... Sir Ector beat on the basin as he were wood, and then he gave his horse drink at the ford, and there came a knight behind him and bade him come out of the water and make him ready; and Sir Ector anon turned him shortly, and in feuter cast his spear, and smote the other knight a great buffet that his horse turned twice about.  This was well done, said the strong knight, and knightly thou hast stricken me; and therewith he rushed his horse on Sir Ector, and cleight him under his right arm, and bare him clean out of the saddle, and rode with him away into his own hall, and threw him down in midst of the floor.  The name of this knight was Sir Turquine.  Then he said unto Sir Ector, For thou hast done this day more unto me than any knight did these twelve years, now will I grant thee thy life, so thou wilt be sworn to be my prisoner all thy life days.  Nay, said Sir Ector, that will I never promise thee, but that I do mine advantage.  That me repenteth, said Sir Turquine.  And then he gart to unarm him, and beat him with thorns all naked, and sithen put him down in a deep dungeon, where he knew many of his fellows.  But when Sir Ector saw Sir Lionel, then made he great sorrow.  Alas, brother, said Sir Ector, where is my brother Sir Launcelot?  Fair brother, I left him asleep when that I from him yode, under an apple-tree, and what is become of him I cannot tell you.  Alas, said the knights, but Sir Launcelot help us we may never be delivered, for we know now no knight that is able to match our master Turquine. (Le morte Darthur, Malory-Lang, 1903)