Gamelyn came to the fair and alighted from his horse. Just by him
stood a franklin mourning the death of his two sons. "How did that
befall?" asked Gamelyn. "It was the champion wrestler who threw them
both and slew them. Great reward would I give to any man who would
avenge them." "I am ready," answered Gamelyn. "Do you hold my horse
and guard my clothes while I wrestle, and I will promise to make the
champion pay dearly for your sons' deaths." "Thanks be," answered the
franklin, "I shall be avenged. Never fear for your horse and clothes,
I will guard them safely for you." Gamelyn pulled off his shoes,
stript off his coat and went barefooted into the ring. There stood
the champion boasting of his successes. "Who art thou, poor fool," he
cried, "that comest here courting destruction? Better men than thou
have perished here to-day!"

Nothing daunted, Gamelyn replied, "You know my name and my father's.
Sir John of Boundys he was, a good knight, and I am Gamelyn his son.
Come on, do your worst and let's see whose arm proves the stronger!"
"I know you, Gamelyn," cried the champion. "Young as you are, you are
impudent and proud. But come, we'll soon settle this account."

With that the fight began, and fierce was the struggle. But Gamelyn
stood firm against all his opponent's efforts. At last Gamelyn said,
"Come, you have done your best to throw me; try now if you can defend
yourself against one of my tricks."

With that Gamelyn rushed at the champion, and with one rapid twist he
threw him so heavily on his left side that his arm snapped and three
ribs were broken. "Now," cried Gamelyn, "shall we count that a throw,
or will you have another try?" "Not I," said the champion. "Never in