“Ah, dear God,” cried the lady, “now shall I be made whole.  Sir, look a little closer upon me, for I have been your friend.  Thanks be to God, who so soon has heard my prayer.”

This was the beginning of adventures which happened that night to the seeker.  The maiden hastened to embrace her lover.  He got him nimbly from his horse, and taking her softly between his arms, kissed her with more kisses than I can tell.  Then they sat together beneath the thorn, and the damsel told how she fell asleep within that old tree in the pleasaunce, of how she was rapt from thence in her slumber, and of how, yet sleeping, he came upon her by the Ford.  When the knight had hearkened to all that she had to say, he looked from her face, and glancing across the river, marked a lord, with lifted lance, riding to the ford.  This knight wore harness of a fair vermeil colour, and bestrode a horse white of body, save for his two ears, which were red as the rider’s mail.  Slender of girdle was this knight, and he made no effort to enter the river, but drew rein upon the other side of the passage, and watched.  The varlet said to his friend that it became his honour to essay some feats of arms with this adversary.  He got to horse, and rode to the river, leaving the maiden beneath the thorn.  Had she but found another horse at need, very surely would she have ridden to his aid.  The two knights drew together as swiftly as their steeds could bear them.  They thrust so shrewdly with the lance, that their shields were split and broken.  The spears splintered in the gauntlet, and both champions were unhorsed by the shock, rolling on the sand; but nothing worse happened to them.  Since they had neither squire nor companion to help them on their feet, they pained them grievously to get them from the ground.  When they might climb upon their steeds, they hung again the buckler about the neck, and lowered their ashen spears.  Passing heavy was the varlet, for shame that his friend had seen him thrown.  The two champions met together in the onset, but the prince struck his adversary so cunningly with the lance, that the laces of his buckler were broken, and the shield fell from his body.  When the varlet saw this he rejoiced greatly, for he knew that the eyes of his friend were upon him.  He pressed his quarrel right fiercely, and tumbling his foe from the saddle, seized his horse by the bridle.[2]

The two knights passed the ford, and the prince feared sorely because of the skill and mightiness of his adversary.  He could not doubt that if they fell upon him together he would perish at their hands.  He put the thought from mind, for he would not suspect them of conduct so unbecoming to gentle knight, and so contrary to the laws of chivalry.  If they desired some passage of arms, doubtless they would joust as gentlemen, and each for himself alone.  When these three knights were mounted on their steeds, they crossed the ford with courtesy and order, each