Then Sir Tristram alighted off his horse, because they were on foot, that they should not slay his horse.  And he smote on the right hand and on the left so vigorously that well-nigh at every stroke he struck down a knight.  At last they fled, with Breuse sans Pitie, into the tower, and shut Sir Tristram without the gate.  Then Sir Tristram returned back to the rescued knight, and found him sitting under a tree, sore wounded.  “Fair knight,” said he, “how is it with you?” “Sir knight,” said Sir Palamedes, for he it was, “I thank you of your great goodness, for ye have rescued me from death.”  “What is your name?” said Sir Tristram.  He said, “My name is Sir Palamedes.”  “Say ye so?” said Sir Tristram; “now know that thou art the man in the world that I most hate; therefore make thee ready, for I will do battle with thee.”  “What is your name?” said Sir Palamedes.  “My name is Sir Tristram, your mortal enemy.”  “It may be so,” said Sir Palamedes; “but you have done overmuch for me this day, that I should fight with you.  Moreover, it will be no honor for you to have to do with me, for you are fresh and I am wounded.  Therefore, if you will needs have to do with me, assign me a day, and I shall meet you without fail.”  “You say well, “said Sir Tristram; “now I assign you to meet me in the meadow by the river of Camelot, where Merlin set the monument.”  So they were agreed.  Then they departed and took their ways diverse.  Sir Tristram passed through a great forest into a plain, till he came to a priory, and there he reposed him with a good man six days.

Then departed Sir Tristram, and rode straight into Camelot to the monument of Merlin, and there he looked about him for Sir Palamedes.  And he perceived a seemly knight, who came riding against him all in white, with a covered shield.  When he came nigh Sir Tristram said aloud, “Welcome, sir knight, and well and truly have you kept your promise.”  Then they made ready their shields and spears, and came together with all the might of their horses, so fiercely, that both the horses and the knights fell to the earth.  And as soon as they might they quitted their horses, and struck together with bright swords as men of might, and each wounded the other wonderfully sore, so that the blood ran out upon the grass.  Thus they fought for the space of four hours and never one would speak to the other one word.  Then at last spake the white knight, and said, “Sir, thou fightest wonderful well, as ever I saw knight; therefore, if it please you, tell me your name.”  “Why dost thou ask my name?” said Sir Tristram; “art thou not Sir Palamedes?” “No, fair knight,” said he, “I am Sir Launcelot of the Lake.”  “Alas!” said Sir Tristram, “what have I done? for you are the man of the world that I love best.”  “Fair knight,” said Sir Launcelot, “tell me your name.”  “Truly,” said he, “my name is Sir Tristram de Lionesse.”  “Alas! alas!” said Sir Launcelot, “what adventure has befallen me!” And therewith Sir Launcelot