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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: Historic Tales, Vol. XIII (of 15)</p> +<p> The Romance of Reality. King Arthur, Vol. I</p> +<p>Author: Charles Morris</p> +<p>Release Date: April 6, 2010 [eBook #31900]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HISTORIC TALES, VOL. XIII (OF 15)***</p> +<p> </p> +<h3>E-text prepared by Christine Aldridge<br /> + and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br /> + (http://www.pgdp.net)</h3> +<p> </p> +<div class="tr"> +<p>Transcriber's Note:</p> + +<p>1. Minor punctuation errors have been corrected.</p> + +<p>2. Fifteen spelling errors have been corrected. A complete list is shown at the +end of this text.</p> + +<p>3. Page numbers appear as placed in the original text. However, where a new +chapter begins in the center of a page, the page number has been moved to the +chapter head.</p> +</div> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<div class="bbox"><h4><i>Édition d'Élite</i></h4></div> + + +<div class="bbox"><h1>Historical Tales</h1> + +<h3>The Romance of Reality</h3> + + +<h4>By</h4> + +<h2>CHARLES MORRIS</h2> + +<p class="center"><i>Author of "Half-Hours with the Best American Authors," "Tales from the +Dramatists," etc.</i></p> + +<h4>IN FIFTEEN VOLUMES</h4> + +<h3>Volume XIII</h3> + + +<h2>King Arthur<br /> +1</h2></div> + +<div class="bbox"><h2>J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY</h2> + +<h4>PHILADELPHIA AND LONDON</h4></div> + +<h5>Copyright, 1891, by <span class="smcap">J. B. Lippincott Company.</span></h5> + +<h5>Copyright, 1904, by <span class="smcap">J. B. Lippincott Company.</span></h5> + +<h5>Copyright, 1908, by <span class="smcap">J. B. Lippincott Company.</span></h5> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<a name="Frontispiece" id="Frontispiece"></a><img src="images/front.jpg" width="500" height="325" alt="FURNESS ABBEY." title="FURNESS ABBEY." /> +<span class="caption">FURNESS ABBEY.</span> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[Pg i]</a></span></p> +<h2>CONTENTS OF VOLUME I.</h2> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents of Volume"> + +<tr><td align="center" colspan="3"><a href="#BOOK_I">BOOK I.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center" colspan="3">HOW ARTHUR WON THE THRONE.</td></tr> + +<tr><td align="left" colspan="2"><br />CHAPTER.</td><td align="right"><br />PAGE.</td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">I.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">The Magic Sword</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">II.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">Arthur's Wars and the Mystery of his Birth</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">III.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">The Lady of the Lake</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">IV.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">Guenever and the Round Table</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="center" colspan="3"><br /><a href="#BOOK_II">BOOK II.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center" colspan="3">THE DEEDS OF BALIN.</td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">I.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">How Balin won and used the Enchanted Sword</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">II.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">How Arthur Triumphed over the Kings</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">III.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">How Balin gave the Dolorous Stroke</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">IV.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">The Fate of Balin and Balan</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">V.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">Merlin's Folly and Fate</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="center" colspan="3"><br /><a href="#BOOK_III">BOOK III.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center" colspan="3">THE TREASON OF MORGAN LE FAY.</td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">I.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">The Adventure of the Enchanted Ship</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">II.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">The Combat of Arthur and Accolan</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">III.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">How Morgan cheated the King</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">IV.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">The Country of Strange Adventures</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="center" colspan="3"><br /><a href="#BOOK_IV">BOOK IV.</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</a></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center" colspan="3">LANCELOT DU LAKE.</td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">I.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">How Trouble came to Lionel and Hector</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_137">137</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">II.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">The Contest of the Four Queens</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_143">143</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">III.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">How Lancelot and Turquine Fought</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_153">153</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">IV.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">The Chapel and Perilous</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_164">164</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">V.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">The Adventure of the Falcon</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_174">174</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="center" colspan="3"><br /><a href="#BOOK_V">BOOK V.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center" colspan="3">THE ADVENTURES OF BEAUMAINS.</td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">I.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">The Knighting of Kay's Kitchen Boy</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_179">179</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">II.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">The Black, the Green, and the Red Knights</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_187">187</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">III.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">The Red Knight of the Red Lawns</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_201">201</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">IV.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">How Beaumains won his Bride</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_212">212</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="center" colspan="3"><br /><a href="#BOOK_VI">BOOK VI.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center" colspan="3">TRISTRAM OF LYONESSE AND THE FAIR ISOLDE.</td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">I.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">How Tristram was Knighted</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_238">238</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">II.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">La Bella Isolde</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_249">249</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">III.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">The Wager of Battle</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_258">258</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">IV.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">The Draught of Love</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_267">267</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">V.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">The Perils of True Love</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_275">275</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">VI.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">The Madness of Sir Tristram</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_289">289</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="center" colspan="3"><br /><a href="#BOOK_VII">BOOK VII.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center" colspan="3">HOW TRISTRAM CAME TO CAMELOT.</td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">I.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">Tristram and Dinadan</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_304">304</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">II.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">On the Road to the Tournament</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_312">312</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">III.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">At the Castle of Maidens</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_322">322</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">IV.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">The Quest of the Ten Knights</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_335">335</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">V.</td> +<td align="left">—<span class="smcap">The Knight with the Covered Shield</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Page_345">345</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p> +<h2>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.</h2> + + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="center" colspan="3">KING ARTHUR. VOL. I.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"> </td><td align="right">PAGE</td></tr> + +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Furness Abbey</span></td> +<td align="left"><a href="#Frontispiece"><i>Frontispiece.</i></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Statue of King Arthur at Innsbruck</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Statue_Pg_24">24</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">King Arthur's Fair Love</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#King_Pg_48">48</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">King Arthur's Tomb</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#King_Pg_70">70</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Merlin and Nimue</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Merlin_Pg_89">89</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Great Forest</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Forest_Pg_94">94</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Nimue</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Nimue_Pg_105">105</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Love of Pelleas and Nimue</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Love_Pg_134">134</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Dream of Sir Lancelot</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Dream_Pg_139">139</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Old Arches of the Abbey Wall</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Arches_Pg_149">149</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">King Arthur's Round Table, Winchester Cathedral</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Table_Pg_179">179</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Beaumains, Damsel, and Dwarf</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Beaumains_Pg_213">213</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Joyous Wedding</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Wedding_Pg_235">235</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Sir Tristram Harping to Isolde</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Harping_Pg_250">250</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Castle of Cornwall</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Castle_Pg_258">258</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Tristram and the Fair Isolde</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Tristram_Pg_273">273</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Cliffs above the Sea</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Cliffs_Pg_288">288</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Tintagil King Arthur's Castle</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Tintagil_Pg_302">302</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Tristram Thereupon Departed to his Pavilion</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Tristram_Pg_325">325</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Admission of Sir Tristram to the King of the Round Table</span></td> +<td align="right"><a href="#Admission_Pg_359">359</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p> +<h2>INTRODUCTORY.</h2> + + +<p>Geoffrey of Monmouth, the famous chronicler +of legendary British history, tells us,—in reference +to the time when the Celtic kings of Britain +were struggling against the Saxon invaders,—that +"there appeared a star of wonderful magnitude +and brightness, darting its rays, at the end of +which was a globe of fire in the form of a dragon, +out of whose mouth issued two rays; one of which +seemed to stretch itself beyond the extent of Gaul, +the other towards the Irish Sea, and ended in two +lesser rays." He proceeds to say, that Merlin, the +magician, being called on to explain this portent, +declared that the dragon represented Uther, the +brother of King Ambrose, who was destined himself +soon to become king; that the ray extending +towards Gaul indicated a great son, who should conquer +the Gallic Kingdoms; and that the ray with +two lesser rays indicated a daughter, whose son and +grandson should successively reign over Britain. +Uther, in consequence, when he came to the throne, +had two gold dragons made, one of which he placed +in the cathedral of Winchester, which it brightly +illuminated; the other he kept, and from it gained +the name of <i>Pendragon</i>. The powerful ray represented +his great son Arthur, destined to become the +flower of chivalry, and the favorite hero of mediæval +romance.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span>This is history as Geoffrey of Monmouth understood +it, but hardly so in the modern sense, and +Arthur remains as mystical a figure as Achilles, +despite the efforts of various writers to bring him +within the circle of actual kings. After the Romans +left Britain, two centuries passed of whose history +hardly a coherent shred remains. This was the +age of Arthur, one of the last champions of Celtic +Britain against the inflowing tide of Anglo-Saxon +invasion. That there was an actual Arthur there +is some, but no very positive, reason to believe. +After all the evidence has been offered, we still +seem to have but a shadowy hero before us, "a king +of shreds and patches," whose history is so pieced +out with conjecture that it is next to impossible to +separate its facts from its fancies.</p> + +<p>The Arthur of the legends, of the Welsh and Breton +ballads, of the later <i>Chansons de Geste</i>, of +Malory and Tennyson, has quite stepped out of the +historic page and become a hero without time or +place in any real world, a king of the imagination, +the loftiest figure in that great outgrowth of chivalric +romance which formed the favorite fictitious +literature of Europe during three or four of the +mediæval centuries. Charlemagne, the leading +character in the earlier romances of chivalry, was, +in the twelfth century, replaced by Arthur, a milder +and more Christian-like hero, whose adventures, +with those of his Knights of the Round Table, +delighted the tenants of court and castle in that +marvel-loving and uncritical age. That the stories +told of him are all fiction cannot be declared. Many +of them may have been founded on fact. But, like<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> +the stones of a prehistoric wall, their facts are so +densely enveloped by the ivy of fiction that it is +impossible to delve them out.</p> + +<p>The ballads and romances in which the King +Arthur of mediæval story figures as the hero, would +scarcely prove pleasant and profitable reading to +us now, however greatly they delighted our ancestors. +They are marked by a coarseness and crudity +which would be but little to our taste. Nor have +we anything of modern growth to replace them. +Milton entertained a purpose of making King +Arthur the hero of an epic poem, but fortunately +yielded it for the nobler task of "Paradise Lost." +Spenser gives this hero a minor place in his "Fairie +Queen." Dryden projected a King Arthur epic, +but failed to write it. Recently Bulwer has given +us a cumbersome "King Arthur," which nobody +reads; and Tennyson has handled the subject brilliantly +in his "Idyls of the King," splendid successes +as poems, yet too infiltrated with the spirit +of modernism to be acceptable as a reproduction +of the Arthur of romance. For a true rehabilitation +of this hero of the age of chivalry we must +go to the "Morte Darthur" of Sir Thomas Malory, +a writer of the fifteenth century, who lived when +men still wore armor, and so near to the actual +age of chivalry as to be in full sympathy with the +spirit of its fiction, and its pervading love of adventure +and belief in the magical.</p> + +<p>Malory did a work of high value in editing the +confused mass of earlier fiction, lopping off its excrescences +and redundancies, reducing its coarseness +of speech, and producing from its many stories<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> +and episodes a coherent and continuous narrative, +in which the adventures of the Round Table Knights +are deftly interwoven with the record of the birth, +life, and death of the king, round whom as the +central figure all these knightly champions revolve. +Malory seems to have used as the basis of his work +perhaps one, perhaps several, old French prose +romances, and possibly also material derived from +Welsh and English ballads. Such material in his +day was doubtless abundant. Geoffrey had drawn +much of his legendary history from the ancient +Welsh ballads. The mass of romantic fiction which +he called history became highly popular, first in +Brittany, and then in France, the Trouveres making +Arthur, Lancelot, Tristram, Percival, and others of +the knightly circle the heroes of involved romances, +in which a multitude of new incidents were invented. +The Minnesingers of Germany took up the +same fruitful theme, producing a "Parzivale," a +"Tristan and Isolt," and other heroic romances. +From all this mass of material, Malory wrought his +"Morte Darthur," as Homer wrought his "Iliad" +from the preceding warlike ballads, and the unknown +compiler of the "Nibelungenlied" wrought +his poem from similar ancient sources.