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"Now are thou proven worthy of the noble order of knighthood," said Lancelot, and forthwith he dubbed him knight. Then he said that Sir Martimor should ride with him to the court of King Pellinore, to receive a castle and a fair lady to wife, for doubtless the King would deny him nothing to reward the rescue of his daughter.
Then the knight in black rode at him lightly, but Martimor encountered him with the spear and smote him backward from his horse, that his head struck the coping of the bridge and brake his neck.
So he sware, and even as the Name passed his teeth, the gobbets of foam floated forth from the gate, and the water-weed writhed away with the stream, and the river flowed fair and softly, with a sound like singing. Then Martimor came back to the Mill, and told how Flumen was overcome and made to swear a pact. Thus their hearts waxed light and jolly, and they kept that day as it were a love-day.
And going to his bed in a fair garret he dreamed of the Maid of the Mill, whose name was Lirette. How the Mill was in Danger and the Delay Endured In the morning Martimor lay late and thought large thoughts of his quest, and whither it might lead him, and to what honour it should bring him.
Then Flumen sware by wind and wave, by storm and stream, by rain and river, by pond and pool, by flood and fountain, by dyke and dam. "These be changeable things," said Martimor, "swear by the Name of God."
Then because of the love that Sir Lancelot bore to Martimor he gave him his own armour, and the good spear wherewith he had unhorsed many knights, and the sword that he took from Sir Peris de Forest Savage that distressed all ladies, but his shield he gave not, for therein his own remembrance was blazoned.
Then came the knight in yellow, walloping heavily, and him the spear pierced through the midst of the body and burst in three pieces: so he fell on his back and the life went out of him, but the spear stuck fast and stood up from his breast as a stake. Then the knight in black and yellow, that was as big as both his brethren, gave a terrible shout, and rode at Martimor like a wood lion.
How Martimor Bled for a Lady and Lived for a Maid, and how His Great Adventure Ended and Began at the Mill Now leave we of the Mill and Martimor and the Maid, and let us speak of a certain Lady, passing tall and fair and young. This was the Lady Beauvivante, that was daughter to King Pellinore.
"What, brother," said Sir Lancelot, "is the wind in that quarter? And will the Maid have thee?" "I will well," said Lirette. "Now are you well provided," said Sir Lancelot, "with knighthood, and a castle, and a lady. Lacks but a motto and a name for the Blue Flower in thy shield." "He that names it shall never find it," said Sir Martimor, "and he that finds it needs no name."
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