night jousted with Sir Kay,
and there that knight gave Sir Kay a fall: his name was Sir Tor, Sir
Lamorak's half-brother. And then they two rode to their lodging, and
there they found Sir Brandiles, and Sir Tor came thither anon after. And
as they sat at supper these four knights, three of them spake all shame
by Cornish knights. Sir Tristram heard all that they said and he said
but little, but he thought the more, but at that time he discovered not
his name.

Upon the morn Sir Tristram took his horse and abode them upon their way.
And there Sir Brandiles proffered to joust with Sir Tristram, and Sir
Tristram smote him down, horse and all, to the earth. Then Sir Tor le
Fise de Vayshoure encountered with Sir Tristram and there Sir Tristram
smote him down, and then he rode his way, and Sir Kay followed him, but
he would not of his fellowship. Then Sir Brandiles came to Sir Kay and
said: I would wit fain what is that knight's name. Come on with me,
said Sir Kay, and we shall pray him to tell us his name. So they rode
together till they came nigh him, and then they were ware where he sat
by a well, and had put off his helm to drink at the well. And when he
saw them come he laced on his helm lightly, and took his horse, and
proffered them to joust. Nay, said Sir Brandiles, we jousted late enough
with you, we come not in that intent. But for this we come to require
you of knighthood to tell us your name. My fair knights, sithen that
is your desire, and to please you, ye shall wit that my name is Sir
Tristram de Liones, nephew unto King Mark of Cornwall. In good time,
said Sir Brandiles, and well be ye found, and wit ye well that we be
right glad that we have found you, and we be of a fellowship that would
be right glad of your company. For ye are the knight in the world
that the noble fellowship of the Round Table most desireth to have the
company of. God thank them said Sir Tristram, of their great goodness,
but as yet I feel well that I am unable to be of their fellowship, for I
was never yet of such deeds of worthiness to be in the company of such
a fellowship. Ah, said Sir Kay, an ye be Sir Tristram de Liones, ye are
the man called now most of prowess except Sir Launcelot du Lake; for he
beareth not the life, Christian nor heathen, that can find such another
knight, to speak of his prowess, and of his hands, and his truth withal.
For yet could there never creature say of him dishonour and make it
good. Thus they talked a g