</p> + +<p>Malory was not solely an editor. He was in a +large sense a creator. It was coarse and crude +material with which he had to deal, but in his hands +its rude prose gained a degree of poetic fervor. The +legends which he preserves he has in many cases +transmuted from base into precious coin. There +is repulsive matter in the old romances, which he +freely cuts out. To their somewhat wooden heroes<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> +he gives life and character, so that in Lancelot, +Gawaine, Dinadan, Kay, and others we have to +deal with distinct personalities, not with the non-individualized +hard-hitters of the romances. And +to the whole story he gives an epic completeness +which it lacked before. In the early days of +Arthur's reign Merlin warns him that fate has already +woven its net about him and that the sins of himself +and his queen will in the end bring his reign +to a violent termination, and break up that grand +fellowship of the Round Table which has made Britain +and its king illustrious. This epic character +of Malory's work is pointed out in the article "Geoffrey +of Monmouth" in the "Encyclopædia Britannica," +whose writer says that the Arthurian legends +"were converted into a magnificent prose poem by +Sir Thomas Malory in 1461. Malory's <i>Morte Darthur</i> +is as truly <i>the</i> epic of the English mind as +the <i>Iliad</i> is the epic of the Greek mind."</p> + +<p>Yet the "Morte Darthur," if epic in plan and +treatment, is by no means free from the defects of +primitive literature. It was written before the age +of criticism, and confusion reigns supreme in many +of its pages,—a confusion which a very little critical +supervision might have removed. As an instance, +we find that Galahad, two years after his +birth, is made a knight, being then fifteen years old. +In like manner the "seat perilous" at the Round +Table is magically reserved for Galahad, the author +evidently forgetting that he had already given it to +Percivale. King Mark's murder of his brother +Baldwin is revenged by Baldwin's grandson, thirty +or forty years afterward, though there is nothing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span> +to show that the characters had grown a year older +in the interval. Here a knight finds one antagonist +quite sufficient for one man; there he does not +hesitate to attack fifty at once; here a slight wound +disables him; there a dozen deep wounds are fully +healed by a night's rest. Many similar instances +might be given, but these will suffice. The discrepancies +here indicated were perhaps due to the +employment of diverse legends, without care to +bring them into accordance, but they lay the work +open to adverse criticism.</p> + +<p>This lack of critical accuracy may have been a +necessary accompaniment of the credulous frame +of mind that could render such a work possible. It +needed an artlessness of mental make-up, a full +capacity for acceptance of the marvellous, a simple-minded +faith in chivalry and its doings, which could +scarcely exist in common with the critical temperament. +In truth, the flavor of an age of credulity +and simplicity of thought everywhere permeates +this quaint old work, than which nothing more artless, +simple, and unique exists in literature, and +nothing with a higher value as a presentation of the +taste in fiction of our mediæval predecessors.</p> + +<p>Yet the "Morte Darthur" is not easy or attractive +reading, to other than special students of literature. +Aside from its confusion of events and +arrangement, it tells the story of chivalry with a +monotonous lack of inflection that is apt to grow +wearisome, and in a largely obsolete style and dialect +with whose difficulties readers in general may not +care to grapple. Its pages present an endless succession +of single combats with spear and sword,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> +whose details are repeated with wearisome iteration. +Knights fight furiously for hours together, till they +are carved with deep wounds, and the ground crimsoned +with gore. Sometimes they are so inconsiderate +as to die, sometimes so weak as to seek a +leech, but as often they mount and ride away in +philosophical disregard of their wounds, and come +up fresh for as fierce a fight the next day.</p> + +<p>As for a background of scenery and architecture, +it scarcely exists. Deep interest in man and woman +seems to have shut out all scenic accessories from +the mind of the good old knight. It is always but +a step from the castle to the forest, into which the +knights-errant plunge, and where most of their +adventures take place; and the favorite resting-and +jousting-place is by the side of forest springs—or +wells, as in the text. We have mention abundant +of fair castles, fair valleys, fair meadows, and +the like, the adjective "fair" going far to serve +all needs of description. But in his human characters, +with their loves and hates, jousts and battles, +bewitchments and bewilderments, the author takes +deep interest, and follows the episodical stories +which are woven into the plot with a somewhat +too satisfying fulness. In evidence of the dramatic +character of many of these episodes we need but +refer to the "Idyls of the King," whose various +romantic and tragic narratives are all derived from +this quaint "old master" of fictitious literature.</p> + +<p>With all its faults of style and method, the +"Morte Darthur" is a very live book. It never +stops to moralize or philosophize, but keeps strictly +to its business of tale-telling, bringing up before<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> +the reader a group of real men and women, not a +series of lay-figures on a background of romance, +as in his originals.</p> + +<p>Kay with his satirical tongue, Dinadan with his +love of fun, Tristram loving and noble, Lancelot +bold and chivalrous, Gawaine treacherous and implacable, +Arthur kingly but adventurous, Mark +cowardly and base-hearted, Guenever jealous but +queenly, Isolde tender and faithful, and a host of +other clearly individualized knights and ladies move +in rapid succession through the pages of the +romance, giving it, with its manners of a remote +age, a vital interest that appeals to modern tastes.</p> + +<p>In attempting to adapt this old masterpiece to +the readers of our own day, we have no purpose +to seek to paraphrase or improve on Malory. To +remove the antique flavor would be to destroy the +spirit of the work. We shall leave it as we find +it, other than to reduce its obsolete phraseology +and crudities of style to modern English, abridge +the narrative where it is wearisomely extended, +omit repetitions and uninteresting incidents, reduce +its confusion of arrangement, attempt a more artistic +division into books and chapters, and by other +arts of editorial revision seek to make it easier reading, +while preserving as fully as possible those +unique characteristics which have long made it +delightful to lovers of old literature.</p> + +<p>The task here undertaken is no light one, nor is +success in it assured. Malory has an individuality +of his own which gives a peculiar charm to his +work, and to retain this in a modernized version +is the purpose with which we set out and which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span> +we hope to accomplish. The world of to-day is full +of fiction, endless transcripts of modern life served +up in a great variety of palatable forms. Our +castle-living forefathers were not so abundantly +favored. They had no books,—and could not have +read them if they had,—but the wandering minstrel +took with them the place of the modern volume, +bearing from castle to court, and court to castle, +his budget of romances of magic and chivalry, and +delighting the hard-hitting knights and barons of +that day with stirring ballads and warlike tales +to which their souls rose in passionate response.</p> + +<p>In the "Morte Darthur" is preserved to us the +pith of the best of those old romances, brought into +a continuous narrative by one who lived when chivalry +yet retained some of its vital hold on the minds +of men, and who, being a knight himself, could +enter with heartfelt sympathy into the deeds of the +knights of an earlier age. Certainly many of the +readers of modern fiction will find a pleasure in +turning aside awhile from the hot-pressed thought +of the nineteenth-century novel to this fresh and +breezy outcrop from the fiction of an earlier day; +with the double purpose of learning on what food +the minds of our ancestors were fed, and of gaining +a breath of wild perfume from the far-off field of +the romance of chivalry. That the story of Arthur +and his Knights can arouse in modern readers the +intense interest with which it was received by +mediæval auditors is not to be expected. We are +too far removed in time and manners from the age +of knight-errantry to enter deeply into sympathy +with its unfamiliar ways. Yet a milder interest<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> +may still be awakened in what gave our predecessors +such enthusiastic delight, and some at least may +turn with pleasure from the most philosophic of +modern novels to wander awhile through this primitive +domain of thought.</p> + +<p>To such we offer this work, which we have simply +sought to make easy reading, with little further +liberty with Malory's quaint prose than to put it +into a modern dress, and with the hope that no such +complete divorce exists between the world of the +present and that of the past as to render the exploits +of King Arthur and his Round Table Knights dull, +wearisome, and profitless reading, void of the human +interest which they once possessed in such large and +satisfying measure.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p> +<h1>KING ARTHUR</h1> +<h5>AND THE</h5> +<h2>KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE.</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="BOOK_I" id="BOOK_I">BOOK I.</a></h2> + +<h3>HOW ARTHUR WON THE THRONE.</h3> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<h4>THE MAGIC SWORD.</h4> + + +<p>Once upon a time, in that far-off and famous +era of chivalry and knight-errantry when wandering +knights sought adventures far and wide throughout +the land, and no damsel in distress failed to +enlist a valiant champion in her cause, there reigned +over England's broad realm a noble monarch, King +Arthur by name, the flower of chivalry, and the +founder of the world-renowned order of Knights +of the Round Table. It is the story of this far-famed +monarch, and of the wonderful and valorous +deeds of his Knights, that we here propose to tell, +as preserved in the ancient legends of the land, +and set forth at length in the chronicles of the days +of chivalry.</p> + +<p>Before the days of Arthur the King, there reigned +over all England Uther Pendragon, a monarch of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> +might and renown. He died at length in years +and honor, and after his death anarchy long prevailed +in the land, for no son of his appeared to +claim the throne, and many of the lords who were +high in rank and strong in men sought to win it +by force of arms, while everywhere lawlessness and +wrong-doing made life a burden and wealth a deceit.</p> + +<p>But by good fortune there still survived the +famous magician Merlin, the master of all mysteries, +who long had been the stay of Uther's throne, +and in whose hands lay the destiny of the realm. +For after years of anarchy, and when men had +almost lost hope of right and justice, Merlin, foreseeing +that the time for a change was at hand, went +to the Archbishop of Canterbury, and bade him summon +to London by Christmas day all the lords +of the realm and the gentlemen of arms, for on that +day a miracle would be shown by which would be +decided who should be ruler of the kingless realm.</p> + +<p>The summons was issued, and by Christmas-tide +many lords and knights, the flower of England's +chivalry, had gathered in London, most of them +full of ambition and many of them buoyed up by +hope. In the greatest church of that city prayers +went up night and day, all who had been guilty +of wrong-doing seeking to clear their souls of sin; +for all believed that only through God's grace could +any man come to dominion in the realm, and those +who aspired to the throne ardently sought to make +their peace with God.</p> + +<p>On Christmas day, after the hour of matins and +the first mass, came the miracle which Merlin had +predicted; for there suddenly appeared before the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> +high altar in the church-yard a great four-square +block of stone, of the texture of marble, upon which +stood an anvil of steel a foot in height; and through +the anvil and deep into the stone was thrust a +gleaming sword, upon which, in letters of gold, +ran these words, "Whoso pulleth this sword out of +this stone is of right born king of all England."</p> + +<p>Whether Merlin performed this strange thing +by magic, or it was a miracle of God's will, the +chronicles say not, but all who saw it deeply marvelled, +and word of it was brought to the archbishop +in the church.</p> + +<p>"Let no man stir," he enjoined. "This is God's +doing, and must be dealt with gravely and solemnly. +I command that all stay within the church and pray +unto God until the high mass be done. Till then +let no hand touch the sword."</p> + +<p>And so the service went on until its end; but +after it was done the audience hastened to behold +the miracle, and some of the higher lords, who +were ambitious for the throne, laid eager hold upon +the sword and sought with all their strength to +draw it. Yet all in vain they tugged; the mightiest +among them could not stir the deep-thrust blade.</p> + +<p>"The man is not here," said the archbishop, +"who shall draw that sword; but God, in His own +good season, will make him known. This, then, is +my counsel: let us set ten knights, men of fame +and honor, to guard the sword, and let every man +that has faith in his good fortune seek to draw it. +He who is the destined monarch of England will +in time appear."</p> + +<p>New Year's day came, and no man yet had drawn<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> +the sword, though many had adventured. For +that day the barons had ordered that a stately tournament +should be held, in which all knights who +desired to break a lance for God and their ladies +might take part. This was greeted with high +acclaim, and after the services of the day had ended +the barons and knights together rode to the lists, +while multitudes of the citizens of London crowded +thither to witness the knightly sports. Among +those who rode were Sir Hector, a noble lord, who +held domains in England and Wales, and with him +his son Sir Kay, a new-made knight, and his +younger son Arthur, a youth still too young for +knighthood.</p> + +<p>As they rode together to the lists, Kay discovered +that he had forgotten his sword, having left it +behind at his father's lodging. He begged young +Arthur to ride back for it.</p> + +<p>"Trust me to bring it," replied Arthur, readily, +and turning his horse he rode briskly back to his +father's lodging in the city. On reaching the house, +however, he found it fast locked, all its inmates +having gone to the tournament. The young man +stood a moment in anger and indecision.</p> + +<p>"My brother Kay shall not be without a sword," +he said. "I remember seeing in the church-yard +a handsome blade thrust into a stone, and seeming +to want an owner. I shall ride thither and get +that sword. It will serve Kay's turn."</p> + +<p>He accordingly turned his horse and rode back +in all haste. On reaching the church-yard he found +no knights there, all those who had been placed on +guard having gone to the jousting, exchanging duty<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> +for sport. Dismounting and tying his horse, he +entered the tent which had been erected over the +stone. There stood the magic sword, its jewelled +hilt and half the shining blade revealed. Heedless +of the inscription on the polished steel, and ignorant +of its lofty promise,—for the miracle had been kept +secret by the knights,—young Arthur seized the +weapon strongly by the hilt and gave the magic +sword a vigorous pull. Then a wondrous thing +happened, which it was a pity there were none to +see; for the blade came easily out of stone and +steel, as though they were yielding clay, and lay +naked in his hand. Not knowing the might and +meaning of what he had done, and thinking of +naught but to keep his word, the young man +mounted his horse and rode to the field, where he +delivered the sword to his brother Sir Kay.</p> + +<p>"I have brought your sword," he said.</p> + +<p>The young knight started with surprise on beholding +the blade, and gazed on it with wonder and +trepidation. It was not his, he knew, and he recognized +it at sight for the magic blade. But ambition +quickly banished the wonder from his heart, and he +rode hastily to his father, Sir Hector, exclaiming,—</p> + +<p>"Behold! Here is the sword of the stone! I that +bear it am the destined king of England's realm."</p> + +<p>Sir Hector looked at him in doubt, and beheld +the blade he bore with deep surprise.</p> + +<p>"When and how did you obtain it?" he demanded. +"Back to the church! Come with us, +Arthur. Here is a mystery that must be explained."</p> + +<p>Reaching the church, he made Kay swear upon +the book how he came by that weapon, for greatly +he doubted.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span>"I have not said I drew it," Kay replied, sullenly. +"In truth, it was not achieved by me. +Arthur brought me the sword."</p> + +<p>"Arthur!" cried the lord. "Arthur brought +it! How got you it, boy?"</p> + +<p>"I pulled it from the stone," replied the youth. +"Kay sent me home for his sword, but the house +was empty and locked; and as I did not wish my +brother to be without a weapon, I rode hither and +pulled this blade out of the stone. Was there aught +strange in that? It came out easily enough."</p> + +<p>"Were there no knights about it?"</p> + +<p>"None, sir."</p> + +<p>"Then the truth is plain. God's will has been +revealed. You are the destined king of England."</p> + +<p>"I?" cried Arthur, in surprise. "Wherefore +I?"</p> + +<p>"God has willed it so," repeated the baron. +"But I must first learn for myself if you have truly +drawn the sword. Can you put it back again?"</p> + +<p>"I can try," said Arthur, and with an easy +thrust he sunk the blade deeply into the stone.</p> + +<p>Then Sir Hector and Kay pulled at the hilt with +all their strength, but failed to move the weapon.</p> + +<p>"Now you shall try," they said to Arthur.</p> + +<p>Thereupon the youth seized the hilt, and with +a light effort the magic sword came out naked in +his hand.</p> + +<p>"You are our king!" cried Sir Hector, kneeling +on the earth, and Kay beside him.</p> + +<p>"My dear father and brother," cried Arthur in +surprise and distress, "why kneel you to me? Rise, +I pray; it pains me deeply to see you thus."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 269px;"> +<a name="Statue_Pg_24" id="Statue_Pg_24"></a><img src="images/p24.jpg" width="269" height="500" alt="STATUE OF KING ARTHUR AT INNSBRUCK." title="STATUE OF KING ARTHUR AT INNSBRUCK." /> +<span class="caption">STATUE OF KING ARTHUR AT INNSBRUCK.</span> +</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I am not your father nor of your kindred," +rejoined the baron. "I must now reveal the secret +I long have kept. You were brought to me in +infancy, and I and my wife have fostered you as +our own. But you are no son of mine. Who you +truly are I cannot say; that only Merlin the magician +knows. But well I feel assured you are of +nobler blood than I can boast."