Then the Earl was angry. He came close to Enid, and struck her on the cheek with his hand.
And Enid thought, ‘He would not have dared to strike me, if he had not known that my lord was truly dead,’ and she gave a bitter cry.
When Geraint heard Enid’s cry, with one bound he leaped to where the huge Earl stood, and with one swing of his sword cut off the Earl’s head, and it fell down and rolled along the floor.
Then all the lords and ladies were afraid, for they had thought Geraint was dead, and they fled, and Geraint and Enid were left alone.
And Geraint never again thought that Enid loved the gay lords and ladies at King Arthur’s court better than she loved him.
Then they went back to their own land. And soon the people knew that Prince Geraint had come back a true knight, and the old whispers that he was a coward faded away, and the people called him ‘Geraint the Brave.’
And her ladies called Enid, ‘Enid the Fair,’ but the people on the land called her ‘Enid the Good.’