Again said the King of England: “Brynda, Margrave of Tas, rush against Stilfrid and bear him from his horse.” Brynda went down into the lists and unfurled his banner against him, saying: “Stilfrid, it must be so; thou must be slain by me.” Saith Stilfrid: Give me the cream-coloured pennon, that colour betokeneth the firmness in faith of a brave man,” Firmly he went against Brynda and slew both his horse and himself.
Again the King of England in sorrow cried: “Benedict, Prince of Tyre! do thou the duty of a knight; smite Stilfrid with a mighty stroke, so shalt thou do honour to thy lord.” Benedict was of haughty mind; he had three maidens on a red pennon, and rode fiercely into the meadow, calling to Stilfrid: “Turn, turn again, Stilfrid! I see that thou must remain here.” Saith Stilfrid: “Hand me the grey pennon, that colour betokeneth the humility of a modest man; though Benedict is not without vaunting words, with that haughty mind he will not escape me.” Modestly he rode into the meadow, and Benedict rushed vehemently against him. Stilfrid gave him a mighty stroke, so that Benedict fell from his
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