Stories From the Faerie Queene - M Macleod (1905)

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The Legend of Britomart
When he looked around and saw the merciless
havoc that Sir Triamond had wrought to the knights
of his party, his heart was almost broken with bitterness,
and he wished himself dead rather than in so bad
a plight. He began at once to gather up his scattered
weapons, and, as it happened, he found his steed ready.
Like a flash of fire from the anvil, he rode fiercely to
where Triamond was driving his foes before him, and,
aiming his spear at him, he pierced his side badly.
Triamond could scarcely keep from falling, but he
withdrew softly from the field as well as he could, so
that no one saw plainly what had happened.
Then the challengers—the Knights of Maidenhood
—began to range the field anew, and pride themselves
on victory, since no one dared to maintain battle against
them. By that time it was evening, which forced them
to refrain from fighting, and the trumpets sounded, to
compel them to cease.
So Sir Satyrane was judged to be the best knight on
that first day.
The next morning the tournament began anew.
Satyrane, with his gallant band, was the first
to appear,
but Sir Triamond was unable to prepare for battle, because
of his wound. This grieved him much, and Cambell,
seeing this, and eager to win honour on his friend's
behalf, took the shield and armour which were well
known to belong to Triamond, and without saying a
word to any one, put them on and went forth to fight.
There he found Satyrane lord of the field, triumphing
in great joy, for no one was able to stand against
him. Envious of his glory, and eager to avenge his
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