And then he raced off his helm, and smote off his head lightly.

And when he had done and ended this battle, anon he called to him his varlet, the which brought him his horse.

And then he, weening to be strong enough, would have mounted.

And so she laid Sir Alisander in an horse litter, and led him into the castle, for he had no foot nor might to stand upon the earth; for he had sixteen great wounds, and in especial one of them was like to be his death..