</p> + +<p>These words filled Arthur with heartfelt pain. +He had long revered the worthy knight as his father, +and it grieved him deeply to learn that those whom +he had so warmly loved were not of kin to him.</p> + +<p>"Sir," said Hector, "will you be my good and +gracious lord when you are king?"</p> + +<p>"You, my father, and your good lady, my +mother,—to whom else in all the world am I so +beholden?" rejoined Arthur, warmly. "God forbid +that I should fail you in whatever you may +desire, if by His will and grace I shall be made +king."</p> + +<p>"This only I ask of you," said the baron: "that +you make Kay, my son and your foster-brother, the +seneschal of all your lands."</p> + +<p>"By the faith of my body, I promise," said +Arthur. "No man but he shall have that office +while he and I live."</p> + +<p>These words said, Sir Hector went to the archbishop +and told him, much to his surprise, of the +marvel that had been performed. By the advice +of the prelate it was kept secret until Twelfth Day, +when the barons came again, and another effort was +made to draw the sword.</p> + +<p>After all had tried and failed, Arthur was brought<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span> +forward, and while many sneered at his youth and +asked why a boy had been brought thither, he seized +the hilt and lightly drew the blade from the stone. +Then all stood aghast in wonder, marvelling greatly +to see a youth perform the feat which the strongest +knights in the kingdom had attempted in vain; +but many beheld it with bitter anger and hostile +doubt.</p> + +<p>"Who is this boy?" they cried. "What royal +blood can he claim? Shall we and the realm of +England be shamed by being governed by a base-born +churl? There is fraud or magic in this."</p> + +<p>So high ran the tide of adverse feeling that the +archbishop finally decided that another trial should +be had at Candlemas, ten knights meanwhile closely +guarding the stone. And when Candlemas day +arrived there came many more great lords, each +eager for the throne; but, as before, of all there +none but Arthur could draw the magic sword.</p> + +<p>Again was there envy and hostility, and another +trial was loudly demanded, the time being fixed for +Easter. This ended as before, and at the demand +of the angry lords a final trial was arranged for +the feast of Pentecost. The archbishop now, at +Merlin's suggestion, surrounded Arthur with a bodyguard +of tried warriors, some of whom had been +Uther Pendragon's best and worthiest knights; for +it was feared that some of his enemies might seek +to do him harm. They were bidden to keep watch +over him day and night till the season of Pentecost, +for there were lords that would have slain him +had they dared.</p> + +<p>At the feast of Pentecost lords and knights gathered<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span> +again, but in vain they all essayed to draw the +magic sword. Only to the hand of Arthur would +it yield, and he pulled it lightly from the stone and +steel in the presence of all the lords and commons. +Then cried the commons in loud acclaim,—</p> + +<p>"Arthur shall be our king! We will have none +to reign over us but him! Let there be no more +delay. God has willed that he shall be England's +king, and he that holdeth out longer against the +will of God that man shall we slay."</p> + +<p>Then rich and poor alike kneeled before Arthur, +hailed him as king, and craved his pardon for their +long delay. He forgave them freely, and taking +the sword between his hands, laid it upon the altar +before the archbishop. This done, he was made a +knight by the worthiest warrior there, and thus +taken into that noble fellowship of chivalry which +he was destined by his valor and virtue to so richly +adorn.</p> + +<p>Shortly afterward Arthur was crowned king, +with great pomp and ceremony, before a noble +assemblage of the lords and ladies of the realm, taking +solemn oath at the coronation to be true king to +lords and commons, and to deal justice to all while +he should live.</p> + +<p>Justice, indeed, was greatly and urgently demanded, +for many wrongs had been done since the +death of King Uther, and numerous complaints +were laid before the throne. All these evils Arthur +redressed, forcing those who had wrongfully taken +the lands of others to return them, and demanding +that all should submit to the laws of the realm. In +compliance with his promise, Sir Kay was made +seneschal of England, while other knights were +appointed to the remaining high offices of the realm, +and all the needs of the kingdom duly provided for. +Thus the famous reign of King Arthur auspiciously +began, with God's and man's blessing upon its early +days.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<h4>ARTHUR'S WARS AND THE MYSTERY OF HIS BIRTH.</h4> + + +<p>After Arthur was crowned king he removed +into Wales, where he gave orders that a great feast +should be held on the coming day of Pentecost, +at the city of Carlion. On the day appointed for +the feast there appeared before Carlion the Kings +of Lothian and Orkney, Gore, Garloth, Carados, +and Scotland, each with a large following of knights. +Their coming greatly pleased King Arthur, who +believed that they desired to do honor to his reign, +and he sent presents of great value to them and to +their knights.</p> + +<p>These they disdainfully refused, sending back a +hostile challenge by the messenger, and saying that +they had not come to receive gifts from a beardless +boy, of ignoble blood, but to present him gifts with +hard swords between neck and shoulder. It was a +shame, they said, to see such a boy at the head of +so noble a realm, and this wrong should be redressed +at their hands.</p> + +<p>On receiving this defiant message, Arthur threw<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> +himself, with five hundred good men, into a strong +tower near Carlion, for he was ill prepared for +attack. There he was closely besieged by his foes, +but the castle was well victualled, and held out +stoutly against its assailants.</p> + +<p>During the siege Merlin appeared suddenly +among the kings, and told them privately who +Arthur really was, assuring them that he was of +nobler blood than themselves, and was destined +long to remain king of England, and to reduce +Scotland, Ireland, and Wales to his sway. Some +of the hostile monarchs believed the magician's +story, but others doubted it, King Lot of Orkney +laughing him to scorn, while some among them +called him a prating wizard.</p> + +<p>But it was agreed that they should hold a conference +with Arthur, they promising if he came out +to them to place no hindrance to his safe return. +Merlin then sought the king and advised him to +accept the conference, telling him that he had nothing +to fear. Thereupon Arthur armed himself, and +taking with him the Archbishop of Canterbury and +several noble knights, went out boldly to meet his +foes.</p> + +<p>The conference was an angry and bitter one, the +kings speaking strongly, and Arthur answering +them with stout words of defiance, in which he +told them plainly that if he lived he would make +them bow to his throne. In the end they parted in +wrath, the kings returning to their camp and Arthur +to the tower.</p> + +<p>"What do you propose to do?" said Merlin to +the kings. "If you take a wise man's advice you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> +will withdraw, for I tell you that you shall not +prevail here, were you ten times as many."</p> + +<p>"We are not the men to be advised by a dream-reader," +answered King Lot. "If you are the wise +man you say, you will take yourself away." At +this reply Merlin magically vanished from among +them, and immediately appeared to King Arthur in +the tower, bidding him boldly to sally forth and +attack his enemies, and trust to fortune and valor +for success. Meanwhile three hundred of the best +knights of the kings had deserted their ranks and +come to join him, much to his comfort, for he had +been greatly outnumbered.</p> + +<p>"Sir," said Merlin, "fight not with the sword +that you had by miracle, till you see things go to +the worst; then draw it out and strike shrewdly +for your throne."</p> + +<p>These words said, Arthur sallied from the tower +at the head of all his knights, and fell fiercely on +the besiegers in their camp. All went down before +his bold assault, the hosts of the hostile kings +retreating in dismay. Great deeds were done that +day, Sir Kay and other knights slaying all before +them, while Arthur laid on nobly, and did such +marvellous feats of arms that all who saw him +wondered greatly, for until now he had been an +untried youth. While the combat thus went on in +Arthur's favor in front, King Lot and others of the +kings made a detour and set fiercely upon his force +from the rear, causing momentary dismay in his +ranks. But Arthur wheeled alertly with his +knights, and smote vigorously to right and left, +keeping always in the foremost press, till his horse<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> +was slain beneath him, and he hurled to the ground.</p> + +<p>King Lot took instant advantage of this, and with +a mighty blow prostrated the unhorsed king. But +his knights hastily surrounded him, drove back his +crowding foes, and set him on horseback again. +And now King Arthur drew the magic sword, and +as he waved it in the air there flashed from it a +gleaming lustre that blinded the eyes of his enemies. +Back they went before him, many of them falling +under his mighty blows, while his valiant knights +followed hotly in the track of the flaming sword, +and the enemy fled in panic fear.</p> + +<p>Then the people of Carlion, seeing the enemy +in retreat, came out with clubs and staves, and +fell upon the defeated host, killing numbers of the +dismounted knights; while the hostile kings, with +such of their followers as remained alive, fled in +all haste from the disastrous field, leaving the victory +to Arthur and his knights.</p> + +<p>Thus ended in victory the first battle of Arthur's +famous reign. It was but the prelude to a greater +one, the mighty deeds of which the chroniclers tell +at great length, but of which we shall give but brief +record. It was predicted by Merlin, who told the +king that he should have to fight far more strongly +for his crown, that the defeated kings would get +others to join them, and would ere long proceed +against him with a mighty force.</p> + +<p>"I warn you," he said to the king and his council, +"that your enemies are very strong, for they +have entered into alliance with four other kings +and a mighty duke, and unless our king obtain +powerful allies he shall be overcome and slain."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span>"What then shall we do?" asked the barons.</p> + +<p>"I shall tell you," said Merlin. "There are two +brethren beyond the sea, both kings, and marvellously +valiant men. One of these is King Ban of +Benwick, and the other King Bors of Gaul. These +monarchs are at war with a mighty warrior, King +Claudas. My counsel then is, that our king ask +the aid of these monarchs in his wars, and engage +in return to help them in their war with their foe."</p> + +<p>"It is well counselled," said the king and his +barons.</p> + +<p>Accordingly two knights with letters were sent +across the seas, and after various adventures reached +the camp of Kings Ban and Bors. These valiant +monarchs gladly responded to Arthur's request, +and, leaving their castles well guarded, came with +ten thousand of their best men to the aid of the +youthful king. Then were held great feasts, and a +noble tournament was given on All-hallowmas day, +at which Sir Kay carried off the honors of the lists +and received the prize of valor.</p> + +<p>But sport had soon to give place to war, for the +hostile kings, now eleven in all, with a host of fifty +thousand mounted men and ten thousand footmen, +were marching upon King Arthur's camp, then +at the Castle of Bedegraine, in Sherwood forest.</p> + +<p>Two nights before the hosts met in battle, one of +the hostile leaders, known as the king with the +hundred knights, dreamed a wondrous dream. It +seemed to him that there came a mighty wind, which +blew down all their castles and towns, and that then +there came a great flood and carried all away. All +who heard this dream said that it was a token of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> +great battle, but by its portent none were dismayed, +for they felt too secure in their strength to heed the +warning of a dream.</p> + +<p>Soon the two armies drew together, and encamped +at no great distance asunder. Then, by advice of +Merlin, a midnight attack was made by Arthur and +his allies upon the host of the eleven kings, as they +lay sleeping in their tents. But their sentinels +were alert, the sound of the coming host reached +their wakeful ears, and loud the cry ran through +the camp:</p> + +<p>"To arms! lords and knights, to arms! The +enemy is upon us! To arms! to arms!"</p> + +<p>On like a wave of war came the force of Arthur, +Ban, and Bors. The tents were overthrown, and all +the valor of the eleven kings was needed to save +their army from defeat. So fiercely went the +assault that by day-dawn ten thousand of their men +lay dead upon the field, while Arthur's loss was +but small.</p> + +<p>By Merlin's advice, while it was yet dark the +forces of Ban and Bors had been placed in ambush +in the forest. Then Arthur, with his own army of +twenty thousand men, set fiercely on the overwhelming +force of the foe, and deeds of mighty prowess +were done, men falling like leaves, and many knights +of tried valor staining the earth with their blood.</p> + +<p>Fiercely went the combat, hand to hand and blade +to blade, till the field was strewn with the dead, +while none could tell how the battle would end. +But when Kings Ban and Bors broke from their +ambush, with ten thousand fresh men, the tide of +battle turned against the foe. Back they went, step<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span> +by step, many of their men taking to flight, and +hundreds falling in death. King Bors did marvellous +deeds of arms. King Ban, whose horse was killed, +fought on foot like an enraged lion, standing among +dead men and horses, and felling all who came within +reach of his sword. As for King Arthur, his +armor was so covered with crimson stains that no +man knew him, and his horse went fetlock deep in +blood.</p> + +<p>When night approached, the hostile force was +driven across a little stream, the eleven warrior +kings still valiantly facing the victorious foe.</p> + +<p>Then came Merlin into the press of struggling +knights, mounted on a great black horse, and cried +to Arthur,—</p> + +<p>"Wilt thou never have done? Of threescore +thousand men this day thou hast left alive but +fifteen thousand, and it is time to cry, Halt! I +bid you withdraw, for if you continue the battle +fortune will turn against you. As for these kings, +you will have no trouble with them for three years +to come, for more than forty thousand Saracens +have landed in their country, and are burning and +despoiling all before them."</p> + +<p>This advice was taken, and the defeated kings +were allowed to withdraw the remnant of their +forces without further harm, while King Arthur +richly rewarded his allies and their knights from +the treasure found in the hostile camp.</p> + +<p>Thus was King Arthur seated firmly on his throne. +But who he was he knew not yet, for the mystery +that lay over his birth Merlin had never revealed. +After the battle Merlin went to his master Bleise,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span> +who dwelt in Northumberland, and told him the +events of the mighty contest. These Bleise wrote +down, word by word, as he did the after-events of +King Arthur's reign, and the deeds of his valiant +knights. And so was made the chronicle of the +great achievements of arms, and the adventures +of errant knights, from which this history is drawn.</p> + +<p>Of some things that Merlin further did we must +here speak. While Arthur dwelt in the castle of +Bedegraine, Merlin came to him so disguised that +the king knew him not. He was all befurred in +black sheepskins, with a great pair of boots and a +bow and arrows, and brought wild geese in his hand, +as though he had been a huntsman.</p> + +<p>"Sir," he said to the king, "will you give me a +gift?"</p> + +<p>"Why should I do so, churl?" asked the king.</p> + +<p>"You had better give me a gift from what you +have in hand than to lose great riches which are +now out of your reach; for here, where the battle +was fought, is great treasure hidden in the earth."</p> + +<p>"Who told you that, churl?"</p> + +<p>"Merlin told me so."</p> + +<p>Then was the king abashed, for he now knew +that it was Merlin who spoke, and it troubled him +that he had not known his best friend.</p> + +<p>Afterward, on a day when Arthur had been hunting +in the forest, and while he sat in deep thought +over a strange dream he had dreamed and some +sinful deeds he had done, there came to him a child +of fourteen years, and asked him why he was so +pensive.</p> + +<p>"I may well be so," replied Arthur, "for I have +much to make me think."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span>"I know that well," said the seeming child, +"also who thou art and all thy thoughts. I can +tell thee who was thy father and how and when +thou wert born."</p> + +<p>"That is false," rejoined the king. "How +should a boy of your years know my father?"</p> + +<p>"He was Uther Pendragon, the king," replied +the seeming boy, "and you are of royal blood."</p> + +<p>"How can you know that? I will not believe +you without better proof," said Arthur.</p> + +<p>At these words the child departed, but quickly +after there came to the king an old man of fourscore +years.</p> + +<p>"Why are you so sad?" asked the old man.</p> + +<p>"For many things," replied Arthur. "Here +but now was a child who told me things which it +seems to me he could not know."</p> + +<p>"He told you the truth," said the old man, "and +would have told you more if you had listened. +This I am bidden to tell you, that you have done +things which have displeased God, and that your +sister shall bear a son who will destroy you and all +the knights of your land. That is the meaning of +your dream in which griffons and serpents burnt +and slew all before them, and wounded you to the +death."</p> + +<p>"Who are you," said Arthur, "that tell me these +things?"</p> + +<p>"I am Merlin," replied the old man. "And I +was the child who came to you."</p> + +<p>"You are a marvellous man," replied Arthur. +"But how can you know that I shall die in battle?"</p> + +<p>"How I know matters not, but this much more<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> +I am bidden to tell you: your death will be a noble +one; but I shall die a shameful death, and shall +be put in the earth alive for my follies. Such is the +voice of destiny."</p> + +<p>While they conversed thus, horses were brought +to the king, and he and Merlin mounted and rode +to Carlion. Here Arthur told Sir Hector what +he had heard, and asked if it were true.