"Dost know this knave?" asked King Arthur of Sir Percival.
"Only that he belongs not to any of us of the Round Table," replied Percival.
"Is he forsooth one of your men, worthy Ban?"
"I would he were, Arthur, yet is he not."
Now Sir Percival rode forward and divided these last six wrestlers into teams. Yet did this man prove victor for he had a wondrous hold which none of the others knew. And when he had won, so turned he to watch and join in the archery. And as he watched came there knaves to him and mocked him.
"Faith though you wrestle well," one spoke, "it doth not make you an archer. For here you find true archery than which none can do better."
"And I carry a club I would fain try on your thick skull," said another who was even less gentle spoken.
"Of a good time, my friend, and you may," replied the lone knave.
"No such time befits the same as now," replied the first knave.
"If they will wait for my trial with bow and arrow I would be the last to keep you waiting." So spoke the stranger.