men had great labour to save Sir Lamorak's life, for all the comfort
that they could do.

And the lord of that isle, hight Sir Nabon le Noire, a great mighty
giant. And this Sir Nabon hated all the knights of King Arthur's, and in
no wise he would do them favour. And these fishers told Sir Lamorak all
the guise of Sir Nabon; how there came never knight of King Arthur's
but he destroyed him. And at the last battle that he did was slain Sir
Nanowne le Petite, the which he put to a shameful death in despite of
King Arthur, for he was drawn limb-meal. That forthinketh me, said Sir
Lamorak, for that knight's death, for he was my cousin; and if I were at
mine ease as well as ever I was, I would revenge his death. Peace, said
the fishers, and make here no words, for or ever ye depart from hence
Sir Nabon must know that ye have been here, or else we should die for
your sake. So that I be whole, said Lamorak, of my disease that I have
taken in the sea, I will that ye tell him that I am a knight of King
Arthur's, for I was never afeard to reneye my lord.

CHAPTER XXXVIII. How Sir Tristram and his wife arrived in Wales, and how
he met there with Sir Lamorak.

NOW turn we unto Sir Tristram, that upon a day he took a little barget,
and his wife Isoud la Blanche Mains, with Sir Kehydius her brother, to
play them in the coasts. And when they were from the land, there was
a wind drove them in to the coast of Wales upon this Isle of Servage,
whereas was Sir Lamorak, and there the barget all to-rove; and there
Dame Isoud was hurt; and as well as they might they gat into the forest,
and there by a well he saw Segwarides and a damosel. And then either
saluted other. Sir, said Segwarides, I know you for Sir Tristram de
Liones, the man in the world that I have most cause to hate, because
ye departed the love between me and my wife; but as for that, said
Sir Segwarides, I will never hate a noble knight for a light lady; and
therefore, I pray you, be my friend, and I will be yours unto my power;
for wit ye well ye are hard bestead in this valley, and we shall have
enough to do either of us to succour other. And then Sir Segwarides
brought Sir Tristram to a lady thereby that was born in Cornwall, and
she told him all the perils of that valley, and how there came never
knight there but he were taken prisoner or slain. Wit you well, fair
lady, said Sir Tristram, that I slew Sir Marhaus and delivered Cornwall
from the truage of Ireland, an