e set in such a way ye
are disposed shamefully; for Sir Tristram is the knight of most worship
that we know living, and therefore I warn you plainly I will never
consent to do him to the death; and therefore I will yield my service,
and forsake you. When King Mark heard him say so, suddenly he drew his
sword and said: Ah, traitor; and smote Sir Bersules on the head, that
the sword went to his teeth. When Amant, the knight, saw him do that
villainous deed, and his squires, they said it was foul done, and
mischievously: Wherefore we will do thee no more service, and wit ye
well, we will appeach thee of treason afore Arthur. Then was King Mark
wonderly wroth and would have slain Amant; but he and the two squires
held them together, and set nought by his malice. When King Mark saw he
might not be revenged on them, he said thus unto the knight, Amant: Wit
thou well, an thou appeach me of treason I shall thereof defend me afore
King Arthur; but I require thee that thou tell not my name, that I am
King Mark, whatsomever come of me. As for that, said Sir Amant, I will
not discover your name; and so they departed, and Amant and his fellows
took the body of Bersules and buried it.

CHAPTER VIII. How King Mark came to a fountain where he found Sir
Lamorak complaining for the love of King Lot's wife.

THEN King Mark rode till he came to a fountain, and there he rested him,
and stood in a doubt whether he would ride to Arthur's court or none, or
return again to his country. And as he thus rested him by that fountain
there came by him a knight well armed on horseback; and he alighted,
and tied his horse until a tree, and set him down by the brink of
the fountain; and there he made great languor and dole, and made the
dolefullest complaint of love that ever man heard; and all this
while was he not ware of King Mark. And this was a great part of his
complaint: he cried and wept, saying: O fair Queen of Orkney, King Lot's
wife, and mother of Sir Gawaine, and to Sir Gaheris, and mother to many
other, for thy love I am in great pains. Then King Mark arose and went
near him and said: Fair knight, ye have made a piteous complaint. Truly,
said the knight, it is an hundred part more ruefuller than my heart can
utter. I require you, said King Mark, tell me your name. Sir, said he,
as for my name I will not hide it from no knight that beareth a shield,
and my name is Sir Lamorak de Galis. But when Sir Lamorak heard King
Mark speak, then