my
true knight; and therefore I will heartily pray the kings that be here
as judges to take it in their hands. And the kings that were judges
called Sir Bleoberis to them, and asked him his advice. My lords, said
Bleoberis, though my brother be beaten, and hath the worse through might
of arms, I dare say, though Sir Tristram hath beaten his body he hath
not beaten his heart, and I thank God he is not shamed this day; and
rather than he should be shamed I require you, said Bleoberis, let Sir
Tristram slay him out. It shall not be so, said the kings, for his part
adversary, both the king and the champion, have pity of Sir Blamore's
knighthood. My lords, said Bleoberis, I will right well as ye will.

Then the kings called the King of Ireland, and found him goodly
and treatable. And then, by all their advices, Sir Tristram and Sir
Bleoberis took up Sir Blamore, and the two brethren were accorded with
King Anguish, and kissed and made friends for ever. And then Sir Blamore
and Sir Tristram kissed together, and there they made their oaths that
they would never none of them two brethren fight with Sir Tristram,
and Sir Tristram made the same oath. And for that gentle battle all the
blood of Sir Launcelot loved Sir Tristram for ever.

Then King Anguish and Sir Tristram took their leave, and sailed into
Ireland with great noblesse and joy. So when they were in Ireland the
king let make it known throughout all the land how and in what manner
Sir Tristram had done for him. Then the queen and all that there were
made the most of him that they might. But the joy that La Beale Isoud
made of Sir Tristram there might no tongue tell, for of all men earthly
she loved him most.

CHAPTER XXIV. How Sir Tristram demanded La Beale Isoud for King Mark,
and how Sir Tristram and Isoud drank the love drink.

THEN upon a day King Anguish asked Sir Tristram why he asked not his
boon, for whatsomever he had promised him he should have it without
fail. Sir, said Sir Tristram, now is it time; this is all that I will
desire, that ye will give me La Beale Isoud, your daughter, not for
myself, but for mine uncle, King Mark, that shall have her to wife, for
so have I promised him. Alas, said the king, I had liefer than all the
land that I have ye would wed her yourself. Sir, an I did then I were
shamed for ever in this world, and false of my promise. Therefore, said
Sir I Tristram, I pray you hold your promise that ye promised me; for
this is m