{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/mart/mart319.htm","path":"neu/mart/mart319.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/mart/mart319.htm","text":"CHAPTER LXXXII\nHow Epinogris complained by a well, and how Sir Palomides\ncame and found him, and of their both sorrowing.\nNOW leave we of this matter and speak we of Sir\nPalomides, that rode and lodged him with the two kings,\nwhereof the kings were heavy. Then the King of Ireland\nsent a man of his to Sir Palomides, and gave him a great\ncourser, and the King of Scotland gave him great gifts;\nand fain they would have had Sir Palomides to have\nabiden with them, but in no wise he would abide; and\nso he departed, and rode as adventures would guide him,\ntill it was nigh noon. And then in a forest by a well\nSir Palomides saw where lay a fair wounded knight and\nhis horse bounden by him; and that knight made the\ngreatest dole that ever he heard man make, for ever he\nwept, and therewith he sighed as though he would die.\nThen Sir Palomides rode near him and saluted him mildly\nand said: Fair knight, why wail ye so? let me lie down\nand wail with you, for doubt not I am much more\nheavier than ye are; for I dare say, said Palomides, that\nmy sorrow is an hundred fold more than yours is, and\ntherefore let us complain either to other. First, said\nthe wounded knight, I require you tell me your name,\nfor an thou be none of the noble knights of the Round\nTable thou shalt never know my name, whatsomever\ncome of me. Fair knight, said Palomides, such as I am,\nbe it better or be it worse, wit thou well that my name is\nSir Palomides, son and heir unto King Astlabor, and Sir\nSafere and Sir Segwarides are my two brethren; and wit\nthou well as for myself I was never christened, but my\ntwo brethren are truly christened. O noble knight, said\nthat knight, well is me that I have met with you; and\nwit ye well my name is Epinogris, the king's son of\nNorthumberland. Now sit down, said Epinogris, and\nlet us either complain to other.\nThen Sir Palomides began his complaint. Now shall\nI tell you, said Palomides, what woe I endure. I love\nthe fairest queen and lady that ever bare life, and wit ye\nwell her name is La Beale Isoud, King Mark's wife of\nCornwall. That is great folly, said Epinogris, for to\nlove Queen Isoud, for one of the best knights of the\nworld loveth her, that is Sir Tristram de Liones. That\nis truth, said Palomides, for no man knoweth that matter\nbetter than I do, for I have been in Sir Tristram's\nfellowship this month, and with La Beale Isoud together;\nand alas, said Palomides, unhappy man that I am, now\nhave I lost the fellowship of Sir Tristram for ever, and\nthe love of La Beale Isoud for ever, and I am never like\nto see her more, and Sir Tristram and I be either to\nother mortal enemies. Well, said Epinogris, sith that\nye loved La Beale Isoud, loved she you ever again by\nanything that ye could think or wit, or else did ye rejoice\nher ever in any pleasure? Nay, by my knighthood, said\nPalomides, I never espied that ever she loved me more\nthan all the world, nor never had I pleasure with her,\nbut the last day she gave me the greatest rebuke that\never I had, the which shall never go from my heart.\nAnd yet I well deserved that rebuke, for I did not\nknightly, and therefore I have lost the love of her and\nof Sir Tristram for ever; and I have many times enforced\nmyself to do many deeds for La Beale Isoud's sake, and\nshe was the causer of my worship-winning. Alas, said\nSir Palomides, now have I lost all the worship that ever I\nwon, for never shall me befall such prowess as I had in\nthe fellowship of Sir Tristram.","title":"Le Morte d'Arthur BOOK X CHAPTER LXXXII","type":"page"}