Knight, keep well thy head, for thou shalt have a buffet for the slaying of my horse.

With that truncheon thou hast slain a good knight, and now it sticketh in thy body.

Always Sir Arthur lost so much blood that it was a marvel he stood on his feet, but he was so full of knighthood that knightly he endured the pain.

In the midst of the lake Arthur was are of an arm clothed in white samite, that held a fair sword in that hand.