</p> + +<p>"I believe it to be the truth," answered the old +baron. "Merlin has told me that the child he +brought to my castle was the son of King Uther +Pendragon and of Queen Igraine, his wife."</p> + +<p>But Arthur was not yet convinced, and sent in +all haste for Queen Igraine, who dwelt in a castle +not far away, and came quickly with Morgan le Fay, +her daughter, a fair lady, and one who had been +taught all the arts of necromancy.</p> + +<p>The king welcomed her with rich cheer, and made +a feast in her honor, without saying why he had +asked her to his court. But when the feast was +at its height, Sir Ulfius, the chamberlain, and a +knight of worth and honor, rose in the midst, and +boldly accused the queen of falsehood and treason.</p> + +<p>"Beware what you say," cried the king. "Those +are strong words, and this lady is my guest."</p> + +<p>"I am well advised of what I say," replied Ulfius, +"and here is my glove to prove it upon any man +who shall deny it. I declare that Queen Igraine +is the cause of your great wars and of deep damage +to your throne. Had she told in the life of King +Uther of the birth of her son you would have been +spared your wars, for most of your barons know +not to-day of what blood you were born. Therefore<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span> +I declare her false to God, to you, and to all +your realm, and if any man shall say me nay I +stand ready to prove it upon his body."</p> + +<p>"I am a woman, and I may not fight," said Queen +Igraine to this. "But there are men here will take +my quarrel. Merlin will bear me witness that it +was King Uther's wish, for reasons of state, that +the birth of my child should be concealed, and if +you seek a traitor you should accuse Uther Pendragon +and not me. At its birth the child was +wrapped in cloth of gold, by order of the king, +and taken from me, and from that day to this I +have not set eyes upon my son."</p> + +<p>"Then," said Ulfius, "Merlin is more to blame +than you."</p> + +<p>"I bowed to the will of my husband," replied +the queen. "After the death of my lord, the Duke +of Tintagil, King Uther married me, and I bore +him a son, but I know not what has become of my +child."</p> + +<p>Then Merlin took the king by the hand and +led him to Queen Igraine.</p> + +<p>"This is your mother," he said.</p> + +<p>Therewith, Sir Hector bore witness how the child +has been brought by Merlin to the postern gate +of his castle, wrapped in cloth of gold, and how he +had reared him as his own son, knowing not who +he was, but full sure he was of high birth.</p> + +<p>These words removed all doubt from Arthur's +mind, and with warm affection he took his mother +in his arms, and kissed her lovingly, while tears +of joy flowed freely from the eyes of mother and +son, for never was gladder meeting than that which +there took place.</p> + +<p>For eight days thereafter feasts and sports were +held at the castle, and great joy fell upon all men +to learn that the son of great Uther Pendragon had +come to the throne. And far and wide the story +spread through the land that he who had drawn +the magic sword was the rightful heir to England's +crown.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<h4>THE LADY OF THE LAKE.</h4> + + +<p>On a day at the end of the feasts given by King +Arthur in honor of his mother, there came into +the court a squire, who bore before him on his horse +a knight that had been wounded unto death. He +told how a stranger knight in the forest had set +up a pavilion by a well, and forced all who passed +to joust with him. This stranger had slain his +master, and he begged that some champion would +revenge the slain knight.</p> + +<p>Then rose Griflet, a youthful squire who had +done good service in the wars, and begged to be +knighted, that he might undertake this adventure.</p> + +<p>"Thou art but young for such a task," said +Arthur.</p> + +<p>"I beseech you for the honor of it," pleaded +Griflet. "I have done you knightly service."</p> + +<p>Thereupon he was knighted and armed, and rode +at day-dawn with a high heart into the forest. +But by night-fall back he came, with a spear-thrust<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> +through his body, and scarce able to sit his horse +for weakness. He had met the knight, and barely +escaped with his life.</p> + +<p>This angered the king, and he determined to +undertake the adventure himself, and to seek to +punish the daring knight who had planted himself, +with hostile purpose, so near his court. By +his order his best armor and horse were set before +day at a point outside the city, and at day-dawn +he met there his squire and rode with him secretly +into the forest.</p> + +<p>On the way thither he met three churls, who +were chasing Merlin and seeking to slay him. The +king rode to them and sternly bade them desist, +and on seeing a knight before them they fled in +craven fear.</p> + +<p>"O Merlin," cried Arthur, "for all your craft +you would have been slain, had I not come to +your aid."</p> + +<p>"Not so. I but played with these churls," said +Merlin. "I could have saved myself easily enough. +You are far more near your end than I, for unless +God be your friend you ride to your death."</p> + +<p>As they conversed they came to the forest fountain, +and saw there a rich pavilion, while under a +cloth stood a fair horse, richly saddled and bridled, +and on a tree was a shield of varied colors and a +great spear. In a chair near by sat an armed +knight.</p> + +<p>"How is it, sir knight," asked the king, sternly, +"that you abide here and force every knight that +passes to joust with you? It is an ill custom, and +I bid you cease it."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span>"He who is grieved with my custom may amend +it if he will," said the knight.</p> + +<p>"I shall amend it," said Arthur.</p> + +<p>"I shall defend it," replied the knight.</p> + +<p>With these words they mounted, placed their +spears in rest, and put their horses to their speed. +Together they came in mid career with such violence +and equal fortune that both spears were +shivered to splinters, but both knights remained +in their saddles. Taking new spears, once more +they rode, and once again met in mid course with +the same fortune as before. Then Arthur set hand +to his sword.</p> + +<p>"Nay," said the knight. "You are the best +jouster of all the men I ever met. For the love +of the high order of knighthood let us break another +spear."</p> + +<p>"I agree," said Arthur.</p> + +<p>Two more spears were brought them, and again +they rode together with all the might and speed +of their horses. Arthur's spear once more shivered +into splinters from point to handle. But the +knight struck him so fairly in the centre of his +shield that horse and man together fell to the earth.</p> + +<p>Then Arthur drew his sword eagerly and cried:</p> + +<p>"Sir knight, I have lost the honor of horseback, +and will fight you on foot."</p> + +<p>"I will meet you on horse," replied the knight.</p> + +<p>Angry at this, Arthur advanced towards him with +ready shield and sword. But the knight, feeling +that he was taking a noble adversary at unfair +advantage, dismounted, and advanced to meet +Arthur on foot.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span>Then began a mighty battle, in which many great +sword-strokes were made, and much blood was lost +by both antagonists. After the affray had long continued +the two warriors by chance struck so evenly +together that their swords met in mid air, and the +weapon of the knight smote that of Arthur into +two pieces.</p> + +<p>"You are in my power," cried the knight. +"Yield you as overcome and recreant, or you shall +die."</p> + +<p>"As for death," said Arthur, "it will be welcome +when it comes, but I had rather die than be +so shamed."</p> + +<p>Thus saying, he leaped upon his foeman, took +him by the middle with a vigorous grip, and threw +him to the earth. Then he tore off his helmet. +The knight, however, was much the larger and +stronger man, and in his turn brought Arthur under +him, deprived him of his helmet, and lifted his +sword to strike off his head.</p> + +<p>At this perilous moment Merlin advanced.</p> + +<p>"Knight, hold thy hand," he cried. "You little +know in what peril you put this realm, or who +the warrior is beneath your sword."</p> + +<p>"Who is he?" asked the knight.</p> + +<p>"He is King Arthur."</p> + +<p>Then would the knight have slain Arthur for +fear of his wrath, and raised his sword again to +do so, but at that moment Merlin threw him into +an enchanted sleep.</p> + +<p>"What have you done, Merlin?" cried Arthur. +"God grant you have not slain this worthy knight +by your craft! I would yield a year of my dominion +to have him alive again."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span>"Do not fear," said Merlin. "He is asleep only, +and will awake within three hours. And this I +shall tell you, there is not a stronger knight in +your kingdom than he, and hereafter he will do you +good service. His name is King Pellinore, and he +shall have two noble sons, whose names will be Percivale +and Lamorak of Wales. And this brave +knight shall, in the time to come, tell you the +name of that son of your sister who is fated to +be the destruction of all this land."</p> + +<p>This being said, the king and the magician departed, +leaving the knight to his magic slumbers. +Soon they reached the cell of a hermit who was +a noted leech, and who, with healing salves, in three +days cured the king's wounds so that he was able +to ride again. As they now went forward, through +forest and over plain, Arthur said,—</p> + +<p>"I have no sword. I shall be ill put to it should +I meet a champion."</p> + +<p>"Heed not that," said Merlin. "That loss will +be soon repaired."</p> + +<p>And so they rode till they came to a lake, a broad +and fair sheet of water, that stretched far before +their eyes. As the king stood and looked upon it, +he saw in its midst, to his deep wonder, an arm +clothed in white samite lift itself above the water, +and in the hand appeared a glittering sword, that +gleamed brightly in the sun's rays.</p> + +<p>"Lo! yonder is the sword I spoke of," said +Merlin.</p> + +<p>Then another wonder met their eyes, for a woman +came walking towards them upon the surface of +the lake.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span>"What damsel is that?" asked Arthur. "And +what means all this wondrous thing?"</p> + +<p>"That is the Lady of the Lake," said Merlin. +"Within that lake is a great rock, and therein is +a palace as fair as any on the earth, and most richly +adorned, wherein this lady dwells. When she comes +to you ask her in courtly phrase for the sword, for +it is hers to give."</p> + +<p>Soon came the damsel to them and saluted +Arthur, who courteously returned her salutation.</p> + +<p>"Fair lady," he said, "what sword is it that +yonder arm holds so strangely above the water? +I would it were mine, for I have lost my weapon."</p> + +<p>"King Arthur," replied the damsel, "the sword +you see is mine. But it shall be yours if you will +promise me a gift when I shall ask it of you."</p> + +<p>"By my faith," rejoined Arthur, "I will give +you whatever gift you may ask, if it be within reason +and justice."</p> + +<p>"Then," said the damsel, "go into the barge +you see yonder and row yourself to the sword, and +take it and the scabbard. As for the gift, I shall +bide my time to ask it."</p> + +<p>Arthur and Merlin now alighted and entered +the boat they saw near by, rowing it to where the +arm in white samite held up the sword. Reaching +boldly out, Arthur grasped the weapon by the +handle, and at once the arm and hand disappeared +beneath the water, leaving the wondrous blade in +his hand, and the scabbard with it.</p> + +<p>When they reached the land again the Lady of +the Lake was gone, and so they mounted and rode +away from that place of magic. Then Arthur +looked upon the sword and much he liked it,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span> for +the blade seemed to him of rare promise.</p> + +<p>"Which like you the better, the sword or the +scabbard?" asked Merlin.</p> + +<p>"The sword," answered Arthur.</p> + +<p>"There you lack wisdom," said Merlin, "for +the scabbard is worth ten of the sword. While you +wear that scabbard you shall never lose blood, however +sorely you be wounded, so take good heed to +keep it always with you."</p> + +<p>So they rode unto Carlion, where Arthur's +knights were glad enough to see him, for his absence +had greatly troubled them. And when they heard +of his adventures they marvelled that he would +risk his person so alone. But all men of worship +said that it was merry to be under a chieftain who +would take upon himself such adventures as poor +knights loved to meet.</p> + +<p>During the absence of the king a messenger +had come to the court from King Ryons of North +Wales, who was also King of Ireland, and of many +islands, bearing a message of most insulting purport. +He said that King Ryons had discomfited +and overcome eleven kings, each of whom had been +forced to do him homage in the following manner: +each had sent him his beard, and the king had +trimmed his mantle with these kings' beards. But +there lacked one place on the mantle, and he therefore +sent for King Arthur's beard to complete the +fringe. If it were not sent him he would enter the +land and burn and slay, and never leave till he had +head and beard together.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Arthur, "you have said your message, +and the most villanous one it is that ever +living man sent unto a king; you may see, moreover, +that my beard as yet is somewhat too young +to serve as a trimming to his mantle. This, then, +you may tell your king. Neither I nor my lords +owe him any homage. But if he shall not before +many days do me homage on both his bended knees, +by the faith of my body he shall lose his head, in +requital for the shameful and discourteous message +that he has sent me. Bear you this answer to +your king."</p> + +<p>And so the messenger departed.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<h4>GUENEVER AND THE ROUND TABLE.</h4> + + +<p>And now we have to tell the story of how King +Arthur got his fair wife Guenever, and how the +Round Table was brought to England's realm.</p> + +<p>After the defeat of the eleven kings, Arthur +had rescued King Leodegrance of Cameliard from +King Ryons, and put the latter with all his host +to flight. And at the court of Leodegrance he +saw his charming daughter Guenever, whom he +ever after loved.</p> + +<p>So it fell upon a time that Arthur said to Merlin,—</p> + +<p>"My barons give me no peace, but day by day +insist that I shall take a wife. But whether I +marry or not,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> I shall take no step without your +counsel and advice."</p> + +<p>"Your barons counsel well," said Merlin. "A +man of your bounty and nobleness should not be +without a wife. Is there any one woman that +you love beyond others?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, by my faith there is," said Arthur. "I +love Guenever, the daughter of King Leodegrance, +of Cameliard, he who has in his house the Round +Table, which you have told me he had of my father +King Uther. This damsel is the loveliest lady that +I know, or could ever hope to find."</p> + +<p>"Of her beauty and fairness no man can question," +said Merlin. "If your heart were not set, +I could find you a damsel of beauty and goodness +that would please you as well. But where a man's +heart is fixed there will he turn against the counsel +of wise and foolish alike."</p> + +<p>"You speak the truth," said Arthur.</p> + +<p>Covertly, however, Merlin warned the king that +Guenever would bring trouble to his court and +his heart, and counselled him to weigh well what +he thought to do. But Arthur's love was warm, +and the wise man's counsel, as he had said, fell +like water on a stone. Thereupon Merlin went to +Cameliard and told King Leodegrance of Arthur's +wish.</p> + +<p>"This is to me," said Leodegrance, "the best +tidings that any man living could bring; that a +monarch of such prowess and nobleness should ask +to wed my daughter. Cheerfully will I give her, +and I would give lands in dowry with her, but of +that he has enough already. Yet I can send him<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> +a gift that will please him far more than lands +or treasure, no less a gift than the Table Round, +which Uther Pendragon gave me, and around which +may be seated a hundred and fifty knights. As +for myself, I have but a hundred knights worthy +to sit at the table, but these I will send to Arthur, +who must complete the tale himself."</p> + +<p>And so, with Guenever, and the Round Table, +and the hundred knights, Merlin set out for London, +where Arthur then was, and whither the noble +cavalcade rode in royal procession through the land.</p> + +<p>When King Arthur heard of their coming his +heart was filled with joy, and he said to those around +him,—</p> + +<p>"This fair lady is very welcome to me, for I +have loved her long. And these knights with the +Round Table please me more than if the greatest +riches had been sent, for I value worth and prowess +far above wealth and honors."</p> + +<p>He ordered the marriage and coronation to be +prepared for in royal pomp, but with no needless +delay.</p> + +<p>"And, Merlin," he said, "I pray you to go and +seek me out fifty knights of the highest honor and +valor, to complete the tale of my Round Table +Knights."</p> + +<p>Merlin went, and in a short time brought twenty-eight +knights whom he deemed worthy of that high +honor, but no more could he find.</p> + +<p>Then the Archbishop of Canterbury was brought, +and he blessed the seats of the Round Table with +great worship and ceremony, and placed the twenty-eight +knights in their chairs. When this was done +Merlin said,—</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 330px;"> +<a name="King_Pg_48" id="King_Pg_48"></a><img src="images/p48.jpg" width="330" height="500" alt="Copyright by Frederick Hollyer, London, England. + +KING ARTHUR'S FAIR LOVE." title="KING ARTHUR'S FAIR LOVE." /> +<span class="caption2">Copyright by Frederick Hollyer, London, England.<br /></span> +<span class="caption">KING ARTHUR'S FAIR LOVE.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span>"Fair sirs, you must all rise and come to King +Arthur and do him homage. For henceforth you +are his chosen knights, and must so declare. And +know you well, that great shall be the future honor +and fame of all who worthily occupy these seats."</p> + +<p>At this request the knights arose, and did homage +to the king. And when they had risen from their +seats there appeared in each in letters of gold the +name of him who had sat therein. But two seats +were wanting from the full tale.</p> + +<p>"What is the reason of this?" asked Arthur. +"Why are there two seats lacking?"</p> + +<p>"Sir," answered Merlin, "no man shall occupy +those places but the most worshipful of knights. +And in the Seat Perilous, which adjoins them, no +man shall sit but one, and if any one unworthy +of this honor shall be so hardy as to attempt it, +he shall be destroyed. He that shall sit there shall +have no fellow."</p> + +<p>Anon came young Gawaine, the son of King Lot, +a squire of handsome mien, who asked of the king +a gift.