When Breuse saw these knights he rode straight unto them, and cried unto them and prayed them of rescues.
What need have ye?
said Sir Ector.

Ah, fair knights, said Sir Breuse, here followeth me the most traitor knight, and most coward, and most of villainy; his name is Breuse Saunce Pite, and if he may get me he will slay me without mercy and pity.

Abide with us, said Sir Percivale, and we shall warrant you.
Then were they ware of Sir Bleoberis that came riding all that he might.
Then Sir Ector put himself forth to joust afore them all.

When Sir Bleoberis saw that they were four knights and he but himself, he stood in a doubt whether he would turn or hold his way.

Then he said to himself: I am a knight of the Table Round, and rather than I should shame mine oath and my blood I will hold my way whatsoever fall thereof.
And then Sir Ector dressed his spear, and smote either other passing sore, but Sir Ector fell to the earth.