He is, in very truth, the doughtiest
champion in all this fair country, matchless at any and every weapon, a-
horse or a-foot, in sooth a very Ajax, Achilles, Hector, Roland and Oliver
together and at once, one and indivisible, aye--by Cupid a very paladin!
"'Tis so I've heard," said Jocelyn thoughtfully.
SIR PALAMON: Two knights only there are might cope with him, and one Sir
Agramore and one Jocelyn of the Helm, Duke of Brocelaunde. The fame of
which last rumour hath so puffed up that thrice my Lord Gui hath sent his
cartel of defiance, but the said Duke, intent on paltry battles beyond his
marches, hath thrice refused, and wisely--so 'tis said.
"Aye me, messire," quoth Jocelyn, strumming his lute, "and so bloweth the
wind. Yet mayhap these twain shall meet one day."
ROBIN: And heaven send me there to see! Now as to thee, Sir Softly Sweet,
fair Lord of Tong, thy goodly horse and armour are mine henceforth,
first because thy need of them is nothing, secondly because thou art my
prisoner--
SIR PALAMON: And thirdly, Sir Riotous Roughness, I do freely on thee bestow
them, hide and hair, bolt and rivet.
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