But on the morrow of Sir Griflet’s hurt, the king commanded to take his horse and armour secretly outside the city walls before sunrise of the next morning, and, rising a long while before dawn, he mounted up and took his shield and spear, and bade his chamberlain tarry till he came again; but he forbore to take Excalibur, for he had given it for safety into charge of his sister, Queen Morgan le Fay.  And as the king rode at a soft pace he saw suddenly three villains chasing Merlin and making to attack and slay him.  Clapping spurs to his horse, he rushed towards them, and cried out in a terrible voice, “Flee, churls, or take your deaths;” but they, as soon as they perceived a knight, fled away with the haste of hares.

“O Merlin,” said the king; “here hadst thou been killed, despite thy many crafts, had I not chanced to pass.”

“Not so,” said Merlin, “for when I would, I could have saved myself; but thou art nearer to thy death than I, for without special help from heaven thou ridest now towards thy grave.”

And as they were thus talking, they came to the fountain and the rich pavilion pitched beside it, and saw a knight sitting all armed on a chair in the opening of the tent.  “Sir knight,” said King Arthur, “for what cause abidest thou here? to joust with any knight that passeth by?  If so, I caution thee to quit that custom.”

“That custom,” said the knight, “have I followed and will follow, let whosoever will say nay, and if any is aggrieved at it, let him who will amend it.”

“I will amend it,” said King Arthur.

“And I will defend it,” answered the knight.

Then the knight mounted his horse and made himself ready, and charging at each other they met so hard that both their lances splintered into pieces.  Then King Arthur drew his sword, but the knight cried out, “Not so; but let us run another tilt together with sharp spears.”

“I would with a good will,” said King Arthur; “but I have no more spears.”

“I have enough of spears,” replied the knight, and called a squire, who brought two good new lances.

Then spurring their horses, they rushed together with all their might, and broke each one his own spear short off in his hand.  Then the king again put his hand to his sword, but the knight once more cried out, “Nay, yet abide awhile; ye are the best jouster that I ever met with; for the love of knighthood, let us joust yet once again.”

So once again they tilted with their fullest force, and this time King Arthur’s spear was shivered, but the knight’s held whole, and drove so furiously against the king that both his horse and he were hurled to the ground.

At that, King Arthur was enraged and drew his sword and said, “I will attack thee now, Sir knight, on foot, for on horseback I have lost the honour.”

“I will be on horseback,” said the knight.  But when he saw him come on foot, he lighted from his horse, thinking it shame to have so great advantage.