The Tournament At Lonazep

When Palamides learned that Tristram was not at Lonazep, he tarried not

there, but crossed the Humber, and sought him at Joyous Gard. Here he

found lodgings in the town, and word was quickly brought to Tristram

that a knight-errant had come.



"What manner of man is he? and what sign does he bear?" he asked.



The messenger described his armor and appearance.



"That is Palamides," s id Dinadan. "The brave fellow is already back,

and victorious, I doubt not."



"It looks that way, indeed. Go and bid him welcome to Joyous Gard," said

Tristram.



So Dinadan went to Palamides, and joyfully greeted him, listening

eagerly to the story of his exploits, and congratulating him on his

signal success. He remained with him that night, and in the morning they

were visited by Tristram and Gareth before they had arisen.



Many were the warm congratulations which Tristram gave Palamides on his

noble achievement, and after they had breakfasted he invited him to ride

into the fields and woods, that they might repose under the cool shelter

of the forest. Here they alighted by a refreshing spring, and as they

sat conversing an armed knight came riding towards them.



"Who are those knights that are lodged in Joyous Gard?" he asked.



"That I cannot say," answered Tristram.



"At any rate you can tell me who you are. You are not knights-errant, I

fancy, since you ride unarmed."



"Whether we be or no, we prefer not to tell our names."



"You are not courteous, sir knight, and this is the way I pay

discourtesy," said the stranger. "Guard yourself, or you shall die by

my hands."



Then, spear in hand, he rode on Sir Tristram, with brutal intent to run

him through. But Palamides sprang up hastily, and smote the knight's

horse so fierce a blow with his clinched fist that horse and man fell

together to the earth. He then drew his sword to slay him.



"Let the dog go," said Tristram. "He is but a fool, and it were a shame

to slay him for his folly. Take the fellow's spear from him, though. It

is a weapon he has not learned the use of."



The knight rose groaning, and when he had regained his saddle he again

requested their names.



"My name is Tristram de Lyonesse, and this knight's name is Palamides.

Would you know more?"



"No, by my faith!" cried the other, and, hastily putting spurs to his

horse, he rode away as fast as the animal would carry him.



Hardly had he gone when a knight, who bore a bended shield of azure,

came riding up at a furious gallop.



"My fair sirs," he asked, "has a knight passed here bearing a shield

with a case of red over it?"



"Yes. We but now had some trouble with such a fellow. Who is he?"



"And you let him escape? That was ill-advised, fair sirs. He is the

falsest rogue and the greatest foe to knights-errant living. His name is

Breuse Sans Pite."



"And I had him under my sword!" cried Palamides. "Fool I was to let him

go."



"If I overtake him there will be another story to tell," answered the

knight, as he spurred onward on the track of the fugitive.



Then the four friends mounted and rode leisurely back towards Joyous

Gard, much conversing as they went. When they reached the castle

Palamides wished not to enter, but Tristram insisted on it, and, taking

him by the hand, led him in.



When Palamides saw La Belle Isolde, whom he had not met for years, but

for whom his love burned as warmly as ever, he was so ravished with joy

that he could scarcely speak. And when they were at dinner he could not

eat a morsel, but sat like a dumb man, scarcely venturing to raise his

eyes to Isolde's lovely countenance.



Poorly he slept that night, and with many dreams of her he loved. When

morning broke they all prepared to ride to Lonazep. Tristram took with

him three squires, and Queen Isolde had three gentlewomen, all attired

with great richness. These, with the other knights and their squires,

and valets to bear their shields and spears, formed their train.



Not far had they gone before they saw on the road before them a group of

knights. Chief of these was the knight Galihodin, who was attended by

twenty companions.



"Fair fellows," said Galihodin, "yonder come four knights escorting a

richly-attired lady. What say you? shall we take her from them?"



"That is not the best counsel," said one.



"At any rate, it is my counsel," answered Galihodin. "We shall show them

that we have the right of the road." And he sent a squire to them,

asking them if they would joust, or else lose their lady.



"We are but four," said Tristram. "Tell your lord to come with three of

his comrades, and win her if he can."



"Let me have this joust," said Palamides. "I will undertake them all

four."



"As you will," said Tristram. "Go tell your lord that this one knight

will encounter him and any three of his fellows."



