"Tell me, chieftain," said he to Geraint, "who it was that bade thee sit there."
"Myself," answered he.
"It was wrong of thee to do me this shame and disgrace. Arise, and do me satisfaction for thine insolence."
Then Geraint arose; and they encountered immediately; and they broke a set of lances, and a second set, and a third; and they gave each other fierce and frequent strokes. And at last Geraint became enraged; and he urged on his horse, and rushed upon him, and gave him a thrust on the centre of his shield, so that it was split, and so that the head of his lance went through his armor, and his girths were broken, and he himself was borne headlong to the ground, the length of Geraint's lance and arm, over his horse's crupper. "Oh, my lord!" said he, "thy mercy, and thou shalt have what thou wilt."
"I only desire," said Geraint, "that this game shall no longer exist here, nor the hedge of mist, nor magic, nor enchantment."
"Thou shalt have this gladly, lord," he replied.
"Cause, then, the mist to disappear from this place," said Geraint.
"Sound yonder horn," said he, "and when thou soundest it, the mist will vanish; but it will not go hence unless the horn be blown by the knight by whom I am vanquished."
And sad and sorrowful was Enid where she remained, through anxiety concerning Geraint. Then Geraint went and sounded the horn. And at the first blast he gave, the mist vanished. And all the hosts came together, and they all became reconciled to each other. And the earl invited Geraint and the Little King to stay with him that night. And the next morning they separated. And Geraint went towards his own dominions; and thenceforth he reigned prosperously, and his warlike fame and splendor lasted with renown and honor both to him and to Enid from that time forth.