“In King Arthur’s court,” answered Balin.

When Balin left King Arthur’s court, Lanceor, a proud and arrogant knight who counted himself the best of Arthur’s followers, went and offered to ride after Balin and bring him back dead or alive.

“Go,” said King Arthur, “for I am wroth with Balin and would have revenge for the insult he has shown me.”

So Lanceor departed to arm himself, and in the meantime, Merlin arrived, and hearing of the death of the Lady of the Lake, by the sword of Balin, went in to King Arthur.

“Now,” said Merlin, “you should know that this damsel who brought the sword to the court is the falsest woman living.  She has a brother whom she hates beyond measure, and it was to compass his death that she came hither, for it had been decreed that whoso drew the sword should slay her brother.  This I know to be true.  Would to God she had never come to this court, for the knight that drew the sword shall die by that sword, and this shall be a great reproach to you and your court; for no man liveth of greater ability and prowess than this same knight Balin, and much good will he do you.  It is a great pity he may not live to serve you with his strength and hardiness.”

In the meantime Lanceor, armed at all points, rode at full speed after Balin, and when he caught sight of him he called in a loud voice, “Stop, you false knight, for you shall return with me whether you will or not, and your shield and your sword shall not help you.”

When Balin heard the voice he turned his horse fiercely and said, “What is it you will with me?  Will you joust with me?”

“Yes,” said the Irish knight.  “For that reason have I followed you.”

“Perchance,” said Balin, “it would have been better if you had remained at home, for many a man who strives to overthrow his enemy falls himself in the struggle.  From what court do you come?”

“I am from the court of King Arthur,” said Lanceor, “and I came to seek revenge for the insult you showed Arthur and his court this day.”

“I see,” said Balin, “that I must fight with you, but I much regret that I have done wrong before King Arthur and his court.  Your quarrel with me is foolish, for the lady that I slew did me, through falsehood and treachery, the greatest harm on earth, else would I have been as loath as any knight that lives to slay a lady.”

“Cease talking,” said Lanceor, “and face me, for only one of us shall remain alive.”

Then they levelled their spears and clashed together as hard as their horses could.  The spear of the Irish knight struck Balin on the shield and broke all in pieces, but Balin’s spear pierced the shield of Lanceor, passed through his hauberk and body and even into his horse, so that Lanceor fell, a dead man.

Regretting much that he had slain one of Arthur’s knights, Balin buried Lanceor and proceeded on his way.

He had not ridden far into the forest when he saw a knight coming towards him whom by his arms he recognized as his brother Balan.  When they met they dismounted and kissed each other and wept for pure joy.