ny more harm, for ye are but a mean
knight, therefore I give you leave to go where ye list. Gramercy, said
King Mark, for ye and I be not matches.

Then Sir Dinadan mocked King Mark and said: Ye are not able to match a
good knight. As for that, said King Mark, at the first time I jousted
with this knight ye refused him. Think ye that it is a shame to me? said
Sir Dinadan: nay, sir, it is ever worship to a knight to refuse that
thing that he may not attain, there fore your worship had been much more
to have refused him as I did; for I warn you plainly he is able to
beat such five as ye and I be; for ye knights of Cornwall are no men of
worship as other knights are. And because ye are no men of worship
ye hate all men of worship, for never was bred in your country such a
knight as is Sir Tristram.

CHAPTER IX. How King Mark, Sir Lamorak, and Sir Dinadan came to a
castle, and how King Mark was known there.

THEN they rode forth all together, King Mark, Sir Lamorak, and Sir
Dinadan, till that they came to a bridge, and at the end thereof stood a
fair tower. Then saw they a knight on horseback well armed, brandishing
a spear, crying and proffering himself to joust. Now, said Sir Dinadan
unto King Mark, yonder are two brethren, that one hight Alein, and the
other hight Trian, that will joust with any that passeth this passage.
Now proffer yourself, said Dinadan to King Mark, for ever ye be laid
to the earth. Then King Mark was ashamed, and therewith he feutred his
spear, and hurtled to Sir Trian, and either brake their spears all to
pieces, and passed through anon. Then Sir Trian sent King Mark another
spear to joust more; but in no wise he would not joust no more. Then
they came to the castle all three knights, and prayed the lord of the
castle of harbour. Ye are right welcome, said the knights of the castle,
for the love of the lord of this castle, the which hight Sir Tor le Fise
Aries. And then they came into a fair court well repaired, and they
had passing good cheer, till the lieutenant of this castle, that hight
Berluse, espied King Mark of Cornwall. Then said Berluse: Sir knight, I
know you better than you ween, for ye are King Mark that slew my father
afore mine own eyen; and me had ye slain had I not escaped into a wood;
but wit ye well, for the love of my lord of this castle I will neither
hurt you nor harm you, nor none of your fellowship. But wit ye well,
when ye are past this lodging I shall hurt you an I