The squire departed with his challenge, and in a trice Galihodin came

riding forward spear in rest. Palamides encountered him in mid career,

and smote him so hard a blow that he had a terrible fall to the earth,

and his horse with him. His three comrades were served in the same

summary manner, while Palamides still bore an unbroken spear. At this

unlooked-for result six knights rode out from the opposite party with

purpose of revenge on the victor.



"Hold your hands," cried Galihodin. "Let not one of you touch this noble

knight, who has proved himself a man of worth. And I doubt if the whole

of you could handle him."



When Palamides saw that the field was yielded to him he rode back to Sir

Tristram.



"Well and worshipfully have you done," said Tristram. "No man could have

surpassed you."



Onward they rode again, and in a little while after met four knights in

the highway, with spears in rest. These were Gawaine and three

companions. This joust also Tristram gave to Palamides, and he served

these four as he had served the others, leaving them all unhorsed in

the road. For the presence of La Belle Isolde gave the strength of ten

men to the arm of her lover, the Saracen.



They now continued their route without molestation, and in good time

reached the spot where Tristram had ordered his pavilions to be set up.

Here were now many more pavilions than they had seen on their previous

visit, and a great array of knights, who had been gathering for many

days, for far and wide had spread the news of the great tournament.



Leaving Palamides and Gareth at the pavilions with Queen Isolde,

Tristram and Dinadan rode to Lonazep to learn what was afoot, Tristram

riding on the Saracen knight's white horse. As they came into the castle

the sound of a great bugle-blast met their ears, and many knights

crowded forward.



"What means the blast?" asked Tristram.



"Sir," answered a knight, "it comes from the party who hold against King

Arthur at this tournament. These are the kings of Ireland, of Surluse,

of Listinoise, of Northumberland, of North Wales, and of other

countries. They are calling a council to decide how they shall be

governed in the lists."



Tristram thereupon followed them to their council, and listened to the

debate. He then sought his horse again, and rode by where King Arthur

stood surrounded by a press of knights. Among those were Galihodin and

Gawaine, who said to the king: "That knight in the green harness, with

the white horse, is a man of might, whoever he be. To-day he overthrew

us both, with six of our fellows."



"Who can he be?" said the king, and he called Tristram to him, and

requested to know his name.



"I beg pardon, my liege lord," answered Tristram, "and pray that you

will hold me excused from revealing my name at this time," and he turned

his horse and rode away.



"Go after him, Sir Griflet," said the king. "Tell him that I wish to

speak with him apart."



Griflet rode to Tristram and told him the king's wish, and the two

returned in company.



"Fair sir," said the king, "what is the cause that you withhold your

name?"



"I have an excellent reason, but beg that you will not press me for it."



"With which party do you hold?"



"Truly, my lord, that I cannot say. Where my heart draws or my fancy

bids I will go. To-morrow you shall see which side I take. To-day I know

not myself."



Leaving the king, he rode back to where his pavilions were set. When the

morning dawned he and his three companions armed themselves all in green

and rode to the lists. Here young knights had begun to joust, and,

seeing this, Gareth asked leave of Tristram to break a spear.



"Go in and do your best if you care to play with beginners," said

Tristram, laughing.



But Gareth found himself encountered by a nephew of the king with the

hundred knights, who had some of his uncle's tough fibre, and both got

ugly falls, and lay on the ground till they were helped up by their

friends. Then Tristram and Palamides rode with Gareth back to the

pavilions, where they removed their helmets. When Isolde saw Gareth all

bruised in the face, she asked him what ailed him.



"Madam, I had a hard buffet, and gave another, but none of my fellows

would rescue me."



"Only unproved knights are yet in the field," said Palamides. "The man

that met you, though, was a strong and well-trained knight, Sir Selises

by name, so you have no dishonor. Rest here and get yourself in

condition for to-morrow's work."



"I shall not fail you if I can bestride my horse," said Gareth.



"What party is it best for us to join to-morrow?" asked Tristram.



"Against King Arthur, is my advice," said Palamides. "Lancelot and many

other good men will be on his side, and the more men of prowess we meet

the more honor we will win."



"Well and knightly spoken," said Tristram. "Hard blows is what we court.

Your counsel is well given."



"So think we all," said the others.



On the morrow, when day had broken, they arrayed themselves in green

trappings, with shields and spears of green, while Isolde and her three

damsels wore dresses of the same color. For the ladies Tristram found

seats in a bay window of a priory which overlooked the field, and from

which they could see all that took place. This done, they rode straight

to the party of the king of Scots.