</p> + +<p>"Ask, and I shall grant it," answered the king.</p> + +<p>"I ask that you make me knight on the day you +wed fair Guenever."</p> + +<p>"That shall I do willingly," said Arthur, "and +with what worship I may, since you are my nephew, +my sister's son."</p> + +<p>[Here it is proper to say that Arthur had three +sisters, the daughters of Queen Igraine and her first +husband, the Duke of Tintagil. One of these, Margawse, +had married King Lot, and had four sons, +all of whom became valiant knights; Elaine, the +second, had married King Neutres of Garlot;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> the +third sister, Morgan le Fay, had been put to school, +where she became learned in the art of necromancy; +of the fourth the chronicles fail to speak.]</p> + +<p>Hardly had Gawaine spoken when there came +riding into the court a poor man, who brought with +him a fair-faced youth, of eighteen years of age, +riding upon a lean mare.</p> + +<p>"Sir, will you grant me a gift?" the old man +asked of the king. "I was told that you would +at the time of your marriage grant any gift that +was asked for in reason."</p> + +<p>"That is true," said the king. "What would +you have?"</p> + +<p>"Jesu save you, most gracious king. I ask nothing +more than that you make my son a knight."</p> + +<p>"It is a great thing you ask," said the king. +"Who are you, and what claim has your son to this +high honor?"</p> + +<p>"I am but a cowherd, great sir, and am the +father of thirteen sons. But this one is unlike +all the rest. He will do no labor, and cares for +nothing but warlike sports, and seeing knights and +battles. And day and night he craves for knighthood."</p> + +<p>"What is thy name?" the king asked the young +man.</p> + +<p>"Sir, my name is Tor."</p> + +<p>The king looked at him closely. He was of handsome +face, and was very well made and strong of +limb and body.</p> + +<p>"Where is the sword with which this youth shall +be made knight?" asked the king.</p> + +<p>"It is here," said Tor.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Then draw it from the scabbard, and require me +to make you a knight."</p> + +<p>At these words the youth sprang lightly and +gladly from his mare, drew the sword, and kneeled +before the king, asking him in earnest tones to +make him a Knight of the Round Table.</p> + +<p>"A knight I will make you," answered the king. +"But the Round Table is not for untried youth."</p> + +<p>Thereupon he smote him upon the neck with the +sword, and said,—</p> + +<p>"Be you a good knight, and I pray God you may +be so. If you prove of prowess and worth I promise +you shall in good time have a seat at the Round +Table."</p> + +<p>"Now, Merlin," said Arthur, "tell me whether +this Tor will be a good knight or not."</p> + +<p>"He should be so," answered Merlin, "for he +comes of kingly blood. The cowherd here is no +more his father than I, but he is the son of the good +knight, King Pellinore, whose prowess you have +much reason to know."</p> + +<p>By good hap King Pellinore himself came next +morning to the court, and was glad to find what +honor had been done his son, whom he gladly +acknowledged as his.</p> + +<p>Then Merlin took Pellinore by the hand and led +him to the seat next the Seat Perilous.</p> + +<p>"This is your place at the Round Table," he +said. "There is none here so worthy as yourself +to sit therein."</p> + +<p>At a later hour of that eventful day, in the city +of London, and at the Church of Saint Stephen,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> +King Arthur was wedded unto Dame Guenever, +with the highest pomp and ceremony, and before +as noble an assemblage of knights and ladies as the +land held.</p> + +<p>Afterwards a high feast was made, and as the +knights sat, each in his appointed place, at the +Round Table, Merlin came to them and bade them +sit still.</p> + +<p>"For you shall see a strange and marvellous +happening," he said.</p> + +<p>Hardly had he spoken before there came running +a white hart into the hall, closely followed by a +white brachet,<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> while thirty couple of black hounds +in full cry came after, and chased the hart round +the feasting boards and then round the Round Table.</p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> A small scenting dog.</p></div> + +<p>As they ran the brachet caught the hart by the +haunch, and bit out a piece, whereupon the wounded +animal made a great leap over a table, and through +a window, with such force as to overthrow a knight. +Through the window the hounds followed, in full +cry.</p> + +<p>The fallen knight quickly rose, took up the +brachet in his arms, and left the hall. Seeking his +horse, he rode away, carrying the brachet with him. +But hardly had he gone when a lady came riding +into the hall on a white palfrey, and crying aloud +to King Arthur,—</p> + +<p>"Sir, suffer not yonder knight to do me this +wrong. The brachet that he has taken away is +mine."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span>She had but ceased speaking when an armed +knight rode up on a great horse, and took her away +by force, though she bitterly cried and called for +aid.</p> + +<p>"This affair must not be taken lightly," said +Merlin to the king. "The honor of your court +requires that you shall redress all wrongs, and +here, at your marriage feast, have great wrongs +been done."</p> + +<p>"What do you advise?" asked the king. "I +shall be governed by your counsel."</p> + +<p>"Then," answered Merlin, "call Sir Gawaine, +for he must bring again the white hart. Also +call Sir Tor, for to him must be assigned the adventure +of the knight and the brachet. As for the +lady and the knight, King Pellinore must bring +them, or slay the knight if he will not come."</p> + +<p>Thereupon they were all three called, and they +armed and rode forth on the errands assigned them. +Many and strange were the adventures of these +valiant knights, but we have matter of more moment +to tell, and so cannot relate their valorous deeds. +We can but say that Gawaine brought back the head +of the hart, and little honor with it, for by an evil +accident he killed a lady, and barely escaped with +life from her champions.</p> + +<p>Sir Tor had better fortune, for he brought the +brachet alive, and won much honor from his deeds.</p> + +<p>King Pellinore was also successful in his quest, +for he brought back the lady in safety, after having +fought with and slain her kidnapper. This lady's +name was Nimue, and of her we shall have many +strange things to tell hereafter.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span>Thus ended the three quests which followed the +marriage of King Arthur and Guenever the fair. +Afterwards the king established his knights, giving +lands to those who were poor, and enjoining all +against outrage, and in favor of mercy and gentleness. +He also bade them to succor all ladies in distress, +and never to engage in a wrongful quarrel, +or to strive for worldly goods.</p> + +<p>Unto this were sworn all the Knights of the +Round Table, old and young. And it was ordained +that they should renew their oaths every year at the +high feast of Pentecost, that their obligations might +never be forgotten, and the honor and renown of +the glorious fellowship of the Round Table never +decline.</p> + +<p>In this manner began, that illustrious career of +the Knights of the Round Table, which was destined +to shed the greatest glory on Arthur's reign, and +to fill the whole world with its fame. Valorous +as were the knights who first composed that noble +order of chivalry, it was afterwards to include such +world-renowned warriors as Lancelot du Lake, Tristram +de Lyonesse, and others of little less prowess, +the story of whose noble exploits and thrilling +adventures was destined to be told by bards and sung +by minstrels till all time should ring with the tale, +and men of honor in far future days be stirred to +emulation of these worthy knights of old.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="BOOK_II" id="BOOK_II"></a>BOOK II.</h2> + +<h3>THE DEEDS OF BALIN.</h3> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<h4>HOW BALIN WON AND USED THE ENCHANTED SWORD.</h4> + + +<p>It befell upon a time when King Arthur was +at London, that tidings came to him that King +Ryons of North Wales was carrying out his threat. +He had crossed the borders with an army, and was +burning and harrying his lands and slaying his +people without mercy. On learning this the king +sent word to his lords and knights to assemble with +all haste at Camelot, where a council would be held +and measures of defence and reprisal taken.</p> + +<p>And it so fell out that while this assembly was +in session at Camelot, a damsel came into the court +who had been sent by the great lady Lile of Avelion. +When she came before King Arthur she let fall her +mantle, which was richly furred, and revealed a +noble sword, with which she was girt.</p> + +<p>"Damsel," said the king in wonder, "why wear +you that sword? It beseems you not."</p> + +<p>"Indeed, sir, it is a sore burden to me," replied +the damsel, "but I must wear it till a knight of the +highest honor and virtue can be found to deliver +me of my charge. None other than such a one +may draw this sword from its sheath, for so it is<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> +ordained. I have been to King Ryons's camp, where +I was told there were knights of high excellence, +and he and all his knights tried it, but in vain. +I have therefore come to your court with my burden, +and hope that the knight fit to draw it may here +be found."</p> + +<p>"This is surely a great marvel," said Arthur. +"I shall try to draw the sword myself; not that +I claim to be the best knight, but as an example +to my barons."</p> + +<p>Then Arthur took the sword by the sheath and +the girdle, and pulled at it eagerly, but it failed +to yield.</p> + +<p>"You need not pull so hard," said the damsel. +"He who shall draw it will need little strength, +but much virtue."</p> + +<p>"Now try ye, all my barons," said Arthur. "But +beware ye be not defiled with shame, treachery, +or guile."</p> + +<p>"That is well advised," said, the damsel, "for +none shall draw it but a clean knight without +villany, and of gentle birth both by father and +mother."</p> + +<p>Then most of the Knights of the Round Table +who were there tried their fortunes, but none +succeeded in the magic task.</p> + +<p>"Alas!" said the damsel, "I hoped to find in +this court the best knights upon earth."</p> + +<p>"By my faith," said Arthur, "the world holds +no better knights; but it grieves me to find that +none here seem to have the grace or power to draw +this sword."</p> + +<p>It happened that at that time there was a poor<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> +knight of Northumberland birth in Arthur's court, +Balin by name. He had been held prisoner there +more than half a year, for slaying a knight who was +cousin to the king, and had just been set free +through the good services of some of the barons, +who knew that he was not at fault in this deed.</p> + +<p>When he learned what was being done his heart +bade him try his fortune, but he was so poor and +so shabbily dressed that he held back in shame. +Yet when the damsel took her leave of Arthur +and his barons, and was passing from the court, +Balin called to her and said,—</p> + +<p>"Suffer me, I pray you, to try this venture. +Though I am poorly clad, and but ill considered, I +feel in my heart that in honor and grace I stand +as high as any of those knights."</p> + +<p>The damsel looked on him with some disdain, +and begged him not to put her to useless trouble, +for he seemed not the man to succeed where so +many of noble guise had failed.</p> + +<p>"Fair damsel," he replied, "you should well +know that worthiness and good qualities do not +dwell in attire, but that manhood and virtue lie +hidden within man's person, not in his dress; and +therefore many a worshipful knight is not known +to all people."</p> + +<p>"You speak wisely," said the damsel. "You +shall essay the task, and may fortune befriend +you."</p> + +<p>Then Balin took the sword by the girdle and +sheath, and drew it out with such ease that king +and barons alike were filled with wonder, and many +of the knights, in spite and jealousy, cried that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> +Balin had done this not by might, but by witchcraft.</p> + +<p>"He is a good knight," cried the damsel, "the +best and worthiest among you all, even if fortune +has dealt with him shabbily. Now, gentle and +courteous knight, give me the sword again."</p> + +<p>"No," said Balin, "I have fairly won this sword, +and well it pleases me. I shall keep it unless it +be taken from me by force."</p> + +<p>"You are not wise to keep it," said the damsel. +"I warn you that if you do so you will slay with +the sword your best friend and the man you most +love in the world, and that it will be your destruction."</p> + +<p>"I shall take such adventure as God may ordain +me," said Balin, "but by the faith of my body I +shall keep the sword."</p> + +<p>"You will quickly repent it," said the damsel. +"It is more for your good than for mine that I +ask it back. I am sad to find that you will not believe +me, and will bring destruction on yourself. +The wilful man makes his own destiny." With this +the damsel departed, in great sorrow.</p> + +<p>Then Balin sent for his horse and his armor, and +made ready to depart, though Arthur begged him +to remain.</p> + +<p>"I knew not your worth," he said, "or you should +not have been so unkindly treated. I was misinformed +concerning you."</p> + +<p>"My heartfelt thanks are yours," said Balin. +"But asking your good grace, I must needs depart."</p> + +<p>"Then tarry not long, fair knight; you shall +always be welcome to my court."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span>So Balin donned his armor and made ready to +depart. But while he still tarried there came to +the court a lady richly attired, and riding on a +handsome horse.</p> + +<p>She saluted King Arthur, and presented herself +as the Lady of the Lake, from whom he had received +the sword, saying that she had now come to +demand the gift which he had promised her whenever +she should ask for it.</p> + +<p>"A gift I promised you, indeed," said Arthur, +"and you do well to ask it. But first I would +know the name of the sword you gave me."</p> + +<p>"The name of it," said the lady, "is Excalibur, +which signifies cut-steel."</p> + +<p>"Then well is it named," said the king. "Now +ask what gift you will. If it is in my power to +present you shall have it."</p> + +<p>"What I ask," said the Lady of the Lake, "is +the head of the knight who has just won the sword, +or of the damsel who brought it; or both their +heads, if you will. He slew my brother, and she +caused my father's death."</p> + +<p>"Truly," said the king, in pain and wonder, +"you ask what I cannot in honor grant. Ask what +you will else and you shall not be denied, but even +a king cannot pay his debts with murder."</p> + +<p>"I shall ask nothing else," said the lady. "Little +deemed I that King Arthur would be recreant to +his word."</p> + +<p>When Balin was told of the demand of the Lady +of the Lake, he went straight to her, where she +stood before the king, and said, "Evil you are in +heart and voice, and evil have ever been. Vile enchantress,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span> +you would have my head, and therefore, +shall lose yours." And with a light stroke of his +sword he smote off her head before the king, so that +it fell bleeding at his feet.</p> + +<p>"What shame is this?" cried Arthur, in hot +wrath. "Why have you dared treat thus a lady to +whom I was beholden, and who came here under +my safe-conduct?"</p> + +<p>"Your displeasure grieves me," said Balin. +"But you know not this lady, or you would not +blame me for her death, for she was of all women +the vilest that ever breathed. By enchantment and +sorcery she has slain many good knights, and I +have sought her during three years, to repay her +for the falsehood and treachery by which she caused +my mother to be burnt."</p> + +<p>"Whatever your grievance, you should not have +sought your revenge in my presence. You have +done me a foul disgrace, sir knight. Leave my +court in all haste while you may, and believe me +you shall be made to repent this insult to my +dignity."</p> + +<p>Then Balin took up the head of the lady, and +meeting his squire at his inn, they rode together +from the town.</p> + +<p>"Now," said the knight, "we must part. Take +this head and bear it to my friends in Northumberland, +and tell them that my mortal foe is dead. +Also tell them that I am out of prison, and by +what adventure I got this sword."</p> + +<p>"You were greatly to blame to displease King +Arthur," said the squire.</p> + +<p>"As for that," said Balin, "I hope to win his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span> +grace again by the death or capture of King Ryons, +whom I go to meet. The woman sought my death, +and has had her just deserts."</p> + +<p>"Where shall I find you again?" asked the +squire.</p> + +<p>"In King Arthur's court."</p> + +<p>And so they parted. Meanwhile King Arthur +and all the court grieved deeply over the death of +the Lady of the Lake, and felt greatly shamed that +they had not hindered the sudden and bloody deed. +And the king ordered that she should have a rich +and stately funeral.</p> + +<p>At this time there was in Arthur's court a knight +named Lanceor, the son of the king of Ireland, a +proud and valiant warrior, who was angry at Balin +for winning the sword, and sought revenge on him. +He asked the king to give him leave to ride after +Balin and revenge the insult to his crown.</p> + +<p>"Go and do your best," said the king. "Balin +has done me a great despite, and richly deserves +punishment."</p> + +<p>Thereupon the knight of Ireland armed and +rode at all speed after Balin, whom he quickly +overtook on a mountain side. He called to him +in loud tones,—</p> + +<p>"Stop, sir knight. You shall halt whether you +will or not, and the shield you bear shall prove +but light defence to you, for I am come to punish +you for your crime."</p> + +<p>Hearing this outcry, Balin turned fiercely, and +demanded,—</p> + +<p>"What do you wish, sir knight? Are you here +to joust with me?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span>"It is for that I have followed you," said the +Irish knight.</p> + +<p>"It might have been better for you to stay at +home," answered Balin. "Many a knight who +thinks to chastise his enemy finds ill fortune to +fall upon himself. From what court have you been +sent?"</p> + +<p>"From the court of King Arthur, to revenge the +insult you put upon him in murdering his guest +before his face."</p> + +<p>"Then must I fight with you," said Balin. "Yet +I warn you your quarrel is a weak one. The lady +that is dead richly deserved her fate, or I should +have been as loath as any knight living to kill a +woman."</p> + +<p>"Make ready," said Lanceor. "Fight we must, +and one of us shall remain dead upon this field. +Our combat is to the utterance."