So they retired to rest that night, and the next day at dawn, Geraint arose, and, donning the rusty old armour lent him by Earl Yniol, rode to the lists; and there amongst the humbler sort of onlookers, he found the old Earl and his wife and with them their fair daughter.
Then the heralds blew their trumpets, and Edeyrn bade his lady-love take the Sparrow-Hawk, her due as fairest of the fair. “Forbear,” cried Geraint; “here is one fairer and nobler for whom I claim the prize of the tournament.” “Do battle for it, then!” cried Edeyrn. So the two took their lances and rushed upon one another with a crash like thunder, and each broke his spear. Thus they encountered once and again; but at the last Geraint bore down upon Edeyrn with such force that he carried him from his horse, saddle and all. Then he dismounted, and the two rushed upon each other with their swords. Long they fought, the sparks flying and their breath coming hard, till, exerting all his strength, Geraint dealt the other such a blow as cleft his helmet and bit to the bone. Then Edeyrn flung away his sword and yielded him. “Thou shalt have thy life,” said Geraint, “upon condition that, forthwith, thou goest to Arthur’s court, there to deliver thyself to our Queen, and make such atonement as shall be adjudged thee, for the insult offered her yester morn.” “I will do so,” answered Edeyrn; and when his wounds had been dressed he got heavily to horse and rode forth to Caerleon.