not. They hurtle against each other so strongly that knights and Meliot moveth toward Clamados right swiftly and Clamados toward him, pierced them and cleft the mail of their habergeons asunder with the horses fall together to the ground all in a heap. The Queen and the wounded?" points of their spears, and the twain are both wounded so that the "Yea, Lady," saith Clamados. "Lady," saith he, "At your pleasure." Perceval goeth to part them and cometh to Meliot of Logres. "Sir," "Sir," saith the Queen to Perceval, "Go part these two knights asunder blood rayeth forth of their bodies. The knights draw asunder to take and they melled together on their shields in such sort that they these knights." wound he had in his breast was right great. He draweth himself back. been pierced within the flesh, for the habergeons might protect them saith he, "Withdraw yourself back; you have done enough." with such force as they had left. damsels have great pity of the two knights, for they see that they are Clamados felt that he was sore wounded in two places, and that the "Certes," saith the Queen, "this grieveth me, but never yet saw I the one toward the other with a great rush, and smite each other on the both so passing sore wounded. The two knights rise to their feet and breast with their spears so stiffly that there is none but should have The Queen is come thither. "Fair nephew," saith she, "Are you badly that one slay not the other, for they are sore wounded." hold their swords naked and run the one on the other right wrathfully, their career, for their spears were broken short, and they come back