{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/mart/mart058.htm","path":"neu/mart/mart058.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/mart/mart058.htm","text":"CHAPTER XIII\nHow King Pellinore gat the lady and brought her to Camelot\nto the court of King Arthur.\nAND then he turned him to the other knight, that was sore\nwounded. But when he saw the other's buffet, he would not fight,\nbut kneeled down and said, Take my cousin the lady with you at\nyour request, and I require you, as ye be a true knight, put her\nto no shame nor villainy. What, said King Pellinore, will ye not\nfight for her? No, sir, said the knight, I will not fight with\nsuch a knight of prowess as ye be. Well, said Pellinore, ye say\nwell; I promise you she shall have no villainy by me, as I am\ntrue knight; but now me lacketh an horse, said Pellinore, but I\nwill have Hontzlake's horse. Ye shall not need, said the knight,\nfor I shall give you such an horse as shall please you, so that\nyou will lodge with me, for it is near night. I will well, said\nKing Pellinore, abide with you all night. And there he had with\nhim right good cheer, and fared of the best with passing good\nwine, and had merry rest that night. And on the morn he heard a\nmass and dined; and then was brought him a fair bay courser, and\nKing Pellinore's saddle set upon him. Now, what shall I call\nyou? said the knight, inasmuch as ye have my cousin at your\ndesire of your quest. Sir, I shall tell you, my name is King\nPellinore of the Isles and knight of the Table Round. Now I am\nglad, said the knight, that such a noble man shall have the rule\nof my cousin. Now, what is your name? said Pellinore, I pray you\ntell me. Sir, my name is Sir Meliot of Logurs, and this lady my\ncousin hight Nimue, and the knight that was in the other pavilion\nis my sworn brother, a passing good knight, and his name is Brian\nof the Isles, and he is full loath to do wrong, and full loath to\nfight with any man, but if he be sore sought on, so that for\nshame he may not leave it. It is marvel, said Pellinore, that he\nwill not <98>have ado with me. Sir, he will not have ado with no\nman but if it be at his request. Bring him to the court, said\nPellinore, one of these days. Sir, we will come together. And\nye shall be welcome, said Pellinore, to the court of King Arthur,\nand greatly allowed for your coming. And so he departed with the\nlady, and brought her to Camelot.\nSo as they rode in a valley it was full of stones, and there the\nlady's horse stumbled and threw her down, that her arm was sore\nbruised and near she swooned for pain. Alas! sir, said the lady,\nmine arm is out of lithe, wherethrough I must needs rest me. Ye\nshall well, said King Pellinore. And so he alighted under a fair\ntree where was fair grass, and he put his horse thereto, and so\nlaid him under the tree and slept till it was nigh night. And\nwhen he awoke he would have ridden. Sir, said the lady, it is so\ndark that ye may as well ride backward as forward. So they abode\nstill and made there their lodging. Then Sir Pellinore put off\nhis armour; then a little afore midnight they heard the trotting\nof an horse. Be ye still, said King Pellinore, for we shall hear\nof some adventure.","title":"Le Morte d'Arthur BOOK III CHAPTER XIII","type":"page"}