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<h2> CHAPTER VIII. How Accolon found himself by a well, and he took upon him to do battle against Arthur. </h2>
<p>NOW turn we unto Accolon of Gaul, that when he awoke he found himself by a
deep well-side, within half a foot, in great peril of death. And there
came out of that fountain a pipe of silver, and out of that pipe ran water
all on high in a stone of marble. When Sir Accolon saw this, he blessed
him and said, Jesus save my lord King Arthur, and King Uriens, for these
damosels in this ship have betrayed us, they were devils and no women; and
if I may escape this misadventure, I shall destroy all where I may find
these false damosels that use enchantments. Right with that there came a
dwarf with a great mouth and a flat nose, and saluted Sir Accolon, and
said how he came from Queen Morgan le Fay, and she greeteth you well, and
biddeth you be of strong heart, for ye shall fight to morrow with a knight
at the hour of prime, and therefore she hath sent you here Excalibur,
Arthur's sword, and the scabbard, and she biddeth you as ye love her, that
ye do the battle to the uttermost, without any mercy, like as ye had
promised her when ye spake together in privity; and what damosel that
bringeth her the knight's head, which ye shall fight withal, she will make
her a queen. Now I understand you well, said Accolon, I shall hold that I
have promised her now I have the sword: when saw ye my lady Queen Morgan
le Fay? Right late, said the dwarf. Then Accolon took him in his arms and
said, Recommend me unto my lady queen, and tell her all shall be done that
I have promised her, and else I will die for it. Now I suppose, said
Accolon, she hath made all these crafts and enchantments for this battle.
Ye may well believe it, said the dwarf. Right so there came a knight and a
lady with six squires, and saluted Accolon, and prayed him for to arise,
and come and rest him at his manor. And so Accolon mounted upon a void
horse, and went with the knight unto a fair manor by a priory, and there
he had passing good cheer.</p>
<p>Then Sir Damas sent unto his brother Sir Ontzlake, and bade make him ready
by to-morn at the hour of prime, and to be in the field to fight with a
good knight, for he had found a good knight that was ready to do battle at
all points. When this word came unto Sir Ontzlake he was passing heavy,
for he was wounded a little to-fore through both his thighs with a spear,
and made great dole; but as he was wounded, he would have taken the battle
on hand. So it happed at that time, by the means of Morgan le Fay, Accolon
was with Sir Ontzlake lodged; and when he heard of that battle, and how
Ontzlake was wounded, he said that he would fight for him. Because Morgan
le Fay had sent him Excalibur and the sheath for to fight with the knight
on the morn: this was the cause Sir Accolon took the battle on hand. Then
Sir Ontzlake was passing glad, and thanked Sir Accolon with all his heart
that he would do so much for him. And therewithal Sir Ontzlake sent word
unto his brother Sir Damas, that he had a knight that for him should be
ready in the field by the hour of prime.</p>
<p>So on the morn Sir Arthur was armed and well horsed, and asked Sir Damas,
When shall we to the field? Sir, said Sir Damas, ye shall hear mass. And
so Arthur heard a mass, and when mass was done there came a squire on a
great horse, and asked Sir Damas if his knight were ready, for our knight
is ready in the field. Then Sir Arthur mounted upon horseback, and there
were all the knights and commons of that country; and so by all advices
there were chosen twelve good men of the country for to wait upon the two
knights. And right as Arthur was on horseback there came a damosel from
Morgan le Fay, and brought unto Sir Arthur a sword like unto Excalibur,
and the scabbard, and said unto Arthur, Morgan le Fay sendeth here your
sword for great love. And he thanked her, and weened it had been so, but
she was false, for the sword and the scabbard was counterfeit, and
brittle, and false.</p>
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<h2> CHAPTER IX. Of the battle between King Arthur and Accolon. </h2>
<p>AND then they dressed them on both parties of the field, and let their
horses run so fast that either smote other in the midst of the shield with
their spear-heads, that both horse and man went to the earth; and then
they started up both, and pulled out their swords. The meanwhile that they
were thus at the battle, came the Damosel of the Lake into the field, that
