Sir, said Sir Dinadan, met ye with a knight with a shield of silver and lions' heads?
Yea, fair knight, said the other, with such a knight met I with but a while agone, and straight yonder way he yede.
Gramercy, said Sir Dinadan, for might I find the track of his horse I should not fail to find that knight.

Right so as Sir Dinadan rode in the even late he heard a doleful noise as it were of a man.

Then Sir Dinadan rode toward that noise; and when he came nigh that noise he alighted off his horse, and went near him on foot.

Then was he ware of a knight that stood under a tree, and his horse tied by him, and the helm off his head; and ever that knight made a doleful complaint as ever made knight.

And always he made his complaint of La Beale Isoud, the Queen of Cornwall, and said: Ah, fair lady, why love I thee! for thou art fairest of all other, and yet showest thou never love to me, nor bounty.