Yet had he not met Sir Launcelot, who elsewhere was meeting with all
who would strive with him. Not many, however, would joust with him for
he was known as the very bravest and most skillful. So as he sat there
all at ease, there came the great acclaim for the Knight of the Black
Shield. Nor did Sir Launcelot know him to be Sir Tristram. But he got
his great lance and rushed toward the cry. When he saw this strange
knight he called to him, "Knight of the Black Shield, prepare for me."

And then came such jousting as had never been seen. For each knight
bowed low his head and came at the other like the wind. When they met
it was very like thunder. Flashed lance on shields and armor so that
sparks flew. And each would not give to the other one step but by
great skill with shield did avoid the best of each other's blows.

Then did Sir Tristram's lance break in two, and Sir Launcelot, through
further ill fortune, wounded Sir Tristram in his left side. But
notwithstanding, the wounded knight brought forth his sword and rushed
daringly at the other with a force that Sir Launcelot could not
withstand, and gave him a fearful blow. Low in his saddle sagged Sir
Launcelot, exceeding weak for many moments. Now Sir Tristram left him
so and rode into the forest. And after him followed Gouvernail, his
servant.

Sore wounded was Sir Tristram yet made he light of it. Sir Launcelot
on his part recovered soon and turned back to the tourney, and
thereafter did wondrous deeds and stood off many knights, together and
singly.

Now again was the day done and the tournament, too. And to Sir
Launcelot was given full honor as victor of the field. But naught