</p> + +<p>Then they put their spears in rest, and rode +together at the full speed of their horses, meeting +with a shock in mid career. Lanceor struck Balin +a blow upon the shield that shivered the spear in +his hand. But Balin smote him with such force +that the spear-point went through shield and hauberk, +and pierced his body, so that he fell dead to +the earth.</p> + +<p>As the victorious knight stood looking on the +corpse of his slain foe, there came from Camelot +a damsel, who rode up at full speed upon a fair +palfrey. When she saw that Lanceor was dead +she fell into a passion of sorrow, and cried out in +tones of deep lamentation,—</p> + +<p>"Oh, Balin, thou hast slain two bodies and one<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> +heart! Yes, two hearts in one body, and two souls +thou hast murdered with thy fatal spear."</p> + +<p>Then she took the sword from her love, and as +she took it fell to the ground in a swoon. When +she arose again her sorrow was so great that Balin +was grieved to the heart, and he sought to take +the sword from her hands, but she held it so firmly +that he could not wrest it from her without hurting +her. Suddenly, before he could move to hinder, +she set the pommel of the sword to the ground and +threw her body upon the naked blade. Pierced +through the heart, she fell dead upon the body of +her slain love.</p> + +<p>"Alas!" said Balin, "that this should have happened. +I deeply regret the death of this knight +for the love of this damsel; for such true love as +this I never saw before. Yet his death was forced +on me, and hers I could not hinder."</p> + +<p>Full of sorrow, he turned his horse, and as he +looked towards a great forest near by he saw a +knight riding towards him, whom he knew, by his +arms, to be his brother Balan.</p> + +<p>When they were met they took off their helmets +and kissed each other, and wept for joy and pity.</p> + +<p>"I little expected to meet you thus," said Balan. +"A man in the Castle of Four Stones told me that +you were freed from prison, and therefore I came +hither in hope to find you at the court."</p> + +<p>Then Balin told his brother of all that had happened +at Camelot, and of the displeasure of the +king, and that he had determined to win Arthur's +favor at the risk of his life.</p> + +<p>"King Ryons lies not far away besieging the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> +Castle Terrabil," he said. "Thither will we ride, +to prove our worth and prowess upon him."</p> + +<p>"I shall be your comrade," said Balan. "We +shall help each other as brethren should, and trust +to God for fortune."</p> + +<p>As they stood conversing there came a dwarf +riding in all haste from Camelot. When he saw +the dead bodies he tore his hair for sorrow.</p> + +<p>"Which of you knights has done this foul deed?" +he demanded.</p> + +<p>"Why do you ask?" queried Balin.</p> + +<p>"Because I have the right to know."</p> + +<p>"It was I," said Balin. "He pursued me hither, +and forced me to fight. One of us had to die. As +for the damsel, she died by her own hand, for which +no man can be sorrier than I. For her sake I +shall owe all women the better love and favor."</p> + +<p>"You have done yourself great damage," said +the dwarf. "The kindred of this knight will follow +you through the world till they have revenged on +you his death."</p> + +<p>"That I do not greatly dread," said Balin. +"But I am sorry to have displeased King Arthur +for the death of this knight; and sorrier still for +the fate of this lovelorn damsel."</p> + +<p>As they thus talked there chanced to pass a king +of Cornwall, named King Mark, who halted on +seeing the dead bodies, and demanded what had +been done. When the tale was told him he was +grieved that true love should have met so sad a +fate, and said, "I shall not leave here till I have +built them a tomb, for they have earned a rich +interment."</p> + +<p>Then he pitched his tents, and buried them nobly, +placing above them a rich and fair tomb which he +found in a church near by, and upon this tomb he +wrote their epitaph, as follows:</p> + +<p>"Here lieth Lanceor, the son of Ireland's king, +who was slain in fair combat by the hands of Balin; +and his lady Colombe, who for deep love and sorrow +slew herself with her true love's sword. May lovers +henceforth make this their place of pilgrimage."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<h4>HOW ARTHUR TRIUMPHED OVER THE KINGS.</h4> + + +<p>While the tomb was being erected over the dead +knight and his love, Merlin appeared at the scene.</p> + +<p>"You have done yourself great harm," he said +to Balin. "Why saved you not this lady?"</p> + +<p>"By the faith of my body, I could not," said +Balin, "she slew herself so suddenly."</p> + +<p>"This must I tell you," said Merlin. "Because +of the death of this lady you shall strike a stroke +the most dolorous that ever man struck, except +the stroke of our Lord; for you shall hurt the +truest knight and the man of most worship that +now lives, and through that stroke three kingdoms +shall be in great poverty, misery, and wretchedness +for twelve years, and the knight you will hurt shall +not be whole of his wound for many years."</p> + +<p>"If I knew that it were true as you say," answered<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span> +Balin, "I would do such a rash deed as to +slay myself to make you a liar. But the future +must reveal itself. I trust no man's predictions."</p> + +<p>Thereupon Merlin suddenly vanished away, leaving +them in deep marvel at his coming and going. +Soon after Balin and his brother took leave of King +Mark.</p> + +<p>"First," said the king, "tell me your name."</p> + +<p>"You see he bears two swords," said Balan. +"You may call him the knight with the two +swords."</p> + +<p>And so King Mark rode towards Camelot, and +the brothers towards Terrabil. As they rode, Merlin +again met them, but now in disguise.</p> + +<p>"Whither do you ride?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Why should we tell you that?" said the +knights.</p> + +<p>"You need not, for I know already. And I +can tell you this. You will gain no advantage +over King Ryons without my counsel."</p> + +<p>"Ah! you are Merlin," said Balin. "Then we +shall be glad of your counsel."</p> + +<p>"Come then with me. But look that you brace +yourself to knightly deeds, for you will have great +need to do so."</p> + +<p>"As for that," said Balin, "we will do what we +can. No knight can do more."</p> + +<p>Then Merlin lodged them in a leafy wood beside +the highway, where they rested till it was near +midnight. He then awakened them and bade them +rise and make ready, for the king they sought was +near at hand. He had stolen away from his host +with threescore of his best knights to visit a lady.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span>"How shall we know the king?" asked Balin.</p> + +<p>"Hereby is a narrow way where you shall meet +him," said Merlin.</p> + +<p>They followed him to the place, where they lay +in ambush till the rattle of harness showed that +the party approached. Then, at Merlin's suggestion, +the two knights rode from their covert and +assailed the king at the head of his followers, wounding +him sorely and hurling him to the ground. +They then, in the darkness, attacked the array of +knights with the fury of lions, slaying more than +forty of them, and putting the remnant to flight.</p> + +<p>This done, they returned to King Ryons where +he lay helpless, and with a threat of death forced +him to yield himself to their grace.</p> + +<p>"Valiant knights, slay me not," he asked. "You +may profit by my life, but can win nothing by +my death."</p> + +<p>"There you speak truly," said they, and lifting +him carefully they placed him on a horse-litter +for conveyance to Camelot.</p> + +<p>Then Merlin vanished and came to King Arthur, +whom he told that his greatest enemy was vanquished +and taken.</p> + +<p>"By whom?" asked the king.</p> + +<p>"By two of the most valorous knights in your +realm. To-morrow you shall learn who they are."</p> + +<p>In good time Balin and his brother came with +the wounded king and delivered him to the porters +at the gates, charging them to bear him to King +Arthur. Then they turned again and departed +in the dawning of the day.</p> + +<p>When King Ryons was brought to the court, +Arthur received him graciously.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span>"Sir king," he said, "you are heartily welcome. +By what adventure came you hither?"</p> + +<p>"By a hard one," said the captive, "as you well +may see."</p> + +<p>"Who won you?" asked Arthur.</p> + +<p>"The knight with the two swords and his +brother," said Ryons. "And knights of marvellous +prowess they are."</p> + +<p>"I know them not," said Arthur, "but none the +less am I deeply beholden to them."</p> + +<p>"I shall tell you," said Merlin. "One of these +knights was Balin, he that won the sword; the +other was Balan, his brother, and as good a knight. +And it is the most sorrowful thing that tongue +can say that neither of these brave knights shall +live long to win the fame of which they are so +worthy."</p> + +<p>"Alas!" said Arthur, "if that be so, it is indeed +a great pity. I am much beholden to Balin, for he +has highly redeemed the despite he did me. I have +not deserved such good service at his hands."</p> + +<p>"He shall do more for you, and that soon," said +Merlin. "I must now depart, for I have duties +elsewhere; but before I go let me warn you to +prepare your forces for battle at once. To-morrow +before noon you will be set upon by a great host, +led by Nero, King Ryons's brother. Therefore make +all haste for your defence."</p> + +<p>Merlin's departure was for a purpose which he +told not to the king. He well knew that King +Lot of Orkney, Arthur's bitterest foe, was marching +to join Nero with a powerful host, and foresaw +that if they fell together on King Arthur he and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> +all his army would be destroyed. The shrewd magician +thereupon repaired to King Lot, and held +him with idle tales of prophecy till Nero and his +people were destroyed.</p> + +<p>For between Nero and Arthur a vigorous battle +was fought, in which many knights won honor and +renown, while King Arthur with his own hand slew +twenty knights and maimed forty. But Balin and +his brother Balan, who came in during the fight, +did such mighty deeds of prowess that all who beheld +them said they fought like angels from heaven or +devils from hell, while Arthur beheld their prowess +with wonder and delight, and vowed that he owed +to them his victory.</p> + +<p>The combat, which took place at the Castle Terrabil, +ended in the complete defeat of Nero, and +the destruction of nearly all his host. Word of +this disaster was brought to King Lot, where he +lay resting with his army.</p> + +<p>"Alas!" he said, "why did I let myself be beguiled? +Had I been there no host under heaven +could have matched us. That false prattler, with +his prophecy, has mocked and befooled me. But +what shall now be done? Shall we treat with +Arthur, or is it wise to fight him with half an +army?"</p> + +<p>"His men are weary with fighting and we are +fresh," said a knight. "Now is the time to set +upon him."</p> + +<p>"So be it, then. And I hope that every knight +will bear himself in the fray as well as I, for it is +no laggard's task we have now before us."</p> + +<p>Then with waving banners and serried spears<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> +they assailed Arthur's weary host. But the Round +Table Knights, with the aid of the two valiant +brothers Balin and Balan, roused themselves vigorously +to the fray, and bore all before them, so that +only where King Lot himself fought did his host +hold its ground. But where he battled in the van +all his men seemed borne up by his valor, and not +a knight met him but was overthrown or forced +back by his prowess.</p> + +<p>Then King Pellinore pushed through the press +of knights and horses, and struck a mighty stroke +at King Lot as he fought at the head of his host. +The sword failed in its aim, but struck the neck +of the king's horse, so that the wounded animal +fell to the ground with its rider. Then Pellinore +struck so furious a stroke that his sword cut King +Lot's helmet in twain, and cleft his head to the +brows, hurling him lifeless to the earth.</p> + +<p>Seeing their king thus slain, all the host of Orkney +turned and fled, and great was the slaughter +in the pursuit. That day there fell in all twelve +kings, who fought with Lot and Nero, and all these +were buried in the church of Saint Stevens at +Camelot.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<a name="King_Pg_70" id="King_Pg_70"></a><img src="images/p70.jpg" width="500" height="306" alt="Copyright by Frederick Hollyer, London, England + +KING ARTHUR'S TOMB." title="KING ARTHUR'S TOMB." /> +<span class="caption2">Copyright by Frederick Hollyer, London, England.<br /></span> +<span class="caption">KING ARTHUR'S TOMB.</span> +</div> + +<p>Of the tombs that were made for these kings that +of King Lot was most richly adorned, and King +Arthur had a tomb prepared for himself beside it. +For this he had made twelve images of brass and +copper, which were gilt with gold. These represented +the twelve kings, and each of them held a +taper of wax, that burned night and day. An image +of King Arthur was also made, in the form of +a statue that stood above the twelve kings with a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> +drawn sword in its hand, while the faces of the +twelve images were those of men that had been +overcome. All these figures were made by Merlin +through his subtle craft.</p> + +<p>"When I am dead," he said to the king, "these +tapers shall burn no longer. Then the end will +be near, and the adventures of the Sangreal shall +be achieved."</p> + +<p>Much more he told the king of the strange events +that would come to pass in the future time; and +further he said,—</p> + +<p>"Look well to the scabbard of Excalibur. You +shall lose no blood while you wear this scabbard, +even though you be covered with wounds."</p> + +<p>Thus admonished, Arthur, in loving trust, took +the scabbard to Morgan le Fay, his sister, and gave +it into her care to keep for him. Much did he peril +in doing so, for Morgan was false at heart, and +proved recreant to her trust, from love for a knight +named Accolan, whom she cherished in her soul +beyond her husband, while she had grown to hate +her brother. She made, by enchantment, another +scabbard like the one given her in trust, and gave +the scabbard of Excalibur to her love. By this +deed of treachery she hoped in her false soul to bring +King Arthur to his death. And well-nigh she +succeeded therein, as shall be told hereafter.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<h4>HOW BALIN GAVE THE DOLOROUS STROKE.</h4> + + +<p>A day or two after King Arthur had placed the +magical scabbard in the hands of his evil-thinking +sister, he grew unwell, and had his tent pitched in +a meadow near Camelot for the benefit of the fresh +air and the green verdure. Here he sought in vain +to sleep, lying long in uneasy wakefulness. As +he thus lay he heard a horse approaching, and looking +through the door of his tent, beheld a knight, +who lamented deeply as he came.</p> + +<p>"Halt! fair sir," cried Arthur. "Tell me the +cause of your sorrow."</p> + +<p>"You can little aid me," said the knight, and +he rode onward without further answer.</p> + +<p>Soon afterward Balin rode up, and on seeing King +Arthur sprang from his horse and saluted him.</p> + +<p>"By my head, you are welcome," said the king. +"A knight has just ridden past here moaning sadly, +but has declined to tell me the cause of his sorrow. +I desire of your courtesy to bring that knight to +me, either by force or good-will, for I wish greatly +to know why he so deeply grieves."</p> + +<p>"That is little to what I should be glad to do +for you," said Balin. He rode on apace, and ere +long found the knight in a neighboring forest in +company with a damsel.</p> + +<p>"Sir knight," he said, "you must come with me +to King Arthur. He demands to see you and learn +the cause of your sorrow."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span>"That I shall not do," said the knight. "It will +injure me greatly, and do no good to you or him."</p> + +<p>"Then you must make ready to fight," said Balin. +"I have my order to bring you willingly or by +force, and I should be loath to have a fight with +you."</p> + +<p>"Will you be my warrant if I go with you?" +asked the knight. "For truly you lead me into +danger."</p> + +<p>"Yes. And I shall die rather than let you come +to harm, if it is in my power to avert it."</p> + +<p>This said, the knight turned and rode back with +Balin, accompanied by the damsel. But as they +reached King Arthur's pavilion a strange thing +happened. A spear was thrust through the body +of the knight, inflicting a mortal wound. Yet +the hand and form of him who did this fatal deed +remained unseen.</p> + +<p>"Alas!" said the knight, "it is as I feared. +Under your conduct and guard I have been slain +by a traitorous knight called Garlon, who through +enchantment rides invisible, and does such deeds +as this. My day is done. As you are a true knight, +I charge you to take my horse, which is better than +yours, and ride with this damsel on the quest which +for me is at an end. Follow as she will lead, and +revenge my death when best you may."</p> + +<p>"That shall I do," said Balin. "Upon the honor +of knighthood I vow to follow your quest, and to +revenge you on this false foe, or die as you have +done."</p> + +<p>Then, leaving the king, Balin rode with the +damsel, who bore with her the truncheon of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span> +spear with which the knight had been killed. After +they had gone, King Arthur had the knight buried +richly and honorably, and had written upon the +tomb his name, Herleus de Berbeus, and how he +came to his death through the treachery of the +invisible knight Garlon.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Balin and the damsel rode onward +until they found themselves in a forest. Here +they met a knight engaged in hunting, who asked +Balin why he showed such grief.</p> + +<p>"That I do not care to tell," said Balin.</p> + +<p>"You should if I were armed as you are, for +your answer is too curt to be courteous."</p> + +<p>"My story is not worth fighting for," answered +Balin. "I will tell you if you so greatly desire to +know." He thereupon told him the fatal event +which had just occurred, and that he mourned +the untimely death of the knight who had been +so treacherously slain.</p> + +<p>"This is a sad story," said the knight. "As I +am a true cavalier I will go with you on your quest, +and leave you not while life lasts."</p> + +<p>Then he went with Balin to his inn, armed himself, +and rode forth with him. But as they passed +by a hermitage near a church-yard the invisible +knight Garlon came again, and smote Balin's companion +through the body, as he had done to Herleus +before.</p> + +<p>"Alas!" cried the knight. "I too am slain by +this invisible traitor, who does murder at will under +cover of enchantment."</p> + +<p>"It is not the first despite the wretch has done +me," cried Balin. "Could I see him I would soon<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span> +repay this outrage. I am bound by the honor of +a knight to a double revenge on this unworthy +caitiff."