Then he cried out to the knight, “Sir knight, lay your hand off that maid, or else ye be but dead.”  Then the knight set down the maid, and took his shield, and drew out his sword.  And Sir Bohort smote him so hard that it went through his shield and habergeon, on the left shoulder, and he fell down to the earth.  Then came Sir Bohort to the maid, “Ye be delivered of this knight this time.”  “Now,” said she, “I pray you lead me there where this knight took me.”  “I shall gladly do it,” said Sir Bohort.  So he took the horse of the wounded knight, and set the gentlewoman upon it, and brought her there where she desired to be.  And there he found twelve knights seeking after her; and when she told them how Sir Bohort had delivered her, they made great joy, and besought him to come to her father, a great lord, and he should be right welcomed.  “Truly,” said Sir Bohort, “that may not be; for I have a great adventure to do.”  So he commended them to God and departed.

Then Sir Bohort rode after Sir Lionel, his brother, by the trace of their horses.  Thus he rode seeking, a great while.  Then he overtook a man clothed in a religious clothing, who said, “Sir Knight, what seek ye?” “Sir,” said Sir Bohort, “I seek my brother, that I saw within a little space beaten of two knights.”  “Ah, Sir Bohort, tiouble not thyself to seek for him, for truly he is dead.”  Then he showed him a new-slain body, lying in a thick bush; and it seemed him that it was the body of Sir Lionel.  And then he made such sorrow that he fell to the ground in a swoon, and lay there long.  And when he came to himself again, he said, “Fair brother, since the fellowship of you and me is sundered, shall I never have joy again; and now He that I have taken for my Master, He be my help!” And when he had said thus he took up the body in his arms, and put it upon the horse.  And then he said to the man, “Canst thou tell me the way to some chapel, where I may bury this body?” “Come on,” said the man, “here is one fast by.”  And so they rode till they saw a fair tower, and beside it a chapel.  Then they alighted both, and put the body into a tomb of marble.

Then Sir Bohort commended the good man unto God, and departed.  And he rode all that day, and harbored with an old lady.  And on the morrow he rode unto the castle in a valley, and there he met with a yeoman.  “Tell me,” said Sir Bohort, “knowest thou of any adventure?” “Sir,” said he, “here shall be, under this castle, a great and marvellous tournament.”  Then Sir Bohort thought to be there, if he might meet with any of the fellowship that were in quest of the Sangreal; so he turned to a hermitage that was on the border of the forest.  And when he was come hither, he found there Sir Lionel his brother, who sat all armed at the entry of the chapel door.  And when Sir Bohort saw him, he had great joy, and he alighted off his horse, and said.  “Fair brother, when came ye hither?” As soon as Sir Lionel saw him he said, “Ah, Sir Bohort, make ye no