Excerpt: . . . let neither of us yield to the other, but let us henceforth be as dear as brothers-in-arms the one toward the other. " Then Sir Tristram rose up to his feet again. "Well, Sir Launcelot," he said, "whatsoever thou shalt ordain shall be as thou wouldst have it. But there is one thing I must do because of this battle. " Sir Tristram breaks his sword. Then he looked upon his sword which he held naked and ensanguined in his hand and he said: "Good sword; thou hast stood my friend and hast served me well in several battles, but this day thou hast served me for the last time. " Therewith he suddenly took the blade of the sword in both hands--the one at the point and the other nigh the haft--and he brake the blade across his knee and flung the pieces away. Upon this Sir Launcelot cried out in a loud voice: "Ha, Messire why didst thou do such a thing as that? To break thine own fair sword?" "Sir," quoth Sir Tristram, "this sword hath this day received the greatest honor that is possible for any blade to receive; for it hath been baptized in thy blood. So, because aught else that might happen to it would diminish that honor, I have broken it so that its honor might never be made less than it is at this present time. " Upon this Sir Launcelot ran to Sir Tristram and catched him in his arms, and he cried out: "Tristram, I believe that thou art the noblest knight whom ever I beheld " And Sir Tristram replied: "And thou, Launcelot, I love better than father or kindred. " Therewith each kissed the other upon the face, and all they who stood by were so moved at that sight that several of them wept for pure joy. Sir Tristram and Sir Launcelot feast together. Thereafter they two went into Sir Tristram's pavilion and disarmed themselves. Then there came sundry attendants who were excellent leeches and these searched their hurts and bathed them and dressed them. And several other attendants came and fetched soft robes and clothed the knights therein so that they were very. . .