... And so Sir Bors was led unto bed in a fair large chamber, and many doors were shut about the chamber.  When Sir Bors espied all those doors, he avoided all the people, for he might have nobody with him; but in no wise Sir Bors would unarm him, but so he laid him down upon the bed.  And right so he saw come in a light, that he might well see a spear great and long that came straight upon him pointling, and to Sir Bors seemed that the head of the spear brent like a taper.  And anon or Sir Bors wist, the spear head smote him into the shoulder an handbreadth in deepness, and that wound grieved Sir Bors passing sore.  And then he laid him down again for pain; and anon therewithal there came a knight armed with his shield on his shoulder and his sword in his hand, and he bad Sir Bors: Arise, sir knight, and fight with me.  I am sore hurt, he said, but yet I shall not fail thee.  And then Sir Bors started up and dressed his shield; and then they lashed together mightily a great while; and at the last Sir Bors bare him backward until that he came unto a chamber door, and there that knight yede into that chamber and rested him a great while.  And when he had reposed him he came out freshly again, and began new battle with Sir Bors mightily and strongly... (Le morte d'Arthur, Malory, v.2, 1912)