me upon him he saw
none other boot, but leapt out at a bay-window even over the head where
sat King Mark playing at the chess. And when the king saw one come
hurling over his head he said: Fellow, what art thou, and what is the
cause thou leapest out at that window? My lord the king, said Kehydius,
it fortuned me that I was asleep in the window above your head, and as
I slept I slumbered, and so I fell down. And thus Sir Kehydius excused
him.

CHAP TER XVIII. How Sir Tristram departed from Tintagil, and how he
sorrowed and was so long in a forest till he was out of his mind.

THEN Sir Tristram dread sore lest he were discovered unto the king that
he was there; wherefore he drew him to the strength of the Tower, and
armed him in such armour as he had for to fight with them that would
withstand him. And so when Sir Tristram saw there was no resistance
against him he sent Gouvernail for his horse and his spear, and knightly
he rode forth out of the castle openly, that was called the Castle of
Tintagil. And even at gate he met with Gingalin, Sir Gawaine's son. And
anon Sir Gingalin put his spear in his rest, and ran upon Sir Tristram
and brake his spear; and Sir Tristram at that time had but a sword, and
gave him such a buffet upon the helm that he fell down from his saddle,
and his sword slid adown, and carved asunder his horse's neck. And so
Sir Tristram rode his way into the forest, and all this doing saw King
Mark. And then he sent a squire unto the hurt knight, and commanded him
to come to him, and so he did. And when King Mark wist that it was
Sir Gingalin he welcomed him and gave him an horse, and asked him what
knight it was that had encountered with him. Sir, said Gingalin, I wot
not what knight he was, but well I wot that he sigheth and maketh great
dole.

Then Sir Tristram within a while met with a knight of his own, that
hight Sir Fergus. And when he had met with him he made great sorrow,
insomuch that he fell down off his horse in a swoon, and in such sorrow
he was in three days and three nights. Then at the last Sir Tristram
sent unto the court by Sir Fergus, for to spere what tidings. And so as
he rode by the way he met with a damosel that came from Sir Palomides,
to know and seek how Sir Tristram did. Then Sir Fergus told her how he
was almost out of his mind. Alas, said the damosel, where shall I find
him? In such a place, said Sir Fergus. Then Sir Fergus found Queen Isoud
sick in her bed, making the