But Britomart was still angry with him for that last fierce stroke of his.
'Rise!' she said, 'or I shall kill you!' and she held her sword over his head.
But Artegall would not rise, but only prayed her the more earnestly to forgive him.
Then the old nurse drew near and begged Britomart to have a truce.
'Rest yourself for a little,' she said, 'and let the Savage Knight rest too.'
Britomart agreed, and the knight raised the front of his helmet that he might breathe more freely.
When Britomart saw his face, so handsome and so brave, she knew at once that the Savage Knight that she had tried to kill was Artegall, the knight of the Mirror.
Her arm dropped, and her sword fell from her hand.
She tried to speak roughly to him, but her tongue would not say the words.
Together they rode off to a castle, where they stayed till they were rested and their wounds were healed.
And each day that they were together Artegall loved Britomart more and more, until at last he could stay no longer silent, but told her that he loved her more than all the world.
So it was that the beautiful princess Britomart found her husband, the gallant knight of the Magic Mirror.
Long ago, on the first day of every year, the Queen of the Fairies used to give a great feast.
On that day all the bravest of her knights came to her court, and when people wanted help to slay a dragon or a savage beast, or to drive away a witch or wicked fairy, they also came and told their stories.
To one of those feasts there came an old palmer dressed in black. His hair was grey, and he leaned heavily on his long staff. He told a sad tale of the evil things done in his land by a wicked witch.
The Faery Queen turned to Guyon, one of the bravest and handsomest of her young knights. 'You shall go with this old man and save his land,' she said to him.
'I am not worthy,' said Sir Guyon, 'but I will do your bidding and my best.'
So he rode away with the palmer. His good horse had never paced so slowly before, for Guyon made him keep step with the feeble old man.
It was not possible to go far from the fairy court without having fights and adventures, but in every fight Guyon was the victor, because he listened to what the good old palmer said, and did not think that he himself knew better.