Lancelot with a great company of knights and squires riding
for to rescue the princess. When he came to the bridge all
bedashed with blood, and the bodies of the knights headless,
"Now, by my lady's name," said he, "here has been good
fighting, and those three caitiffs are slain! By whose hand
I wonder?"

So he came into the Mill, and there he found Martimor
recovered of his swoon, and had marvellous joy of him, when he
heard how he had wrought.

"Now are thou proven worthy of the noble order of
knighthood," said Lancelot, and forthwith he dubbed him
knight.

Then he said that Sir Martimor should ride with him to the
court of King Pellinore, to receive a castle and a fair lady
to wife, for doubtless the King would deny him nothing to reward
the rescue of his daughter.

But Martimor stood in a muse; then said he, "May a knight
have his free will and choice of castles, where he will
abide?"

"Within the law," said Lancelot, "and by the King's word
he may."

"Then choose I the Mill," said Martimor, "for here will I
dwell."