"I promise you, Sir Kay, mine is gentle blood, and you may well combat
with me," the kitchen boy added mildly.

Then did the two straightway prepare, horse and armor having been
obtained for the younger man.

Not long did they battle however, for the kitchen boy proved Sir Kay's
master right quickly. Whereupon, Sir Kay becoming furious, made great
ado to wound his opponent. But could not do so; instead, the other
brought him down with fearful stroke which crushed through helmet and
all.

"If you please, now, Sir Launcelot, to joust with me, I shall find it
great honor." So spoke the youth to the knight.

Then there was such a battle as none had seen in many months. Neither
of these two brought to play his full, strength, yet right cleverly,
each struck, counterstruck and brought his skill to play. Much
marveled the knight at the youth.

Then finally, Sir Launcelot said.

"Your quarrel and mine, youth, is not so sore, we may not leave off."

"Truly, that is truth," replied the lad. "But it does me good to feel
your might."

"So tell me your name, that I may dub you knight. Right gladly will I
do so."