ountain in your forest where many adventurous knights meet, and there
is the mad man. Well, said King Mark, I will see that wild man. So
within a day or two King Mark commanded his knights and his hunters that
they should be ready on the morn for to hunt, and so upon the morn he
went unto that forest. And when the king came to that well he found
there lying by that well a fair naked man, and a sword by him. Then King
Mark blew and straked, and therewith his knights came to him; and then
the king commanded his knights to: Take that naked man with fairness,
and bring him to my castle. So they did softly and fair, and cast
mantles upon Sir Tristram, and so led him unto Tintagil; and there they
bathed him, and washed him, and gave him hot suppings till they had
brought him well to his remembrance; but all this while there was no
creature that knew Sir Tristram, nor what man he was.

So it fell upon a day that the queen, La Beale Isoud, heard of such a
man, that ran naked in the forest, and how the king had brought him home
to the court. Then La Beale Isoud called unto her Dame Bragwaine and
said: Come on with me, for we will go see this man that my lord brought
from the forest the last day. So they passed forth, and spered where was
the sick man. And then a squire told the queen that he was in the garden
taking his rest, and reposing him against the sun. So when the queen
looked upon Sir Tristram she was not remembered of him. But ever she
said unto Dame Bragwaine: Meseemeth I should have seen him heretofore
in many places. But as soon as Sir Tristram saw her he knew her well
enough. And then he turned away his visage and wept.

Then the queen had always a little brachet with her that Sir Tristram
gave her the first time that ever she came into Cornwall, and never
would that brachet depart from her but if Sir Tristram was nigh thereas
was La Beale Isoud; and this brachet was sent from the king's daughter
of France unto Sir Tristram for great love. And anon as this little
brachet felt a savour of Sir Tristram, she leapt upon him and licked his
lears and his ears, and then she whined and quested, and she smelled at
his feet and at his hands, and on all parts of his body that she might
come to. Ah, my lady, said Dame Bragwaine unto La Beale Isoud, alas,
alas, said she, I see it is mine own lord, Sir Tristram. And thereupon
Isoud fell down in a swoon, and so lay a great while And when she might
speak she said: My lord Sir Trist