"I can tell you," said Dinadan. "It was Sir Palamides. I followed him through the forest, and a lively time we had in company."
"Aha! then you have had adventures."
"Rare ones. We met a knight before Morgan le Fay's castle. You know the custom there, to let no knight pass without a hard fight for it. This stranger made havoc with the custom, for he overthrew ten of your sister's knights, and killed some of them. He afterwards tilted with Palamides for offering to help him, and gave that doughty fellow a sore wound."
"Who was this mighty champion? Not Lancelot or Tristram?" asked the king, looking around.
"On our faith we had no hand in it," they both answered.
"It was the knight next to them in renown," answered Dinadan.
"Lamorak of Wales?"
"No less. And, my faith, a sturdy fellow he is. I left him and Palamides the best of friends."
"I hope, then, to see the pair of them at next week's tournament," said the king.
Alas for Lamorak! Better for him far had he kept away from that tournament. His gallant career was near its end, for treachery and hatred were soon to seal his fate. This sorrowful story it is now our sad duty to tell.