how epinogris complained by a well, and how sir palomides came and found him, and of their both sorrowing.

now leave we of this matter and speak we of sir palomides, that rode and lodged him with the two kings, whereof the kings were heavy. then the king of ireland sent a man of his to sir palomides, and gave him a great courser, and the king of scotland gave him great gifts; and fain they would have had sir palomides to have abiden with them, but in no wise he would abide; and so he departed, and rode as adventures would guide him, till it was nigh noon. and then in a forest by a well sir palomides saw where lay a fair wounded knight and his horse bounden by him; and that knight made the greatest dole that ever he heard man make, for ever he wept, and therewith he sighed as though he would die. then sir palomides rode near him and saluted him mildly and said: fair knight, why wail ye so? let me lie down and wail with you, for doubt not i am much more heavier than ye are; for i dare say, said palomides, that my sorrow is an hundred fold more than yours is, and therefore let us complain either to other. first, said the wounded knight, i require you tell me your name, for an thou be none of the noble knights of the round table thou shalt never know my name, whatsomever come of me. fair knight, said palomides, such as i am, be it better or be it worse, wit thou well that my name is sir palomides, son and heir unto king astlabor, and sir safere and sir segwarides are my two brethren; and wit thou well as for myself i was never christened, but my two brethren are truly christened. o noble knight, said that knight, well is me that i have met with you; and wit ye well my name is epinogris, the king’s son of northumberland. now sit down, said epinogris, and let us either complain to other.

then sir palomides began his complaint. now shall i tell you, said palomides, what woe i endure. i love the fairest queen and lady that ever bare life, and wit ye well her name is la beale isoud, king mark’s wife of cornwall. that is great folly, said epinogris, for to love queen isoud, for one of the best knights of the world loveth her, that is sir tristram de liones. that is truth, said palomides, for no man knoweth that matter better than i do, for i have been in sir tristram’s fellowship this month, and with la beale isoud together; and alas, said palomides, unhappy man that i am, now have i lost the fellowship of sir tristram for ever, and the love of la beale isoud for ever, and i am never like to see her more, and sir tristram and i be either to other mortal enemies. well, said epinogris, sith that ye loved la beale isoud, loved she you ever again by anything that ye could think or wit, or else did ye rejoice her ever in any pleasure? nay, by my knighthood, said palomides, i never espied that ever she loved me more than all the world, nor never had i pleasure with her, but the last day she gave me the greatest rebuke that ever i had, the which shall never go from my heart. and yet i well deserved that rebuke, for i did not knightly, and therefore i have lost the love of her and of sir tristram for ever; and i have many times enforced myself to do many deeds for la beale isoud’s sake, and she was the causer of my worship-winning. alas, said sir palomides, now have i lost all the worship that ever i won, for never shall me befall such prowess as i had in the fellowship of sir tristram.