</p> + +<p>He and the hermit thereupon buried the slain +knight, Perin de Mountbeliard, under a rich stone +in a noble tomb, inscribing thereon the cause of +his death.</p> + +<p>In the morning the knight and damsel proceeded +on their quest, and in good time found themselves +before a castle, which rose high and broad by the +roadside. Here Balin alighted, and he and the +damsel turned towards the castle, with purpose to +enter. But as Balin entered in advance the portcullis +was suddenly let fall behind him, cutting him +off from his companion. Immediately a number +of men assailed the damsel with drawn swords.</p> + +<p>When Balin saw this treacherous proceeding his +soul burned within him. What to do at first he +knew not. Then he ran hastily into the gate tower, +and leaped, all armed, over the wall into the ditch. +Finding himself unhurt, he drew his sword and +rushed furiously upon the armed men who surrounded +his companion.</p> + +<p>"Traitors and dogs!" he cried. "If you are +eager for fight, I will give you your fill."</p> + +<p>"We cannot fight you," they answered. "We +do nothing but keep the old custom of the castle."</p> + +<p>"What is that?" asked Balin. "It is an ill +custom, methinks, that thus displays itself."</p> + +<p>"Our lady is sick, and has lain so for many +years. Nothing will cure her but a dish full of +blood from a maid and a king's daughter. It is, +therefore, the custom that no damsel shall pass<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> +this way without leaving a silver dish full of blood."</p> + +<p>"That is for the damsel to say," replied Balin. +"If she chooses to bleed for the good of your lady +she may, but her life shall not be taken while +mine lasts."</p> + +<p>The damsel thereupon yielded a dish full of her +blood, but it helped not the lady. She and Balin +rested in the castle for the night, where they had +good cheer. In the morning they proceeded again +on their quest.</p> + +<p>Three or four days now passed without adventure. +At the end of that time the knight and +damsel found lodging in the house of a rich gentleman, +the owner of a fair estate. As they sat at +supper Balin was moved by the grievous complaints +of one who sat beside him, and asked his host the +cause of this lamentation.</p> + +<p>"It is this," said the host. "I was lately at a +tournament, where I twice overthrew a knight who +is brother to King Pellam. He threatened to +revenge his defeat on my best friend, and has done +so by wounding my son. The hurt is a grievous +one, and cannot be cured till I have some of that +knight's blood; but how to find him I know not, +for his name is unknown to me, and he always rides +invisible."</p> + +<p>"Aha!" cried Balin, "has that treacherous dog +been at his murderous work again? I know his +name well. It is Garlon, and he has lately slain +two knightly companions of mine in the same base +manner. I should rather meet with that invisible +wretch than have all the gold in this kingdom. +Let me see him once and he or I dies."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span>"I shall tell you what to do, then," said the +host. "King Pellam of Listeneise has announced a +great feast, to be given within twenty days, to +which no knight can come unless he brings with +him his wife or his love. That false knight, your +enemy and mine, will be there, and visible to +human eyes."</p> + +<p>"Then, as I am a true knight," cried Balin, +"you shall have of his blood enough to twice heal +your son's wound, if I die in the getting it."</p> + +<p>"We shall set forward to-morrow," said the host, +"and I hope it may be as you say."</p> + +<p>In the morning they rode towards Listeneise, +which it took them fifteen days to reach, and where +the great feast began on the day of their arrival. +Leaving their horses in the stables, they sought +to enter the castle, but Balin's companion was refused +admittance, as he had no lady with him. +Balin, however, having the damsel with him, was +at once received, and taken to a chamber where he +laid aside his armor and put on rich robes which +the attendants brought him. They wished him to +leave his sword, but to this he objected.</p> + +<p>"It is the custom of my country," he said, "for +a knight always to keep his weapon with him. This +custom shall I keep, or depart as I came."</p> + +<p>Hearing this, they objected no longer to his wearing +his sword, and he thereupon entered the feasting +chambers with his lady companion. Here he found +himself among many worshipful knights and fair +ladies.</p> + +<p>Balin, after looking carefully round him, asked +a guest,—</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span>"Is there not a knight in this good company +named Garlon?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. Yonder knight is he, the one with the +dark face. And let me tell you that there is no +more marvellous knight living. He has the power +of going invisible, and has destroyed many good +knights unseen."</p> + +<p>"I have heard of this," said Balin. "A marvellous +gift, indeed. This, then, is Garlon? Thanks +for your information."</p> + +<p>Then Balin considered anxiously what had best +be done. "If I slay him here my own life will +pay the forfeit," he said to himself. "But if I +let him escape me now it may be long before I +have such an opportunity, and in the meanwhile +he may do much harm."</p> + +<p>As he stood thus reflecting, with his eyes fixed +on Garlon's face, the latter observed his close and +stern regard. In haughty anger he came to him +and smote him on the face with the back of his +hand.</p> + +<p>"Sir knight," he said, "take that for your impertinent +stare. Now eat your meat, and do what +you came here for. Hereafter learn to use your +eyes to better purpose."</p> + +<p>"You dog!" cried Balin, "this is not your first +insult to me. You bid me do what I came for. +It is this." As he spoke he rose furiously from +his seat, drew his sword, and with one fierce blow +clove Garlon's head to the shoulders.</p> + +<p>"That is my errand here," cried Balin to the +guests. "Now give me the truncheon," he said +to the damsel, "with which he slew your knight."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span>She gave it to him, and Balin thrust it through +Garlon's body, exclaiming,—</p> + +<p>"With that truncheon you killed a good knight, +and with this blow I revenge him."</p> + +<p>Then he called his late host, who had by this +gained entrance to the feast, and said,—</p> + +<p>"Here lies your foe. Take with you enough of +his blood to heal your son."</p> + +<p>All this had happened so quickly that none had +time to interfere, but the knights now sprang +hastily from their seats, and rushed from the hall +for their weapons, that they might revenge their +slain companion. Among them rose King Pellam, +crying furiously,—</p> + +<p>"Why have you killed my brother! Villain and +murderer, you shall die for this!"</p> + +<p>"Here I stand," said Balin. "If you wish +revenge, seek it yourself. I stand in my defence."</p> + +<p>"It is well said," cried the king. "Stand back, +all. For the love I bore my brother I will take +his revenge on myself. Let no one interfere. This +murderer is mine."</p> + +<p>Then King Pellam snatched up a mighty weapon +and struck fiercely at Balin, who threw up his own +sword in guard. He was in time to save his head, +but the treacherous blade went into pieces beneath +the stroke, leaving him unarmed before the furious +king.</p> + +<p>Balin, finding himself thus in danger of death, +ran into a neighboring chamber in search of a +weapon, closely pursued by his enraged adversary. +Finding none there, he ran on from chamber to +chamber, seeking a weapon in vain, with King<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> +Pellam raging like a maddened lion behind him.</p> + +<p>At length Balin entered a rich and marvellously +adorned chamber, within which was a bed covered +with cloth of gold of the noblest texture, and in +this bed a person lay. Near by was a table with +a top of solid gold and four curiously-shaped pillars +of silver for its legs, while upon it stood a mighty +spear, whose handle was strangely wrought, as +though it had been made for a mighty king.</p> + +<p>But of all this marvel and magnificence Balin +saw only the spear, which he seized at once with +a strong grip, and turned with it to face his adversary. +King Pellam was close at hand, with sword +uplifted for a fatal stroke, but as he rushed in +blind rage forward Balin pierced his body with the +spear, hurling him insensible to the floor.</p> + +<p>Little dreamed the fated warrior of all that thrust +portended. The spear he used was a magical +weapon, and prophecy had long declared that the +deadliest evil should come from its use. King +Pellam had no sooner fallen beneath that fatal +thrust than all the castle rocked and tottered as if +a mighty earthquake had passed beneath its walls, +and the air was filled with direful sounds. Then +down crushed the massive roof, and with a sound +like that of the trumpet-blast of disaster the strong +walls rent asunder, and rushed downward in a +torrent of ruin. One moment that stately pile +lifted its proud battlements in majesty toward the +skies; the next it lay prostrate as though it had +been stricken by the hand of God to the earth.</p> + +<p>Men say who saw it that when fell that fatal +blow—thereafter to be known in history and legend +as the "dolorous stroke"—the castle shivered like +a forest struck by a strong wind, and then fell with +a mighty crash, burying hundreds beneath its walls. +Among these were Balin and King Pellam, who +lay there for three days without aid or relief, in +deep agony and peril of death.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<h4>THE FATE OF BALIN AND BALAN.</h4> + + +<p>At the end of the three days came Merlin, who +rescued Balin from under the ruined walls.</p> + +<p>"Your horse is dead," he said, "but I have +brought you another, and the sword you won in +Arthur's hall. My counsel is that you ride out of +this country with all speed; for little you know +the evil you have done."</p> + +<p>"The damsel I brought hither must go with +me," said Balin.</p> + +<p>"She shall never go farther," answered Merlin. +"The damsel is dead, and with her many a good +knight and fair lady. That blow of yours was the +fatalest ever struck, as you may see in the ruin +of this castle, and as you will see further when +you ride abroad through this distracted country."</p> + +<p>"What have I done?" cried Balin. "How could +I know that such dread disaster dwelt within that +spear? Who was he that lay within the bed, and +what does this strange thing portend?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span>"You did but what destiny commanded," said +Merlin. "It is fate, not you, that is at fault. Let +me tell you the meaning of this mighty and terrible +event, which destiny has thrown into your hands. +He who lay in that rich bed was Joseph of Arimathea, +who came years ago into this land, and +bore with him part of the blood of our Lord Jesus +Christ. And that spear was the same fatal weapon +with which Longius smote our Lord to the heart. +King Pellam was nigh akin to Joseph of Arimathea, +and great pity is it of his hurt, for that stroke has +filled the land with trouble, grief, and mourning. +As for King Pellam, he shall lie for many years +in sore pain from the wound you dealt him, and +shall never be whole again until Galahad, the high +prince, shall heal him when he comes this way in +the quest of the Sangreal."</p> + +<p>These words said, Balin mounted his horse, and +departed in deep grief for the harm he had wrought, +saying to Merlin as he left, "In this world we +shall never meet again, for I feel that destiny +has marked me for its victim." But little knew he +the full effects of that fatal blow till he rode forth +through the land. Then as he went through the +once fair cities and fertile country he saw the people +lying dead on every side, and cities and lands in +ruin together. Few remained alive of all the inhabitants +of that populous realm, and as he passed +these cried out to him,—</p> + +<p>"Oh, Balin, terrible is the harm that thou hast +done to this innocent land! Three countries lie +destroyed through the dolorous stroke thou gavest +unto King Pellam. Woe to thee for this dread<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> +deed! Thou hast escaped alive, yet doubt not but +the vengeance of heaven will fall on thee at last!"</p> + +<p>Great was the grief and suffering with which +the good knight heard these words, and glad at heart +was he when at length he left behind him that land +of woe and ruin, to which his innocent hand had +wrought such deadly harm.</p> + +<p>But as he rode onward the feeling came to him +that his end was at hand, though this grieved him +little, for he felt as one set apart to do heaven's +work of destiny. And for eight days thereafter he +rode over many leagues of strange country without +adventure.</p> + +<p>At length came a day when he saw before him, +by the roadside, a cross, on which in letters of gold +was written, "It is not wise for any knight alone +to ride towards this castle," Then he saw a white-haired +old man approach, who said,—</p> + +<p>"Balin le Savage, you pass your bounds to come +this way. Turn again, if you would leave this place +in safety."</p> + +<p>With these words he vanished, and as he did so +there rang on the air a bugle-blast like that blown +for the death of a beast of the chase.</p> + +<p>"That blast is blown for me," said Balin. "I +am the prize of the invisible powers. I am not +yet dead, but they claim me for their own."</p> + +<p>As he stood lost in deep thought there came +trooping from the castle, which he now saw in the +distance, a hundred fair ladies and many knights, +who welcomed him with great show of gladness, +and led him with them to the castle, where he found +dancing and minstrelsy, and all manner of sport<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> +and pleasure. As he stood observing all this the +chief lady of the castle said to him,—</p> + +<p>"Knight of the two swords, there is a custom +of this castle which all who come here must keep. +Hereby is an island which is held by a knight, and +no man can pass this way unless he joust with him."</p> + +<p>"That is an unhappy custom," said Balin. +"Why should every traveller be forced to fight?"</p> + +<p>"You shall have to do with but one knight," +said the lady.</p> + +<p>"That troubles me little," said Balin. "I and +my horse are both weary from our journey, but I +am not weary at heart, and, if fight I must, I am +ready to do it now. If death comes to me, it will +not come unwelcome."</p> + +<p>"Your shield does not seem to be a good one," +said a knight. "Let me lend you a larger one."</p> + +<p>Balin took the proffered shield and left his own, +and rode to the island, where he and his horse were +taken over in a great boat. On reaching the island +shore he met a damsel, who said in sorrowful +accents,—</p> + +<p>"O Knight Balin, why have you left your own +shield? Alas! you have put yourself in great +danger. Had you borne your own you would have +been known. It is a great pity that a knight of +your prowess and hardiness should fight unknown."</p> + +<p>"I repent that I ever came into this country," +said Balin. "But now that I am here I shall not +turn again, and whatever comes to me, be it life or +death, I shall take it as my lot."</p> + +<p>Then he mounted and rode into the island, in +whose midst he saw a castle, from which rode a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span> +knight wearing red armor, and mounted on a horse +which bore trappings of the same color. The warriors +looked at each other, but neither knew the +other, though the two swords that Balin wore should +have revealed him, had not he borne a shield of +strange device.</p> + +<p>Then, couching their spears, the hostile knights +rode together at the full speed of their war-horses, +meeting with such mighty force and equal fortune +that both horses went down, and both knights were +hurled to the earth, where they lay in a swoon.</p> + +<p>Balin was sorely bruised and weary with travel, +and the red knight was the first to gain his feet. +But as he advanced with drawn sword, Balin sprang +up and met him with ready shield, returning his +blow with such force that he cut through his shield +and cleft his helmet.</p> + +<p>And now began the mightiest battle that island +had ever beheld. As they fought, Balin looked at +the castle and saw that its towers were full of ladies +who were watching the deadly contest, and who +applauded each blow as though this combat was +meant for their sport. The valiant knights fought +till their breath failed, and then took rest and +fought again, until each was sorely wounded and +the spot upon which they stood was deeply stained +with blood.</p> + +<p>They fought on until each of them had seven +great wounds, the least of which might have brought +death to the mightiest giant of the world. But +still the terrible sword-play continued, until their +coats of mail were so hewn that they stood unarmed, +and the blood poured piteously from their veins.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> +At length the red knight withdrew a little and lay +down. Then said Balin,—</p> + +<p>"Tell me what knight you are. For never did +I meet a man of your prowess before."</p> + +<p>"I am Balan," was the answer, "brother to the +good knight Balin."</p> + +<p>"Alas!" cried Balin, "that ever I should see +this day!" and he fell to the earth in a swoon.</p> + +<p>Then Balan dragged himself up on his hands +and feet, and took off his brother's helmet, but the +face was so scarred and blood-stained that he did +not know it. But when Balin came to himself he +cried,—</p> + +<p>"Oh, Balan, my brother, thou hast slain me, and +I thee! Fate has done deadly work this day."</p> + +<p>"Heaven aid me!" cried Balan. "I should +have known you by your two swords, but your shield +deceived me."</p> + +<p>"A knight in the castle caused me to leave my +own shield," said Balin. "If I had life enough +left me I would destroy that castle for its evil +customs."</p> + +<p>"And I should aid you," said Balan. "They +have held me here because I happened to slay a +knight that kept this island. And if you had slain +me and lived, you would have been held in the same +way as their champion."</p> + +<p>As they thus conversed there came to them the +lady of the castle, with four knights and six ladies +and as many yeomen. The lady wept as she heard +them moan that they as brothers had slain each +other, and she promised them that they should be +richly entombed on the spot in which the battle had +been fought.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span>"Now will you send for a priest," asked Balan, +"that we may receive the sacrament?"</p> + +<p>"It shall be done," said the lady.</p> + +<p>And so she sent for a priest and gave them the +rites of the church.</p> + +<p>"When we are buried in one tomb," said Balin, +"and the inscription is placed over us telling how +two brothers here slew each other in ignorance +and valor, there will never good knight nor good +man see our tomb but they will pray for our souls, +and bemoan our fate."