantzlake of Wentland, “this lady got I, by my arms and prowess, at King Arthur’s court to-day.”

“That is false,” said King Pellinore; “ye stole the lady suddenly, and fled away with her, before any knight could arm to stay thee.  But it is my service to take her back again.  Neither of ye shall therefore have her; but if ye will fight for her, fight with me now and here.”

“Well,” said the knights, “make ready, and we will assail thee with all our might.”

Then Sir Hantzlake ran King Pellinore’s horse through with his sword, so that they might be all alike on foot.  But King Pellinore at that was passing wroth, and ran upon Sir Hantzlake, with a cry, “Keep well thy head!” and gave him such a stroke upon the helm as clove him to the chin, so that he fell dead to the ground.  When he saw that, the other knight refused to fight, and kneeling down said, “Take my cousin the lady with thee, as thy quest is; but as thou art a true knight, suffer her to come to neither shame nor harm.”

So the next day King Pellinore departed for Camelot, and took the lady with him; and as they rode in a valley full of rough stones, the damsel’s horse stumbled and threw her, so that her arms were sorely bruised and hurt.  And as they rested in the forest for the pain to lessen, night came on, and there they were compelled to make their lodging.  A little before midnight they heard the trotting of a horse.  “Be ye still,” said King Pellinore, “for now we may hear of some adventure,” and therewith he armed him.  Then he heard two knights meet and salute each other, in the dark; one riding from Camelot, the other from the north.

“What tidings at Camelot?” said one.

“By my head,” said the other, “I have but just left there, and have espied King Arthur’s court, and such a fellowship is there as never may be broke or overcome; for wellnigh all the chivalry of the world is there, and all full loyal to the king, and now I ride back homewards to the north to tell our chiefs, that they waste not their strength in wars against him.”

“As for all that,” replied the other knight, “I am but now from the north, and bear with me a remedy, the deadliest poison that ever was heard tell of, and to Camelot will I with it; for there we have a friend close to the king, and greatly cherished of him, who hath received gifts from us to poison him, as he hath promised soon to do.”

“Beware,” said the first knight, “of Merlin, for he knoweth all things, by the devil’s craft.”

“I will not fear for that,” replied the other, and so rode on his way.

Anon King Pellinore and the lady passed on again; and when they came to the well at which the lady with the wounded knight had sat, they found both knight and Damsel utterly devoured by lions and wild beasts, all save the lady’s head.

When King Pellinore saw that, he wept bitterly, saying, “Alas!  I might have saved her life had I but tarried a few moments in my quest.”