When Arthur saw this he asked Lancelot who were these knights and the

queenly lady who came with them.



"That I cannot say for certain. Yet if Tristram and Palamides be in this

country then it is they and La Belle Isolde."



Then Arthur turned to Kay and said,--



"Go to the hall and see how many Knights of the Round Table are missing,

and bring me word."



Kay did so, and found by the roll of knights that ten were

wanting,--Tristram, Dinadan, and eight others.



"Then I dare say," remarked Arthur, "that some of these are here to-day

against us."



The tournament began with a combat in which two knights, cousins to

Gawaine, named Sir Edward and Sir Sadok, rode against the king of Scots

and the king of North Wales and overthrew them both. This Palamides saw,

and in return he spurred upon these victorious knights and hurled both

of them from their saddles.



"What knight is that in green?" asked Arthur. "He is a mighty jouster."



"You will see him do better yet," said Gawaine. "It was he that unhorsed

me and seven others two days ago."



As they stood talking Tristram rode into the lists on a black horse, and

within a few minutes he smote down four knights of Orkney, while Gareth

and Dinadan each unhorsed a good knight.



"Yonder is another fellow of marvellous arm," said Arthur; "that green

knight on the black horse."



"He has not begun his work yet," said Gawaine. "It is plain that he is

no common man."



And so it proved, for Sir Tristram pushed fiercely into the press,

rescued the two kings who had been unhorsed, and did such mighty work

among the opposing party that all who saw him marvelled to behold one

man do so many valiant deeds. Nor was the career of Palamides less

marvellous to the spectators.



King Arthur, who watched them both with admiring eyes, likened Tristram

to a furious lion, and Palamides to a maddened leopard, and Gareth and

Dinadan, who seconded them strongly, to eager wolves. So fiercely did

Tristram rage, indeed, among the knights of Orkney that at length they

withdrew from the field, as no longer able to face him.



Then loud went up the cry of the heralds and the common people,--



"The green knight has beaten all Orkney!" And the heralds took account

that not less than fifty knights had been smitten down by the four

champions in green.



"This will not do," said Arthur. "Our party will be overmatched if these

fellows rage on at such a rate. Come, Lancelot, you and Hector and

Bleoberis must try your hands, and I will make a fourth."



"Let it be so," answered Lancelot. "Let me take him on the black horse,

and Bleoberis him on the white. Hector shall match him on the gray

horse" (Sir Gareth).



"And I," said Arthur, "will face the knight on the grizzled steed" (Sir

Dinadan).



With this conversation they armed and rode to the lists. Here Lancelot

rode against Tristram and smote him so hard a blow that horse and man

went to the earth, while his three companions met with the same ill

fortune from their new antagonists.



This disaster raised a cry throughout the lists: "The green knights are

down! Rescue the green knights! Let them not be held prisoners!" For the

understanding was that any unhorsed knight not rescued by his own

strength or by his fellows should be held as prisoner.



Then the king of North Wales rode straight to Tristram, and sprang from

his horse, crying,--



"Noble knight, I know not of what country you are, but beg you to take

my horse, for you have proved yourself worthier to bestride it than I

am."



"Many thanks," said Tristram. "I shall try and do you as welcome a turn.

Keep near us, and I may soon win you another horse."



Then he sprang to the saddle, and meeting with King Arthur struck him so

fierce a sword-blow on the helm that he had no power to keep his saddle.



"Here is the horse promised you," cried Tristram to the king of North

Wales, who was quickly remounted on King Arthur's horse.



Then came a hot contest around the king, one party seeking to mount him

again and the other to hold him prisoner. Palamides thrust himself, on

foot, into the press, striking such mighty blows to the right and left

that the whole throng were borne back before him. At the same time

Tristram rode into the thickest of the throng of knights and cut a way

through them, hurling many of them to the earth.



This done, he left the lists and rode to his pavilion, where he changed

his horse and armor; he who had gone forth as a green knight coming back

to the fray as a red one.



When Queen Isolde saw that Tristram was unhorsed, and lost sight of him

in the press, she wept greatly, fearing that some harm had come to him.

