dy, all that may be unarmed, and let bind my
left hand behind me, so that it shall not help me, and right so I shall
do battle with you. Then Sir Meliagrance started up upon his legs, and
said on high: My lord Arthur, take heed to this proffer, for I will take
it, and let him be disarmed and bounden according to his proffer. What
say ye, said King Arthur unto Sir Launcelot, will ye abide by your
proffer? Yea, my lord, said Sir Launcelot, I will never go from that I
have once said.

Then the knights parters of the field disarmed Sir Launcelot, first his
head, and sithen his left arm, and his left side, and they bound his
left arm behind his back, without shield or anything, and then they were
put together. Wit you well there was many a lady and knight marvelled
that Sir Launcelot would jeopardy himself in such wise. Then Sir
Meliagrance came with his sword all on high, and Sir Launcelot showed
him openly his bare head and the bare left side; and when he weened to
have smitten him upon the bare head, then lightly he avoided the left
leg and the left side, and put his right hand and his sword to that
stroke, and so put it on side with great sleight; and then with great
force Sir Launcelot smote him on the helmet such a buffet that the
stroke carved the head in two parts. Then there was no more to do, but
he was drawn out of the field. And at the great instance of the knights
of the Table Round, the king suffered him to be interred, and the
mention made upon him, who slew him, and for what cause he was slain;
and then the king and the queen made more of Sir Launcelot du Lake, and
more he was cherished, than ever he was aforehand.

CHAPTER X. How Sir Urre came into Arthur's court for to be healed of his
wounds, and how King Arthur would begin to handle him.

THEN as the French book maketh mention, there was a good knight in
the land of Hungary, his name was Sir Urre, and he was an adventurous
knight, and in all places where he might hear of any deeds of worship
there would he be. So it happened in Spain there was an earl's son, his
name was Alphegus, and at a great tournament in Spain this Sir Urre,
knight of Hungary, and Sir Alphegus of Spain encountered together
for very envy; and so either undertook other to the utterance. And by
fortune Sir Urre slew Sir Alphegus, the earl's son of Spain, but this
knight that was slain had given Sir Urre, or ever he was slain, seven
great wounds, three on the head, and four on hi