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Le Morte d'Arthur: Volume 1

Chapter 171: CHAPTER VI. How Sir Tristram arrived into the Island for to furnish the battle with Sir Marhaus.
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A compiled cycle of chivalric tales recounts the supernatural origins and upbringing of a legendary king, his ascent to rule through the drawing of a miraculous sword, and the establishment of a fellowship of knights dedicated to honor and martial enterprise. Episodes range from tournaments and foreign wars to quests and romances, including the acquisition of a famed sword from a mysterious lady, the spiritual search for a sacred grail, and a passionate affair that undermines courtly unity. The narrative culminates in betrayal and internecine conflict that shatters the fellowship and brings the realm to ruin.

CHAPTER VI.
How Sir Tristram arrived into the Island for to furnish the battle with Sir Marhaus.

So to shorten this tale, when Sir Tristram was arrived within the island he looked to the farther side, and there he saw at an anchor six ships nigh to the land; and under the shadow of the ships upon the land, there hoved the noble knight, Sir Marhaus of Ireland. Then Sir Tristram commanded his servant Gouvernail to bring his horse to the land, and dress his harness at all manner of rights. And then when he had so done he mounted upon his horse; and when he was in his saddle well apparelled, and his shield dressed upon his shoulder, Tristram asked Gouvernail, Where is this knight that I shall have ado withal? Sir, said Gouvernail, see ye him not? I weened ye had seen him; yonder he hoveth under the umbre of his ships on horseback, with his spear in his hand and his shield upon his shoulder. That is truth, said the noble knight, Sir Tristram, now I see him well enough.

Then he commanded his servant Gouvernail to go to his vessel again: And commend me unto mine eme King Mark, and pray him, if that I be slain in this battle, for to inter my body as him seemed best; and as for me, let him wit that I will never yield me for cowardice; and if I be slain and flee not, then they have lost no truage for me; and if so be that I flee or yield me as recreant, bid mine eme never bury me in Christian burials. And upon thy life, said Sir Tristram to Gouvernail, come thou not nigh this island till that thou see me overcome or slain, or else that I win yonder knight. So either departed from other sore weeping.