ned unto the realm of Logris, and Sir Kehydius said that he
would go into Brittany.

Now turn we unto Sir Dagonet again, that when he and his squires were
upon horseback he deemed that the shepherds had sent that fool to array
them so, because that they laughed at them, and so they rode unto the
keepers of beasts and all to-beat them. Sir Tristram saw them beat that
were wont to give him meat and drink, then he ran thither and gat Sir
Dagonet by the head, and gave him such a fall to the earth that he
bruised him sore so that he lay still. And then he wrast his sword out
of his hand, and therewith he ran to one of his squires and smote off
his head, and the other fled. And so Sir Tristram took his way with that
sword in his hand, running as he had been wild wood. Then Sir Dagonet
rode to King Mark and told him how he had sped in that forest. And
therefore, said Sir Dagonet, beware, King Mark, that thou come not about
that well in the forest, for there is a fool naked, and that fool and I
fool met together, and he had almost slain me. Ah, said King Mark, that
is Sir Matto le Breune, that fell out of his wit because he lost his
lady; for when Sir Gaheris smote down Sir Matto and won his lady of him,
never since was he in his mind, and that was pity, for he was a good
knight.

CHAPTER XX. How it was noised how Sir Tristram was dead, and how La
Beale Isoud would have slain herself.

THEN Sir Andred, that was cousin unto Sir Tristram, made a lady that was
his paramour to say and to noise it that she was with Sir Tristram or
ever he died. And this tale she brought unto King Mark's court, that she
buried him by a well, and that or he died he besought King Mark to make
his cousin, Sir Andred, king of the country of Liones, of the which Sir
Tristram was lord of. All this did Sir Andred because he would have had
Sir Tristram's lands. And when King Mark heard tell that Sir Tristram
was dead he wept and made great dole. But when Queen Isoud heard of
these tidings she made such sorrow that she was nigh out of her mind;
and so upon a day she thought to slay herself and never to live after
Sir Tristram's death. And so upon a day La Beale Isoud gat a sword
privily and bare it to her garden, and there she pight the sword through
a plum tree up to the hilt, so that it stuck fast, and it stood breast
high. And as she would have run upon the sword and to have slain herself
all this espied King Mark, how she kneeled down and said: Swee