am never thought nor had ado with her:
such mention maketh the French book; also it maketh mention that the
lady weened there had been no pleasure but kissing and clipping. And in
the meantime there was a knight in Brittany, his name was Suppinabiles,
and he came over the sea into England, and then he came into the court
of King Arthur, and there he met with Sir Launcelot du Lake, and told
him of the marriage of Sir Tristram. Then said Sir Launcelot: Fie upon
him, untrue knight to his lady, that so noble a knight as Sir Tristram
is should be found to his first lady false, La Beale Isoud, Queen of
Cornwall; but say ye him this, said Sir Launcelot, that of all knights
in the world I loved him most, and had most joy of him, and all was for
his noble deeds; and let him wit the love between him and me is done
for ever, and that I give him warning from this day forth as his mortal
enemy.

CHAPTER XXXVII. How Sir Suppinabiles told Sir Tristram how he was
defamed in the court of King Arthur, and of Sir Lamorak.

THEN departed Sir Suppinabiles unto Brittany again, and there he found
Sir Tristram, and told him that he had been in King Arthur's court. Then
said Sir Tristram: Heard ye anything of me? So God me help, said Sir
Suppinabiles, there I heard Sir Launcelot speak of you great shame, and
that ye be a false knight to your lady and he bade me do you to wit that
he will be your mortal enemy in every place where he may meet you. That
me repenteth, said Tristram, for of all knights I loved to be in his
fellowship. So Sir Tristram made great moan and was ashamed that
noble knights should defame him for the sake of his lady. And in this
meanwhile La Beale Isoud made a letter unto Queen Guenever, complaining
her of the untruth of Sir Tristram, and how he had wedded the king's
daughter of Brittany. Queen Guenever sent her another letter, and bade
her be of good cheer, for she should have joy after sorrow, for Sir
Tristram was so noble a knight called, that by crafts of sorcery ladies
would make such noble men to wed them. But in the end, Queen Guenever
said, it shall be thus, that he shall hate her, and love you better than
ever he did to-fore.

So leave we Sir Tristram in Brittany, and speak we of Sir Lamorak de
Galis, that as he sailed his ship fell on a rock and perished all, save
Sir Lamorak and his squire; and there he swam mightily, and fishers of
the Isle of Servage took him up, and his squire was drowned, and the
ship