Bold Simon's lance was split on Jaufry's shield; but he was borne by that of his brave foe so swift to earth, it nearly cost his life. Jaufry ran up, as though to make it sure, when loud he called for grace.
“Wilt thou annoy me further in my sleep, if I do grant it?”
“No, lord, I promise thee.”
“Go, then,” said Jaufry, who again lay down, and quick reclosed his eyes.
Simon the Red, with flush upon his face and shame at heart, slowly retraced his steps. Certes, did he make but half the noise he made on setting out; so that the seneschal, who watched him come, could not withhold his smiles.
“Lady,” he said, “behold your champion; but with him comes no knight. I'd wage my spurs, like me, he has taken oath.”
“Maugre this pleasantry,” the dame replied, “ere I have rest, this naughty knight shall hang.”
Hearing the words, one of the keepers of the seven gates descended to the orchard; but soon his troop returned, bearing him faint and bleeding on his shield. At such a spectacle, fair Brunissende could scarce contain her rage,—