And at the first course he smote me down and my horse to the earth.

And there he had almost slain me, and from us he took his horse and departed, and in an evil time we met with him.

Fair knights, said Sir Tristram, so he met with me, and with another knight that hight Palomides, and he smote us both down with one spear, and hurt us right sore.

By my faith, said Sir Gawaine, by my counsel ye shall let him pass and seek him no further; for at the next feast of the Round Table, upon pain of my head ye shall find him there.

By my faith, said Sir Tristram, I shall never rest till that I find him.