But the damsel mocked him, saying:  “What a mischance is this that a kitchen-boy should slay two noble knights!  Be not over-proud, Turn-spit.  It was but luck, if indeed ye did not attack one knight from behind.”  “Say what you will, I follow,” said Sir Gareth.

So they rode on again, the damsel in front and Sir Gareth behind, till they reached a wide meadow where stood many fair pavilions; and one, the largest, was all of blue, and the men who stood about it were clothed in blue, and bore shields and spears of that colour; and of blue, too, were the trappings of the horses.  Then said the damsel:  “Yonder is the Blue Knight, the goodliest that ever ye have looked upon, and five hundred knights own him lord.”  “I will encounter him,” said Sir Gareth; “for if he be good knight and true as ye say, he will scarce set on me with all his following; and man to man, I fear him not.”  “Fie!” said the damsel, “for a dirty knave, ye brag loud.  And even if ye overcome him, his might is as nothing to that of the Red Knight who besieges my lady sister.  So get ye gone while ye may.”  “Damsel,” said Sir Gareth, “ye are but ungentle so to rebuke me; for, knight or knave, I have done you good service, nor will I leave this quest while life is mine.”  Then the damsel was ashamed, and, looking curiously at Gareth, she said:  “I would gladly know what manner of man ye are.  For I heard you call yourself kitchen-knave before Arthur’s self, but ye have ever answered patiently though I have chidden you shamefully; and courtesy comes only of gentle blood.”  Thereat Sir Gareth but laughed, and said:  “He is no knight whom a maiden can anger by harsh words.”

So talking, they entered the field, and there came to Sir Gareth a messenger from the Blue Knight to ask him if he came in peace or in war.  “As your lord pleases,” said Sir Gareth.  So when the messenger had brought back this word, the Blue Knight mounted his horse, took his spear in his hand, and rode upon Sir Gareth.  At their first encounter their lances shivered to pieces, and such was the shock that their horses fell dead.  So they rushed on each other with sword and shield, cutting and slashing till the armour was hacked from their bodies; but at last, Sir Gareth smote the Blue Knight to the earth.  Then the Blue Knight yielded, and at the damsel’s entreaty, Sir Gareth spared his life.

So they were reconciled, and at the request of the Blue Knight, Sir Gareth and the damsel abode that night in his tents.  As they sat at table, the Blue Knight said:  “Fair damsel, are ye not called Linet?” “Yes,” answered she, “and I am taking this noble knight to the relief of my sister, the Lady Liones.”  “God speed you, Sir,” said the Blue Knight, “for he is a stout knight whom ye must meet.  Long ago might he have taken the lady, but that he hoped that Sir Launcelot or some other of Arthur’s most famous knights, coming to her rescue, might fall beneath his lance.  If ye overthrow him, then are ye the peer of Sir Launcelot and Sir Tristram.”  “Sir Knight,” answered Gareth, “I can but strive to bear me worthily as one whom the great Sir Launcelot made knight.”