put Merlin under the stone; and she came thither for love of King Arthur,
for she knew how Morgan le Fay had so ordained that King Arthur should
have been slain that day, and therefore she came to save his life. And so
they went eagerly to the battle, and gave many great strokes, but always
Arthur's sword bit not like Accolon's sword; but for the most part, every
stroke that Accolon gave he wounded sore Arthur, that it was marvel he
stood, and always his blood fell from him fast.</p>
<p>When Arthur beheld the ground so sore be-bled he was dismayed, and then he
deemed treason that his sword was changed; for his sword bit not steel as
it was wont to do, therefore he dreaded him sore to be dead, for ever him
seemed that the sword in Accolon's hand was Excalibur, for at every stroke
that Accolon struck he drew blood on Arthur. Now, knight, said Accolon
unto Arthur, keep thee well from me; but Arthur answered not again, and
gave him such a buffet on the helm that it made him to stoop, nigh falling
down to the earth. Then Sir Accolon withdrew him a little, and came on
with Excalibur on high, and smote Sir Arthur such a buffet that he fell
nigh to the earth. Then were they wroth both, and gave each other many
sore strokes, but always Sir Arthur lost so much blood that it was marvel
he stood on his feet, but he was so full of knighthood that knightly he
endured the pain. And Sir Accolon lost not a deal of blood, therefore he
waxed passing light, and Sir Arthur was passing feeble, and weened verily
to have died; but for all that he made countenance as though he might
endure, and held Accolon as short as he might. But Accolon was so bold
because of Excalibur that he waxed passing hardy. But all men that beheld
him said they saw never knight fight so well as Arthur did considering the
blood that he bled. So was all the people sorry for him, but the two
brethren would not accord. Then always they fought together as fierce
knights, and Sir Arthur withdrew him a little for to rest him, and Sir
Accolon called him to battle and said, It is no time for me to suffer thee
to rest. And therewith he came fiercely upon Arthur, and Sir Arthur was
wroth for the blood that he had lost, and smote Accolon on high upon the
helm, so mightily, that he made him nigh to fall to the earth; and
therewith Arthur's sword brast at the cross, and fell in the grass among
the blood, and the pommel and the sure handles he held in his hands. When
Sir Arthur saw that, he was in great fear to die, but always he held up
his shield and lost no ground, nor bated no cheer.</p>
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<h2> CHAPTER X. How King Arthur's sword that he fought with brake, and how he recovered of Accolon his own sword Excalibur, and overcame his enemy. </h2>
<p>THEN Sir Accolon began with words of treason, and said, Knight, thou art
overcome, and mayst not endure, and also thou art weaponless, and thou
hast lost much of thy blood, and I am full loath to slay thee, therefore
yield thee to me as recreant. Nay, said Sir Arthur, I may not so, for I
have promised to do the battle to the uttermost by the faith of my body,
while me lasteth the life, and therefore I had liefer to die with honour
than to live with shame; and if it were possible for me to die an hundred
times, I had liefer to die so oft than yield me to thee; for though I lack
weapon, I shall lack no worship, and if thou slay me weaponless that shall
be thy shame. Well, said Accolon, as for the shame I will not spare, now
keep thee from me, for thou art but a dead man. And therewith Accolon gave
him such a stroke that he fell nigh to the earth, and would have had
Arthur to have cried him mercy. But Sir Arthur pressed unto Accolon with
his shield, and gave him with the pommel in his hand such a buffet that he
went three strides aback.</p>
<p>When the Damosel of the Lake beheld Arthur, how full of prowess his body
was, and the false treason that was wrought for him to have had him slain,
she had great pity that so good a knight and such a man of worship should
so be destroyed. And at the next stroke Sir Accolon struck him such a
stroke that by the damosel's enchantment the sword Excalibur fell out of
Accolon's hand to the earth. And therewithal Sir Arthur lightly leapt to
it, and gat it in his hand, and forthwithal he knew that it was his sword
Excalibur, and said, Thou hast been from me all too long, and much damage
hast thou done me; and therewith he espied the scabbard hanging by his
side, and suddenly he sterte to him and pulled the scabbard from him, and
