[Sidenote:  Sir Tristram feasts with the chatelaine] “Nay,” quoth she, “there is nothing you can do to help me.”  And therewith the lady, who was hight Loise, took Sir Tristram by the hand and led him to the table and sat him down beside her.  Then straightway there came sundry attendants, and set a noble feast before them, with good excellent wines, both white and red; and they two ate and drank together with great appetite and enjoyment.

Now after that feast was over and done, Sir Tristram said:  “Lady, will you not of your courtesy tell me why you wear the weeds of sorrow in which you are clad?  This I ask, not from idle humor, but because, as I said before, I may haply be able to aid you in whatever trouble it is under which you lie.”

[Sidenote:  The Lady telleth Sir Tristram of Sir Nabon le Noir] “Alas, Sir Knight!” quoth she, “my trouble lieth beyond your power to aid or to amend.  For can you conquer death, or can you bring the dead back to life again?  Nevertheless, I will tell you what my sorrow is, and how it came unto me.  You must know that some distance away across the sea, which you may behold from yonder window, there lieth an island.  The present lord of that island is a very wicked and cruel knight, huge of frame and big of limb, hight Sir Nabon surnamed le Noir.  One time the noble and gentle knight who was my husband was the lord of that island and the castle thereon, and of several other castles and manors and estates upon this mainland as well.  But one evil day when I and my lord were together upon that island, this Sir Nabon came thither by night, and with certain evil-disposed folk of the island he overcame my lord and slew him very treacherously.  Me also he would have slain, or else have taken into shameful captivity, but, hearing the noise of that assault in which my lord was slain, I happily escaped, and so, when night had come, I got away from that island with several attendants who were faithful to me, and thus came to this castle where we are.  Since that time Sir Nabon has held that castle as his own, ruling it in a very evil fashion.  For you are to know that the castle sits very high upon the crags overlooking the sea, and whenever a vessel passeth by that way, Sir Nabon goeth forth to meet it; and upon some of these crafts he levies toll, and other ships he sinks after slaying the mariners and sailor-folk who may by evil hap be aboard thereof.  And if anyone is by chance cast ashore upon that island, that one he either slays or holds for ransom, or makes thereof a slave for to serve him.  Because of this, very few ships now go by that way, for all people shun the coasts of so evil a country as that.  So Sir Nabon took that land away from me; nor have I any kin who will take up this quarrel for me, and so I must endure my losses as best I may.”

“Ha!” quoth Sir Tristram, “and is there then no good knight-champion in this country who will rid the world of such an evil being as that Sir Nabon of whom you speak?”