... Erec put forth all his strength, and buried his sword in the helm, far as the chaplet, so that the knight tottered; but he recovered himself, and rushed on Erec, whose shield he struck, so hard that his good brand broke; when he saw, in ire he cast away the fragment, for a knight who hath lost his sword is helpless in fray.  When Erec pressed him, for God's pity he asked his life.  "Mercy, frank knight!  Be not fell!  Since my sword hath failed, thine is the power, to kill or take me, for defence I have none."  Erec responded:  "Since thou beseechest me, I will have thee confess that thou art vanquished; put thyself at my pleasure, and I vex thee no more."  The knight was unwilling, and to frighten him, Erec ran with drawn sword; he cried in dismay:  "You have conquered me, since I must say so."  "There is more to be done; you shall not thus go free.  Tell me your name and estate, and I will tell you mine."  "Sir, you say well; I am king of this land.  My liegemen are Irish, there is none who is not my tenant; my name is Guivret the Little.  No baron that marcheth with me, however proud, who doth not obey me; I wish to know you, and from this time forth be your friend."  Erec answered:  "I may vaunt myself to be of noble blood; my name is Erec, son of Lac..." (King Arthur and the Table Round, Chretien-Newell, v.1, 1897)