"In three hours, Sir Knight," the man answered.
"Good. Let us be off. Good Gouvernail, get you my mail ready for I would don it."
Within the half hour Sir Tristram with the two yeomen were on their way to meet Sir Percival and Sir Launcelot. So, strangely, they who sought him, were to find him come among them.
[CHAPTER FIFTEEN]
The Weasel's Nest
"Greeting, good knights," he announced. "I am Sir Tristram."
Nothing could have thrown Sir Launcelot's party into greater astonishment. And yet no news could have been pleasanter.
"Right glad are we to see you, Sir Tristram, since we have sought you for a great number of days. I am Sir Launcelot. Here is Sir Percival." And so this knight announced them all.
The two knights, Sir Tristram on the one hand, Sir Launcelot, on the other, observed each other. Each of them found much to like in the other. Then and there was the beginning of a friendship that was to last until the day of Sir Tristram's death.
After the first few moments, had passed, Sir Tristram came to the reason for his coming among them.