{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/mart/mart191.htm","path":"neu/mart/mart191.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/mart/mart191.htm","text":"CHAPTER XXXVIII\nHow Sir Tristram and his wife arrived in Wales, and how\nhe met there with Sir Lamorak.\nNOW turn we unto Sir Tristram, that upon a day he took a little\nbarget, and his wife Isoud la Blanche Mains, with Sir Kehydius\nher brother, to play them in the coasts. And when they were from\nthe land, there was a wind drove them in to the coast of Wales\nupon this Isle of Servage, whereas was Sir Lamorak, and there the\nbarget all to-rove; and there Dame Isoud was hurt; and as well as\nthey might they gat into the forest, and there by a well he saw\nSegwarides and a damosel. And then either saluted other. Sir,\nsaid Segwarides, I know you for Sir Tristram de Liones, the man\nin the world that I have most cause to hate, because ye departed\nthe love between me and my wife; but as for that, said Sir\nSegwarides, I will never hate a noble knight for a light lady;\nand therefore, I pray you, be my friend, and I will be yours unto\nmy power; for wit ye well ye are hard bestead in this valley, and\nwe shall have enough to do either of us to succour other. And\nthen Sir Segwarides brought Sir Tristram to a lady thereby that\nwas born in Cornwall, and she told him all the perils of that\nvalley, and how there came never knight there but he were taken\nprisoner or slain. Wit you well, fair lady, said Sir Tristram,\nthat I slew Sir Marhaus and delivered Cornwall from the truage of\nIreland, and I am he that delivered the King of Ireland from Sir\nBlamore de Ganis, and I am he that beat Sir Palamides; and wit ye\nwell I am Sir Tristram de Liones, that by the grace of God shall\ndeliver this woful Isle of Servage. So Sir Tristram was well\neased.\nThen one told him there was a knight of King Arthur's that was\nwrecked on the rocks. What is his name? said Sir Tristram. We\nwot not, said the fishers, but he keepeth it no counsel but that\nhe is a knight of <343>King Arthur's, and by the mighty lord of\nthis isle he setteth nought. I pray you, said Sir Tristram, an\nye may, bring him hither that I may see him, and if he be any of\nthe knights of Arthur's I shall know him. Then the lady prayed\nthe fishers to bring him to her place. So on the morrow they\nbrought him thither in a fisher's raiment; and as soon as Sir\nTristram saw him he smiled upon him and knew him well, but he\nknew not Sir Tristram. Fair sir, said Sir Tristram, meseemeth by\nyour cheer ye have been diseased but late, and also methinketh I\nshould know you heretofore. I will well, said Sir Lamorak, that\nye have seen me and met with me. Fair sir, said Sir Tristram,\ntell me your name. Upon a covenant I will tell you, said Sir\nLamorak, that is, that ye will tell me whether ye be lord of this\nisland or no, that is called Nabon le Noire. Forsooth, said Sir\nTristram, I am not he, nor I hold not of him; I am his foe as\nwell as ye be, and so shall I be found or I depart out of this\nisle. Well, said Sir Lamorak, since ye have said so largely unto\nme, my name is Sir Lamorak de Galis, son unto King Pellinore.\nForsooth, I trow well, said Sir Tristram, for an ye said other I\nknow the contrary. What are ye, said Sir Lamorak, that knoweth\nme? I am Sir Tristram de Liones. Ah, sir, remember ye not of\nthe fall ye did give me once, and after ye refused me to fight on\nfoot. That was not for fear I had of you, said Sir Tristram, but\nme shamed at that time to have more ado with you, for meseemed ye\nhad enough; but, Sir Lamorak, for my kindness many ladies ye put\nto a reproof when ye sent the horn from Morgan le Fay to King\nMark, whereas ye did this in despite of me. Well, said he, an it\nwere to do again, so would I do, for I had liefer strife and\ndebate fell in King Mark's court rather than Arthur's court, for\nthe honour of both courts be not alike. As to that, said Sir\nTristram, I know well; but that that was done it was for despite\nof me, but all your malice, I thank God, hurt not greatly.\nTherefore, said Sir Tristram, ye shall leave all your malice, and\nso will I, and let us assay how we may win worship between you\nand me upon this giant Sir Nabon le <344>Noire that is lord of\nthis island, to destroy him. Sir, said Sir Lamorak, now I\nunderstand your knighthood, it may not be false that all men say,\nfor of your bounty, noblesse, and worship, of all knights ye are\npeerless, and for your courtesy and gentleness I showed you\nungentleness, and that now me repenteth.","title":"Le Morte d'Arthur BOOK VIII CHAPTER XXXVIII","type":"page"}