At last the unknown knight rested on his weapon, and said,—
"Sir stranger, you are the best fighter I ever saw in armor. I would know you better, and beg to learn your name."
"I care not to tell it," said Tristram.
"Why not? I never make my name a secret."
"Then pray tell it, for I would give much to know the name of the stoutest knight I ever drew sword upon."
"Fair sir, my name is Lancelot du Lake."
"Alas, can this be so? Have I fought thus against the man I love best in the world?"
"Then who are you?"
"My name is Tristram de Lyonesse."
"Oh, what strange chance is this! Take my sword, Sir Tristram, for you have earned it well."