Then it seemed to the King that the knight’s voice was not unknown to him, and he said:  “Tell me your name and what country ye are of, for something bids me think that ye are not all unknown to me.”  “I am Accolon of Gaul, knight of King Arthur’s Round Table.”  “Ah!  Accolon, Accolon,” cried the King, “is it even thou that hast fought against me?  Almost hast thou undone me.  What treason tempted thee to come against me, and with mine own weapon too?” When Sir Accolon knew that it was against King Arthur that he had fought, he gave a loud cry and swooned away utterly.  Then Arthur called to two stout yeomen amongst those that had looked on at the fight, and bade them bear Sir Accolon to a little hermitage hard by, and thither he himself followed with pain, being weak from loss of blood; but into the castle he would not enter, for he trusted not those that held it.

The hermit dressed their wounds, and presently, when Sir Accolon had come to himself again, the King spoke gently to him, bidding him say how he had come to bear arms against him.  “Sir and my lord,” answered Sir Accolon, “it comes of naught but the treachery of your kinswoman, Queen Morgan le Fay.  For on the morrow after we had entered upon the little ship, I awoke in my chamber at Camelot, and greatly I marvelled how I had come there.  And as I yet wondered, there came to me a messenger from Queen Morgan le Fay, desiring me to go to her without delay.  And when I entered her presence, she was as one sore troubled, and she said to me:  ’Sir Accolon, of my secret power, I know that now is our King, Arthur, in great danger; for he lies imprisoned in a great and horrible dungeon whence he may not be delivered unless one be found to do battle for him with the lord of the castle.  Wherefore have I sent for you that ye may take the battle upon you for our lord the King.  And for greater surety, I give you here Excalibur, Arthur’s own sword, for, of a truth, we should use all means for the rescuing of our lord.’  And I, believing this evil woman, came hither and challenged the lord of this castle to mortal combat; and, indeed, I deemed it was with Sir Damas that I fought even now.  Yet all was treachery, and I misdoubt me that Sir Damas and his people are in league with Queen Morgan le Fay to compass your destruction.  But, my lord Arthur, pardon me, I beseech you, the injuries that, all unwitting, I have done you.”

King Arthur was filled with wrath against the Queen, more for the wrong done to Sir Accolon than for the treason to himself.  In all ways that he might, he sought to comfort and relieve Sir Accolon, but in vain, for daily the knight grew weaker, and, after many days, he died.  Then the King, being recovered of his wounds, returned to Camelot, and calling together a band of knights, led them against the castle of Sir Damas.  But Damas had no heart to attempt to hold out, and surrendered himself and all that he had to the King’s mercy.  And first King Arthur set free those that Sir Damas had kept in miserable