“Lady,” said Tristan, “make no mock of me, but tell me straight: Can a
man born of woman kill this thing?”

“Fair sir, and gentle,” she said, “I cannot say; but this is sure:
Twenty knights and tried have run the venture, because the King of
Ireland has published it that he will give his daughter, Iseult the
Fair, to whomsoever shall kill the beast; but it has devoured them
all.”

Tristan left the woman and returning to his ship armed himself in
secret, and it was a fine sight to see so noble a charger and so good
a knight come out from such a merchant-hull: but the haven was empty
of folk, for the dawn had barely broken and none saw him as he rode to
the gate. And hardly had he passed it, when he met suddenly five men
at full gallop flying towards the town. Tristan seized one by his
hair, as he passed, and dragged him over his mount’s crupper and held
him fast:

“God save you, my lord,” said he, “and whence does the dragon come?”
And when the other had shown him by what road, he let him go.

As the monster neared, he showed the head of a bear and red eyes like
coals of fire and hairy tufted ears; lion’s claws, a serpent’s tail,
and a griffin’s body.

Tristan charged his horse at him so strongly that, though the beast’s
mane stood with fright yet he drove at the dragon: his lance struck
its scales and shivered. Then Tristan drew his sword and struck at the
dragon’s head, but he did not so much as cut the hide. The beast felt
the blow: with its claws he dragged at the shield and broke it from