Sagramore, that ye Cornish knights be valiant men
of arms; for within these two hours there met us one of your Cornish
knights, and great words he spake, and anon with little might he was
laid to the earth. And, as I trow, said Sir Sagramore, ye shall have
the same handsel that he had. Fair lords, said Sir Tristram, it may so
happen that I may better withstand than he did, and whether ye will or
nill I will have ado with you, because he was my cousin that ye beat.
And therefore here do your best, and wit ye well but if ye quit you
the better here upon this ground, one knight of Cornwall shall beat you
both.

When Sir Dodinas le Savage heard him say so he gat a spear in his hand,
and said, Sir knight, keep well thyself: And then they departed and came
together as it had been thunder. And Sir Dodinas' spear brast in-sunder,
but Sir Tristram smote him with a more might, that he smote him clean
over the horse-croup, that nigh he had broken his neck. When Sir
Sagramore saw his fellow have such a fall he marvelled what knight he
might be. And he dressed his spear with all his might, and Sir Tristram
against him, and they came together as the thunder, and there Sir
Tristram smote Sir Sagramore a strong buffet, that he bare his horse and
him to the earth, and in the falling he brake his thigh.

When this was done Sir Tristram asked them: Fair knights, will ye any
more? Be there no bigger knights in the court of King Arthur? it is to
you shame to say of us knights of Cornwall dishonour, for it may happen
a Cornish knight may match you. That is truth, said Sir Sagramore, that
have we well proved; but I require thee, said Sir Sagramore, tell us
your right name, by the faith and troth that ye owe to the high order
of knighthood. Ye charge me with a great thing, said Sir Tristram, and
sithen ye list to wit it, ye shall know and understand that my name is
Sir Tristram de Liones, King Meliodas' son, and nephew unto King Mark.
Then were they two knights fain that they had met with Tristram, and so
they prayed him to abide in their fellowship. Nay, said Sir Tristram,
for I must have ado with one of your fellows, his name is Sir Bleoberis
de Ganis. God speed you well, said Sir Sagramore and Dodinas. Sir
Tristram departed and rode onward on his way. And then was he ware
before him in a valley where rode Sir Bleoberis, with Sir Segwarides'
lady, that rode behind his squire upon a palfrey.

CHAPTER XVII. How Sir Tristram fought with S