ir Palomides departed, and either took their ways
diverse.

CHAPTER III. How Sir Tristram sought a strong knight that had smitten him down, and
many other knights of the Round Table.

AND so Sir Tristram rode long after this strong knight. And at the last
he saw where lay a lady overthwart a dead knight. Fair lady, said Sir
Tristram, who hath slain your lord? Sir, she said, here came a knight
riding, as my lord and I rested us here, and asked him of whence he was,
and my lord said of Arthur's court. Therefore, said the strong knight,
I will joust with thee, for I hate all these that be of Arthur's court.
And my lord that lieth here dead amounted upon his horse, and the strong
knight and my lord encountered together, and there he smote my lord
throughout with his spear, and thus he hath brought me in great woe and
damage. That me repenteth, said Sir Tristram, of your great anger; an
it please you tell me your husband's name. Sir, said she, his name
was Galardoun, that would have proved a good knight. So departed Sir
Tristram from that dolorous lady, and had much evil lodging. Then on the
third day Sir Tristram met with Sir Gawaine and with Sir Bleoberis in a
forest at a lodge, and either were sore wounded. Then Sir Tristram asked
Sir Gawaine and Sir Bleoberis if they met with such a knight, with such
a cognisance, with a covered shield. Fair sir, said these knights, such
a knight met with us to our great damage. And first he smote down my
fellow, Sir Bleoberis, and sore wounded him because he bade me I should
not have ado with him, for why he was overstrong for me. That strong
knight took his words at scorn, and said he said it for mockery. And
then they rode together, and so he hurt my fellow. And when he had done
so I might not for shame but I must joust with him. And at the first
course he smote me down and my horse to the earth. And there he had
almost slain me, and from us he took his horse and departed, and in an
evil time we met with him. Fair knights, said Sir Tristram, so he met
with me, and with another knight that hight Palomides, and he smote us
both down with one spear, and hurt us right sore. By my faith, said Sir
Gawaine, by my counsel ye shall let him pass and seek him no further;
for at the next feast of the Round Table, upon pain of my head ye shall
find him there. By my faith, said Sir Tristram, I shall never rest till
that I find him. And then Sir Gawaine asked him his name. Then he said:
My na