Despite Launcelot’s endorsement, Breunor goes down! He collapses, overcome with exhaustion. His opponent, Sir Plenorius, had pity of him, and says “listen, kid, you did your best. If you hadn’t already been tired from fighting my two brothers Sir Plaine and Sir Plaine, this probably would have gone the other way. I beat you, but you shouldn’t feel too bad about it.”
Then Sir Plenorious scoops up Breunor, and carries him off to a tower, where he’s washed and fed and given leeches and so on.
Gradually Breunor regains consciousness, and learns that he lost the joust. “Jeez, Sir Plenorius, you’d better get back to the bridge on the double-quick, you know? There was another knight with me. Did you forget?”
“I did forget, yeah, actually,” says Plenorius. “What’s his name, this other knight?”
“He’s traveling incognito.”
“One of those guys, huh?” Plenorius doesn’t think much of traveling incognito.
“Plenorius!” comes a shout from outside the tower. Launcelot! He crossed the bridge already, come to rescue Breunor. “Turn over Sir Ill-Fitting Suit, or come down and joust! Either one is fine!”
Plenorius opts to joust. They joust, and oh what a joust it is jeez Malory goes on about it for a while. Eventually Launcelot wins, because Launcelot always wins. Then three of Plenorius’s comrades come in, Sir Pillounes, Sir Pellogris, and Sir Pallandris. Launcelot jousts all three of them, beating them easily. At last Launcelot can free Sir Breunor and all of Sir Plenorius’s other prisoners, including King Carados of Scotland.
At this point I think Malory is just messing with me, with Carados all of a sudden being the king of Scotland. Of all the places he could be king of, Scotland is one of the ones that makes the least amount of sense. Go back and review the various mentions of Carados, that slippery pete, and confirm with me: Scotland? No way!
Regardless, Launcelot tries to give Breunor the tower and the village and the fortified bridge as a present, but Bruenor refuses, on the grounds that they’re all Sir Plenorius has. Plenorius agrees to present himself to King Arthur next Pentecost, and everyone has a big-time party. Including Marcie, probably, even though she doesn’t rate a mention this chapter.
It’s such a big party that Sir Kay comes all the way out from Camelot to cater it, along with a new butler-assistant, Sir Brandiles. Afterwards, by which I mean a couple of weeks afterwards, they head back to Camelot all together. On the way they stop by Castle Pendragon and seize it from Sir Brian of the Isles. Launcelot sets up Sir Nerovens (who I guess was just hanging around outside Castle Pendragon waiting for them?) as the head of the castle, but gives the castle and lands themselves to Sir Breunor, such that Breunor becomes Nerovens’ direct supervisor.
I guess you can do that when you’re Sir Launcelot, the Best Knight?
Eventually everyone makes it back to Camelot, where Arthur covers Sir Ill-Fitting Suit in riches and makes him and Sir Plenorius both knights of the Round Table. Breunor and Marcie get married, and Marcie gets a third nickname, Sweet Living, which sounds more like what you’d call your boat than your wife.
According to Malory everyone lives happily ever after, and also Sir Breunor avenges his father’s death. Malory completely forgot to include that, in his recounting of Breunor’s adventures. It was the reason Breunor showed up back in chapter 1, why he wears the ill-fitting suit, and so on, but Malory deemed it less interesting than all Marcie’s nicknames and Sir Mordred appearing from nowhere and all that.
Thus ends the Tale of Sir Ill-Fitting Suit! No moral. Next chapter we turn back to Sir Tristram, the jerk.