Therewith he rode away, and there came to Ralph one of the sergeants, who brought him a spear, and bade him to horse.  So Ralph mounted and took the spear in hand; and the sergeant said:  “Thou art to run at whatsoever meeteth thee when thou hast heard the third blast of the horn.  Art thou ready?” “Yea, yea,” said Ralph; “but I see that the spear-head is not rebated, so that we are to play at sharps.”

“Art thou afraid, youngling?” said the sergeant, who was old and crabbed, “if that be so, go and tell the Lord:  but thou wilt find that he will not have his sport wholly spoiled, but will somehow make a bolt or a shaft out of thee.”

Said Ralph:  “I did but jest; I deem myself not so near my death to-day as I have been twice this summer or oftener.”  Said the sergeant, “It is ill jesting in matters wherein my Lord hath to do.  Now thou hast heard my word:  do after it.”

Therewith he departed, and Ralph laughed and shook the spear aloft, and deemed it not over strong; but he said to himself that the spears of the others would be much the same.

Now the horn blew up thrice, and at the latest blast Ralph pricked forth, as one well used to the tilt, but held his horse well in hand; and he saw a man come driving against him with his spear in the rest, and deemed him right big; but this withal he saw, that the man was ill arrayed, and was pulling on his horse as one not willing to trust him to the rush; and indeed he came on so ill that it was clear that he would never strike Ralph’s shield fairly.  So he swerved as they met, so that his spear-point was never near to Ralph, who turned his horse toward him a little, and caught his foeman by the gear about his neck, and spurred on, so that he dragged him clean out of his saddle, and let him drop, and rode back quietly to his place, and got off his horse to see to his girths; and he heard great laughter rising up from the ring of men, and from the women also.  But the Lord of Utterbol cried out:  “Bring forth some one who doth not eat my meat for nothing:  and set that wretch and dastard aside till the tilting be over, and then he shall pay a little for his wasted meat and drink.”

Ralph got into his saddle again, and saw a very big man come forth at the other end of the lists, and wondered if he should be overthrown of him; but noted that his horse seemed not over good.  Then the horn blew up and he spurred on, and his foeman met him fairly in the midmost of the lists:  yet he laid his spear but ill, and as one who would thrust and foin with it rather than letting it drive all it might, so that Ralph turned the point with his shield that it glanced off, but he himself smote the other full on the shoulder, and the shaft brake, but the point had pierced the man’s armour, and the truncheon stuck in the wound:  yet since the spear was broken he kept his saddle.  The Lord cried out, “Well, Black Anselm, this is better done; yet art thou a big man and a well-skilled to be beaten by a stripling.”