Not to give away the story, but Arthur ultimately slays Lucius in the countryside of Burgundy.
Here is the account:
“So Sir Lucyus with his swerde hit Arthure overthwarte the nose and gaff hym a wounde nyghe unto the tunge; Sir Arthure was wroth and gaff hym another with all the myght that in his arme was leved . . .” From there, well . . . “so ended the Emperour.” In other words, getting hit on the nose can make a person fly into a deadly rage.
I’ll return to Arthur’s itinerary but posting ceased here for the last few days because my own nose was overthwarte—I thought I broke it. The story? After a six-week absence, overgrown shrubbery (that’s for you, Python fans) surrounded my house. A resistant tree limb gave way at last to the metal pruning shears, and I took the recoil of tension straight on the nose! No wonder Arthur was wroth—I was seeing stars. Knights were moody and violent men; small surpise what with all that hitting overthwarte of noses.