threw it from him as far as he might throw it. O knight, said Arthur, this
day hast thou done me great damage with this sword; now are ye come unto
your death, for I shall not warrant you but ye shall as well be rewarded
with this sword, or ever we depart, as thou hast rewarded me; for much
pain have ye made me to endure, and much blood have I lost. And therewith
Sir Arthur rushed on him with all his might and pulled him to the earth,
and then rushed off his helm, and gave him such a buffet on the head that
the blood came out at his ears, his nose, and his mouth. Now will I slay
thee, said Arthur. Slay me ye may well, said Accolon, an it please you,
for ye are the best knight that ever I found, and I see well that God is
with you. But for I promised to do this battle, said Accolon, to the
uttermost, and never to be recreant while I lived, therefore shall I never
yield me with my mouth, but God do with my body what he will. Then Sir
Arthur remembered him, and thought he should have seen this knight. Now
tell me, said Arthur, or I will slay thee, of what country art thou, and
of what court? Sir Knight, said Sir Accolon, I am of the court of King
Arthur, and my name is Accolon of Gaul. Then was Arthur more dismayed than
he was beforehand; for then he remembered him of his sister Morgan le Fay,
and of the enchantment of the ship. O sir knight, said he, I pray you tell
me who gave you this sword, and by whom ye had it.</p>
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<h2> CHAPTER XI. How Accolon confessed the treason of Morgan le Fay, King Arthur's sister, and how she would have done slay him. </h2>
<p>THEN Sir Accolon bethought him, and said, Woe worth this sword, for by it
have I got my death. It may well be, said the king. Now, sir, said
Accolon, I will tell you; this sword hath been in my keeping the most part
of this twelvemonth; and Morgan le Fay, King Uriens' wife, sent it me
yesterday by a dwarf, to this intent, that I should slay King Arthur, her
brother. For ye shall understand King Arthur is the man in the world that
she most hateth, because he is most of worship and of prowess of any of
her blood; also she loveth me out of measure as paramour, and I her again;
and if she might bring about to slay Arthur by her crafts, she would slay
her husband King Uriens lightly, and then had she me devised to be king in
this land, and so to reign, and she to be my queen; but that is now done,
said Accolon, for I am sure of my death. Well, said Sir Arthur, I feel by
you ye would have been king in this land. It had been great damage to have
destroyed your lord, said Arthur. It is truth, said Accolon, but now I
have told you truth, wherefore I pray you tell me of whence ye are, and of
what court? O Accolon, said King Arthur, now I let thee wit that I am King
Arthur, to whom thou hast done great damage. When Accolon heard that he
cried aloud, Fair, sweet lord, have mercy on me, for I knew not you. O Sir
Accolon, said King Arthur, mercy shalt thou have, because I feel by thy
words at this time thou knewest not my person; but I understand well by
thy words that thou hast agreed to the death of my person, and therefore
thou art a traitor; but I wite thee the less, for my sister Morgan le Fay
by her false crafts made thee to agree and consent to her false lusts, but
I shall be sore avenged upon her an I live, that all Christendom shall
speak of it; God knoweth I have honoured her and worshipped her more than
all my kin, and more have I trusted her than mine own wife and all my kin
after.</p>
<p>Then Sir Arthur called the keepers of the field, and said, Sirs, come
hither, for here are we two knights that have fought unto a great damage
unto us both, and like each one of us to have slain other, if it had
happed so; and had any of us known other, here had been no battle, nor
stroke stricken. Then all aloud cried Accolon unto all the knights and men
that were then there gathered together, and said to them in this manner, O
lords, this noble knight that I have fought withal, the which me sore
repenteth, is the most man of prowess, of manhood, and of worship in the
world, for it is himself King Arthur, our alther liege lord, and with
mishap and with misadventure have I done this battle with the king and
lord that I am holden withal.</p>
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<h2> CHAPTER XII. How Arthur accorded the two brethren, and delivered the twenty knights, and how Sir Accolon died. </h2>
<p>THEN all the people fell down on their knees and cried King Arthur mercy.