But when he rode back she knew him in an instant, despite his red

disguise, and her heart swelled anew with joy as she saw him with one

spear smite down five knights. Lancelot, too, now knew him, and withdrew

from the lists lest he should encounter him again.



All this time Tristram's three friends had not been able to regain their

saddles, but now he drove back the press and helped them again to horse,

and, though they knew him not in his new array, they aided him with all

their knightly prowess.



When Isolde, at her window, saw what havoc her chosen knight was making,

she leaned eagerly forth and laughed and smiled in delight. This

Palamides saw, and the vision of her lovely and smiling countenance

filled his soul so deeply with love's rejoicing that there seemed to

flow into him the strength and spirit of ten men, and, with a shout of

knightly challenge, he pressed forward, smiting down with spear and

sword every man he encountered. For his heart was so enamoured by the

vision of that charming face that Tristram or Lancelot would then have

had much ado to stand before him.



"Truly Palamides is a noble warrior," said Tristram, when he beheld

this. "I never saw him do such deeds as he has done this day, nor heard

of his showing such prowess."



"It is his day," said Dinadan, simply. But to himself he said, "If you

knew for whose love he does these valorous deeds, you would soon be in

the field against him."



"It is a crying pity that so brave a knight should be a pagan," said

Tristram.



"It is my fancy," said Dinadan to himself, "that you may thank Queen

Isolde for what you have seen; if she had not been here to-day that

shouting throng would not be giving Palamides the palm of the tourney."



At this juncture Lancelot came again into the field, and hearing the

outcry in favor of Palamides he set his spear in rest and spurred upon

him. Palamides, seeing this, and having no spear, coolly awaited

Lancelot, and as he came up smote his spear in two with a sword-stroke.

Then he rushed upon him and struck his horse so hard a blow in the neck

that the animal fell, bearing his rider to the ground.



Loud and fierce was the outcry then: "Palamides the Saracen has smitten

Sir Lancelot's horse! It is an unknightly deed!"



And Hector de Maris, seeing his brother Lancelot thus unfairly

dismounted, rushed upon Palamides in a rage, and bore him from his horse

with a mighty spear-thrust.



"Take heed to yourself, sirrah," cried Lancelot, springing towards him

sword in hand. "You have done me a sorry deed, and by my knightly honor

I will repay you for it."



"I humbly beg your pardon, noble sir," answered Palamides. "I have done

so much this day that I have no power or strength left to withstand you.

Forgive me my hasty and uncourteous deed, and I promise to be your

knight while I live."



"You have done marvellously well indeed," said Lancelot. "I understand

well what power moves you. Love is a mighty mistress, and if she I love

were here to-day you should not bear away the honor of the field, though

you have nobly won it. Beware that Tristram discovers not your love, or

you may repent it. But I have no quarrel with you, and will not seek to

take from you the honor of the day."



So Lancelot suffered Palamides to depart, and mounted his own horse

again, despite twenty knights who sought to hinder him. Lancelot,

Tristram, and Palamides did many more noble deeds before that day's end,

and so great became the medley at length that the field seemed a dense

mass of rearing and plunging horses and struggling knights.



At length Arthur bade the heralds to blow to lodging and the fray ended.

And since Palamides had been in the field from first to last, without

once withdrawing, and had done so many, noble and valiant deeds, the

honor and the prize for the day were unanimously voted him, a judgment

which Arthur and the kings of his counsel unanimously confirmed.



But when Palamides came to understand that the red knight who had

rescued him was Sir Tristram his heart was glad, for all but Dinadan

fancied he had been taken prisoner. Much was the talk upon the events of

the day, and great the wonder of king and knights at the remarkable

valor of the Saracen knight.



"And yet I well know," said Lancelot, "that there was a better knight

there than he. And take my word for it, this will be proved before the

tournament ends."



This also thought Dinadan, and he rallied his friend Tristram with

satirical tongue.



"What the fiend has ailed you to-day?" he asked. "Palamides grew in

strength from first to last, but you have been like a man asleep, or a

coward knight."



"I was never called coward before," said Tristram, hotly. "The only fall

I got was from Lancelot, and him I hold as my better, and for that

matter the better of any man alive."



But Dinadan kept up his railing accusations till the growing anger of

Tristram warned him to desist. Yet this was all from friendship, not

from spite, for he wished to stir up his friend to do his best in the

lists the coming day, and not permit the Saracen again to carry off the

prize.