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Then
said
Sir
Bors
,
“
Be
comforted
;
to
-
morrow
I
will
fight
for
thee
;
”
whereat
she
rejoiced
not
a
little
,
and
sent
word
to
Sir
Pridan
that
she
was
provided
and
ready
.
And
Sir
Bors
lay
on
the
floor
,
and
in
no
bed
,
nor
ever
would
do
otherwise
till
he
had
achieved
his
quest
.
On
the
morrow
he
arose
and
clothed
himself
,
and
went
into
the
chapel
,
where
the
lady
met
him
,
and
they
heard
mass
together
.
Anon
he
called
for
his
armour
,
and
went
with
a
goodly
company
of
knights
to
the
battle
.
And
the
lady
prayed
him
to
refresh
himself
ere
he
should
fight
,
but
he
refused
to
break
his
fast
until
the
tournament
were
done
.
So
they
all
rode
together
to
the
lists
,
and
there
they
saw
the
lady
’
s
eldest
sister
,
and
her
husband
,
Sir
Pridan
le
Noir
.
And
a
cry
was
made
by
the
heralds
that
,
whichever
should
win
,
his
lady
should
have
all
the
other
’
s
lands
.
Then
the
two
knights
departed
asunder
a
little
space
,
and
came
together
with
such
force
,
that
both
their
spears
were
shivered
,
and
their
shields
and
hauberks
pierced
through
;
and
both
fell
to
the
ground
sorely
wounded
,
with
their
horses
under
them
.
But
swiftly
they
arose
,
and
drew
their
swords
,
and
smote
each
other
on
the
head
with
many
great
and
heavy
blows
,
till
the
blood
ran
down
their
bodies
;
and
Sir
Pridan
was
a
full
good
knight
,
so
that
Sir
Bors
had
more
ado
than
he
had
thought
for
to
overcome
him
.
But
at
last
Sir
Pridan
grew
a
little
faint
;
that
instantly
perceived
Sir
Bors
,
and
rushed
upon
him
the
more
vehemently
,
and
smote
him
fiercely
,
till
he
rent
off
his
helm
,
and
then
gave
him
great
strokes
upon
his
visage
with
the
flat
of
his
sword
,
and
bade
him
yield
or
be
slain
.
And
then
Sir
Pridan
cried
him
mercy
,
and
said
,
“
For
God
’
s
sake
slay
me
not
,
and
I
will
never
war
against
thy
lady
more
.
”
So
Sir
Bors
let
him
go
,
and
his
wife
fled
away
with
all
her
knights
.
Then
all
those
who
had
held
lands
of
the
lady
of
the
tower
came
and
did
homage
to
her
again
,
and
swore
fealty
.
And
when
the
country
was
at
peace
Sir
Bors
departed
,
and
rode
forth
into
a
forest
until
it
was
midday
,
and
there
befell
him
a
marvellous
adventure
.
For
at
a
place
where
two
ways
parted
,
there
met
him
two
knights
,
bearing
Sir
Lionel
,
his
brother
,
all
naked
,
bound
on
a
horse
,
and
as
they
rode
,
they
beat
him
sorely
with
thorns
,
so
that
the
blood
trailed
down
in
more
than
a
hundred
places
from
his
body
;
but
for
all
this
he
uttered
no
word
or
groan
,
so
great
he
was
of
heart
.
As
soon
as
Sir
Bors
knew
his
brother
,
he
put
his
spear
in
rest
to
run
and
rescue
him
;
but
in
the
same
moment
heard
a
woman
’
s
voice
cry
close
beside
him
in
the
wood
,
“
St
.
Mary
,
succour
thy
maid
;
”
and
,
looking
round
,
he
saw
a
damsel
whom
a
felon
knight
dragged
after
him
into
the
thickets
;
and
she
,
perceiving
him
,
cried
piteously
for
help
,
and
adjured
him
to
deliver
her
as
he
was
a
sworn
knight
.
Then
was
Sir
Bors
sore
troubled
,
and
knew
not
what
to
do
,
for
he
thought
within
himself
,
“
If
I
let
my
brother
be
,
he
will
be
murdered
;
but
if
I
help
not
the
maid
,
she
is
shamed
for
ever
,
and
my
vow
compelleth
me
to
set
her
free
;
wherefore
must
I
first
help
her
,
and
trust
my
brother
unto
God
.
”
So
,
riding
to
the
knight
who
held
the
damsel
,
he
cried
out
,
“
Sir
knight
,
lay
your
hand
off
that
maid
,
or
else
ye
be
but
dead
.
”