Mercy shall ye have, said Arthur: here may ye see what adventures befall
ofttime of errant knights, how that I have fought with a knight of mine
own unto my great damage and his both. But, sirs, because I am sore hurt,
and he both, and I had great need of a little rest, ye shall understand
the opinion betwixt you two brethren: As to thee, Sir Damas, for whom I
have been champion and won the field of this knight, yet will I judge
because ye, Sir Damas, are called an orgulous knight, and full of
villainy, and not worth of prowess your deeds, therefore I will that ye
give unto your brother all the whole manor with the appurtenance, under
this form, that Sir Ontzlake hold the manor of you, and yearly to give you
a palfrey to ride upon, for that will become you better to ride on than
upon a courser. Also I charge thee, Sir Damas, upon pain of death, that
thou never distress no knights errant that ride on their adventure. And
also that thou restore these twenty knights that thou hast long kept
prisoners, of all their harness, that they be content for; and if any of
them come to my court and complain of thee, by my head thou shalt die
therefore. Also, Sir Ontzlake, as to you, because ye are named a good
knight, and full of prowess, and true and gentle in all your deeds, this
shall be your charge I will give you, that in all goodly haste ye come
unto me and my court, and ye shall be a knight of mine, and if your deeds
be thereafter I shall so prefer you, by the grace of God, that ye shall in
short time be in ease for to live as worshipfully as your brother Sir
Damas. God thank your largeness of your goodness and of your bounty, I
shall be from henceforward at all times at your commandment; for, sir,
said Sir Ontzlake, as God would, as I was hurt but late with an
adventurous knight through both my thighs, that grieved me sore, and else
had I done this battle with you. God would, said Arthur, it had been so,
for then had not I been hurt as I am. I shall tell you the cause why: for
I had not been hurt as I am, had it not been mine own sword, that was
stolen from me by treason; and this battle was ordained aforehand to have
slain me, and so it was brought to the purpose by false treason, and by
false enchantment. Alas, said Sir Ontzlake, that is great pity that ever
so noble a man as ye are of your deeds and prowess, that any man or woman
might find in their hearts to work any treason against you. I shall reward
them, said Arthur, in short time, by the grace of God. Now, tell me, said
Arthur, how far am I from Camelot? Sir, ye are two days' journey
therefrom. I would fain be at some place of worship, said Sir Arthur, that
I might rest me. Sir, said Sir Ontzlake, hereby is a rich abbey of your
elders' foundation, of nuns, but three miles hence. So the king took his
leave of all the people, and mounted upon horseback, and Sir Accolon with
him. And when they were come to the abbey, he let fetch leeches and search
his wounds and Accolon's both; but Sir Accolon died within four days, for
he had bled so much blood that he might not live, but King Arthur was well
recovered. So when Accolon was dead he let send him on an horse-bier with
six knights unto Camelot, and said: Bear him to my sister Morgan le Fay,
and say that I send her him to a present, and tell her I have my sword
Excalibur and the scabbard; so they departed with the body.</p>
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<h2> CHAPTER XIII. How Morgan would have slain Sir Uriens her husband, and how Sir Uwaine her son saved him. </h2>
<p>THE meanwhile Morgan le Fay had weened King Arthur had been dead. So on a
day she espied King Uriens lay in his bed sleeping. Then she called unto
her a maiden of her counsel, and said, Go fetch me my lord's sword, for I
saw never better time to slay him than now. O madam, said the damosel, an
ye slay my lord ye can never escape. Care not you, said Morgan le Fay, for
now I see my time in the which it is best to do it, and therefore hie thee
fast and fetch me the sword. Then the damosel departed, and found Sir
Uwaine sleeping upon a bed in another chamber, so she went unto Sir
Uwaine, and awaked him, and bade him, Arise, and wait on my lady your
mother, for she will slay the king your father sleeping in his bed, for I
go to fetch his sword. Well, said Sir Uwaine, go on your way, and let me
deal. Anon the damosel brought Morgan the sword with quaking hands, and
she lightly took the sword, and pulled it out, and went boldly unto the
bed's side, and awaited how and where she might slay him best. And as she
lifted up the sword to smite, Sir Uwaine leapt unto his mother, and caught
her by the hand, and said, Ah, fiend, what wilt thou do? An thou wert not
my mother, with this sword I should smite off thy head. Ah, said Sir
Uwaine, men saith that Merlin was begotten of a devil, but I may say an
earthly devil bare me. O fair son, Uwaine, have mercy upon me, I was
tempted with a devil, wherefore I cry thee mercy; I will never more do so;
and save my worship and discover me not. On this covenant, said Sir
Uwaine, I will forgive it you, so ye will never be about to do such deeds.
Nay, son, said she, and that I make you assurance.</p>
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