</p> + +<p>At this all the ladies wept for pity. Soon after +Balan died, but Balin lived till midnight. The +lady thereupon had them both richly buried, and +the tomb inscribed as they had asked, though she +knew not Balin's name.</p> + +<p>But in the morning came the magician Merlin, +who wrote Balin's name upon the tomb in letters +of gold, as follows: "Here lieth Balin le Savage, +the knight with the two swords, and he that smote +the Dolorous Stroke."</p> + +<p>More than this did Merlin, through this magic +art. In that castle he placed a bed, and ordained +that whoever should lie therein would lose his wits. +And he took the sword which Balin had won from +the damsel, and removed its pommel, placing upon +it another pommel. Then he asked a knight beside +him to lift that sword, but he tried to do so in vain.</p> + +<p>"No man shall have power to handle that sword," +said Merlin, "but the best knight in the world; +and that shall be Sir Launcelot, or his son Sir +Galahad. And Launcelot with this sword shall slay +Sir Gawaine, the man he loves best in the world."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> +All this he wrote in the pommel of the sword.</p> + +<p>Then Merlin built to the island a bridge of steel +and iron that was but half a foot broad, and +ordained that no man should cross that bridge unless +he were of virtuous life and free from treachery +or evil thoughts and deeds.</p> + +<p>This done, Merlin by magical skill fixed Balin's +sword in a block of marble as great as a millstone, +and set it afloat upon the stream in such a way +that the sword always stood upright above the +water. And for years this stone swam down the +stream, for no man could take it from the water +or draw the sword, until in time it came to the +city of Camelot (which is in English Winchester), +where the sword was drawn, and many strange +things followed thereupon, as shall be hereafter +related.</p> + +<p>Soon after this was done, Merlin came to King +Arthur and told him the story of the dolorous +stroke which Balin had given to King Pellam, and +of the marvellous battle Balin and Balan had +fought, and how they were buried in one tomb.</p> + +<p>"Alas!" cried Arthur, "I never heard a sadder +tale. And much is the loss to knighthood and chivalry, +for in the world I know not two such knights."</p> + +<p>Thus endeth the tale of Balin and Balan, two +brethren born in Northumberland, good knights.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2> + +<h4>MERLIN'S FOLLY AND FATE.</h4> + + +<p>And now we have again a tale of disaster to tell, +namely, how Merlin the wise fell into love's dotage, +and through folly brought himself to a living death, +so that thenceforth he appeared no more upon the +earth, and his wise counsels were lost to Arthur +and his knights.</p> + +<p>For the old magician, who had so long kept free +from love's folly, became besotted with the damsel +named Nimue, she whom King Pellinore had +brought to the court on his quest at Arthur's +marriage.</p> + +<p>Merlin quite lost his wits and wisdom through +his mad passion for this young lady, to whom he +would give no rest, but followed her wherever she +went. The shrewd damsel, indeed, encouraged her +doting lover, for he was ready to teach her all the +secrets of his art, so that in time she learned from +him so much of his craft that she became skilled in +necromancy beyond all enchantresses of her time.</p> + +<p>The wise magician knew well that his end was +at hand, and that the woman whom he loved would +prove his ruin, but his doting passion was such +that he had no strength of mind to resist. He came +thereupon unto King Arthur, and told him what +he foresaw, and which it was not in his power to +prevent; and warned him of many coming events, +that he might be prepared for them when Merlin +was with him no more.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 305px;"> +<a name="Merlin_Pg_89" id="Merlin_Pg_89"></a><img src="images/p89.jpg" width="305" height="500" alt="MERLIN AND NIMUE." title="MERLIN AND NIMUE." /> +<span class="caption">MERLIN AND NIMUE.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span>"I have charged you," he said, "to keep in your +own hands the sword Excalibur and its scabbard, +yet well I know that both sword and scabbard +will be stolen from you by a woman whom you +foolishly trust, and that your lack of wisdom will +bring you near to your death. This also I may +say, you will miss me deeply. When I am gone +you would give all your lands to have me again. +For Merlin will find no equal in the land."</p> + +<p>"That I well know already," said the king. +"But, since you foresee so fully what is coming +upon you, why not provide for it, and by your craft +overcome it?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Merlin, "that may not be. Strong +I am, but destiny is stronger. There is no magic +that can set aside the decrees of fate."</p> + +<p>Soon afterwards the damsel departed from the +court, but her doting old lover followed her wherever +she went. And as he sought to practise upon +her some of his subtle arts, she made him swear, if +he would have her respond to his love, never to perform +enchantment upon her again.</p> + +<p>This Merlin swore. Then he and Nimue crossed +the sea to the land of Benwick, the realm of King +Ban, who had helped King Arthur so nobly in his +wars, and here he saw young Lancelot, the son +of King Ban and his wife Elaine, who was in the +time to come to win world-wide fame.</p> + +<p>The queen lamented bitterly to Merlin the mortal +war which King Claudas made upon her lord and +his lands, and the ruin that she feared.</p> + +<p>"Be not disturbed thereby," said Merlin. "Your +son Lancelot shall revenge you upon King Claudas,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> +so that all Christendom shall ring with the story +of his exploits. And this same youth shall become +the most famous knight in the world."</p> + +<p>"O Merlin!" said the queen, "shall I live to +see my son a man of such prowess?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, my lady and queen, this you shall see, and +live many years to enjoy his fame."</p> + +<p>Soon afterwards Merlin and his lady-love returned +to England and came to Cornwall, the magician +showing her many wonders of his art as they +journeyed. But he pressed her so for her love that +she grew sorely weary of his importunate suit, +and would have given aught less than her life to +be rid of him, for she feared him as one possessed +of the arts of the foul fiend. But say or do what +she would, her doting lover clung to her all the +more devotedly, and wearied her the more with +his endless tale of love.</p> + +<p>Then it came to pass that as they wandered +through Cornwall, and Merlin showed her all the +wonders of that land, they found themselves by a +rocky steep, under which he told her was a wonderful +cavern that had been wrought by enchantment +in the solid rock, its mouth being closed by a +mighty mass of stone.</p> + +<p>Here, with all her art of love, and a subtle show +of affection, the faithless damsel so bewitched Merlin +that for joy he knew not what he did; and at +her earnest wish he removed by his craft the stone +that sealed the cavern's mouth, and went under it +that he might show her all the marvels that lay +there concealed.</p> + +<p>But hardly had he entered when, using the magic<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> +arts which she had learned from him, the faithless +woman caused the great stone to sink back with +a mighty sound into its place, shutting up the +enchanter so firmly in that underground cavern that +with all his craft he could never escape. For he +had taught her his strongest arts of magic, and do +what he would he could never move that stone.</p> + +<p>This faithless act performed, the damsel departed +and left Merlin a prisoner in the rock. She alone +of all the world could set him free, and that she +would not do, but kept her secret, and thanked +heaven for her deliverance.</p> + +<p>And so Merlin, through his doting folly, passed +out of the world of men into a living tomb.</p> + +<p>Long days and months passed before his fate was +known, and then chance brought to his cavern +prison a valiant knight named Bagdemagus, who +had left Arthur's court in anger because Sir Tor +was given a vacant seat at the Round Table which +he claimed as his due.</p> + +<p>As he wandered through that part of Cornwall in +quest of adventures, he came one day past a great +rock from which dire lamentations seemed to issue. +Hearing those woeful sounds, Bagdemagus sought +to remove the stone that closed the cavern's mouth, +but so firmly was it fixed by enchantment that a +hundred men could not have stirred it from its +place.</p> + +<p>"Strive no longer," came a voice from within. +"You labor in vain."</p> + +<p>"Who is it that speaks?" asked the knight.</p> + +<p>"I am Merlin, the enchanter; brought here by +my doting folly. I loved not wisely but too well;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span> +and here you find me, locked in this cliff by my +strongest spells, which in love's witlessness I taught +to a woman traitor. Go now, worthy sir, and leave +me to my fate."</p> + +<p>"Alas! that this should be! Tell me who did +this thing, and by what dismal chance, that I may +tell the king."</p> + +<p>Then Merlin related the story of his folly and +fate, in the end bidding the knight to leave him, +for only death could free him from that prison.</p> + +<p>Hearing this, Bagdemagus departed, full of sorrow +and wonder, and after many days returned to +Arthur's court, where he told the story of the magician's +fate. Great was the marvel of all and the +grief of the king on learning this, and much he +besought Nimue to set Merlin free. But neither +threats nor entreaties could move her obdurate +heart, and at length she left the court in anger +and defiance, vowing that she would never set free +her old tormentor.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="BOOK_III" id="BOOK_III"></a>BOOK III.</h2> + +<h3>THE TREASON OF MORGAN LE FAY.</h3> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<h4>THE ADVENTURE OF THE ENCHANTED SHIP.</h4> + + +<p>On a day not long after the event of Balin's +death, it befell that Arthur and many of his knights +went out hunting in a great forest, where, as fortune +willed, King Arthur, Sir Accolan of Gaul, +and King Uriens, who had wedded Morgan le Fay, +followed far on the track of a great hart, which led +them astray till they were ten miles distant from +their late companions.</p> + +<p>They were all well mounted, but so hot was the +chase, and so far did it lead them, that the horses +at length fell dead beneath the ardent huntsmen, +leaving them on foot in the remote depths of the +forest. But the hart was in no better condition, +for the hot chase had worn it out, and it dragged +wearily on before them, barely able to keep its feet.</p> + +<p>"What shall we do?" said Arthur. "We are +far from human habitation, and the night comes +fast upon us."</p> + +<p>"Let us go forward on foot," said Uriens. "We +shall surely soon meet with some place of shelter."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<a name="Forest_Pg_94" id="Forest_Pg_94"></a><img src="images/p94.jpg" width="500" height="295" alt="THE GREAT FOREST." title="THE GREAT FOREST." /> +<span class="caption">THE GREAT FOREST.</span> +</div> + +<p>Taking this advice, they advanced in the track +of the hart, and soon came up with it where it lay<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span> +on the bank of a large stream, while a hound had +it by the throat, and others were coming up in full +bay.</p> + +<p>Then Arthur blew the death-note of the chase, +and killed the hart. This done, he looked about +him, and to his surprise saw approaching on the +stream a small vessel, with flowing sails of silk. +As it came near it veered towards the shore, and +finally touched land on the sands before them. +Arthur walked to the bank and looked over the +sides upon the deck, but to his wonder not a living +person was to be seen.</p> + +<p>"This is a marvellous thing," said the king. +"Has the vessel been blown here by a wind of +magic? Let us enter and see what is in the ship."</p> + +<p>They did so, and found it richly adorned with +silken hangings and royally equipped. As they +stood on the deck looking about them in surprise, +night came upon them, but suddenly the darkness +was dispelled by a hundred torches, which flared +out around the sides of the ship, brilliantly illuminating +it. And immediately, from somewhere +in the depths of the ship, appeared twelve fair +damsels, who fell upon their knees before King +Arthur, saluting him by name, and welcoming him +to the best cheer that their means could provide.</p> + +<p>"You are welcome, whoever you be," said Arthur, +"and have our thanks for your kindly good will."</p> + +<p>"Follow us then, noble sir."</p> + +<p>Arthur and his companions followed their fair +guides into a cabin of the ship, where they were +glad to see a table richly provided with the most +delicate viands, and set with the rarest wines. The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span> +king marvelled greatly at this, for never in his +life had he fared better at supper than at this royal +feast.</p> + +<p>The meal ended, Arthur was led into a richly-appointed +chamber, whose regal furniture and +appointments he had never seen surpassed. His +companions were conducted to chambers no less +richly appointed, and quickly the three weary +hunters fell asleep, for they were exhausted with +their day's labor.</p> + +<p>Perilous was the sleep that came upon them, for +they little dreamed that they had been lured into +an enchanted ship, and that strange adventures +awaited them all, and deadly danger threatened the +king.</p> + +<p>For when the next day dawned, Uriens woke to +find himself at Camelot, in his own chamber, with +his wife. Much he marvelled at this, for he had +fallen asleep the evening before at two days' journey +distant. As for Accolan, we shall tell later +what befell him. Arthur woke to find himself in +utter darkness, while the air was full of doleful +sounds. On feeling round him he soon discovered +that he was in a dismal dungeon, and on listening +he discovered that the sounds he heard were the +woeful complaints of prisoners.</p> + +<p>"What place is this, and who are ye that bewail +so bitterly?" asked Arthur.</p> + +<p>"We are twenty knights that have long been held +prisoners here, some for seven years and some for +less."</p> + +<p>"For what cause?" inquired Arthur.</p> + +<p>"How came you here, that you know not the +cause?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span>"I came by foul enchantment," said Arthur, and +told them his adventure, at which they wondered +greatly. "Now tell me," he asked, "how came +you in this direful state?"</p> + +<p>"We are victims of an evil-hearted villain," they +answered. "The lord of this castle, Sir Damas +by name, is a coward and traitor, who keeps his +younger brother, Sir Ontzlake, a valiant and worthy +knight, out of his estate. Hostility has long ruled +between them, and Ontzlake proffers to fight Damas +for his livelihood, or to meet in arms any knight +who may take up his quarrel. Damas is too faint-hearted +to fight himself, and is so hated that no +knight will fight for him. This is why we are here. +Finding no knight of his own land to take up his +quarrel, he has lain in wait for knights-errant, and +taken prisoner every one that entered his country. +All of us preferred imprisonment to fighting for +such a scoundrel, and here we have long lain half +dead with hunger while eighteen good knights have +perished in this prison; yet not a man of us would +fight in so base a quarrel."</p> + +<p>"This is a woeful story, indeed," said Arthur. +"I despise treason as much as the best of you, but +it seems to me I should rather take the choice of +combat than of years in this dungeon. God can +be trusted to aid the just cause. Moreover, I +came not here like you, and have but your words +for your story. Fight I will, then, rather than +perish."</p> + +<p>As they spoke a damsel came to King Arthur, +bearing a light.</p> + +<p>"How fare you?" she asked.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span>"None too well," he replied.</p> + +<p>"I am bidden to say this to you," she remarked. +"If you will fight for my lord, you shall be delivered +from this prison. Otherwise you shall stay +here for life."</p> + +<p>"It is a hard alternative," said Arthur; "I +should deem only a madman would hesitate. I +should rather fight with the best knight that ever +wore armor than spend a week in such a vile place. +To this, then, I agree. If your lord will deliver +all these prisoners, I will fight his battle."</p> + +<p>"Those are the terms he offers," said the damsel.</p> + +<p>"Then tell him I am ready. But he must provide +me with horse and armor, and vow on his +knightly honor to keep his word."</p> + +<p>"All this he will freely do."</p> + +<p>"It seems to me, damsel, that I have seen you +before. Have you not been at the court of King +Arthur?"</p> + +<p>"Not so," said the damsel. "I have never been +there, but am the daughter of the lord of this castle, +who has always kept me at home."</p> + +<p>In this, as the chronicles tell us, she spoke falsely, +for she was one of the damsels of Morgan le Fay, +and well she knew the king.</p> + +<p>Damas was glad at heart to learn that a knight +had at last consented to fight for him, and the more +so when he saw Arthur and marked his strong limbs +and the high spirit in his face. But he and none +there save the damsel, knew who his prisoner was.</p> + +<p>"It were a pity," said all who saw him, "that +such a knight should die in prison. It is wise in +him to fight, whatever betide."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span>Then agreement was made that Arthur should +do battle to the uttermost for the lord of the castle, +who, on his part, agreed to set free the imprisoned +knights. To this covenant both parties took oath, +whereupon the twenty knights were brought from +their dark prison to the castle hall, and given their +freedom and the privilege of seeing the battle.</p> + +<p>But now we must leave the story of Arthur and +Damas, and turn to that of Accolan of Gaul, the +third of the three knights who had gone to sleep in +the enchanted ship. This knight was, unknown +to Arthur, a lover of Morgan le Fay, being he for +whose sake she had counterfeited the magic scabbard +of the sword Excalibur.</p> + +<p>She loved him, indeed, as ardently as she had +grown to hate her royal brother, and through this +love had laid a treacherous plot for Arthur's death.</p> + +<p>When Accolan awoke, to his surprise he found +himself no longer in the ship, but lying within +half a foot of the side of a deep well, in seeming +peril of his life, for he might at any moment have +fallen into the water. Out of this well there came +a pipe of silver, from which a crystal stream ran +into a high marble basin. When Accolan beheld +all this he crossed himself and said,—</p> + +<p>"God save my lord King Arthur, and King +Uriens, for those damsels in the ship have betrayed +us all. They were not women, but devils, and if I +escape this misadventure I shall destroy all enchantresses +wherever I find them."</p> + +<p>As he spoke, there came to him a dwarf with a +great mouth and a flat nose, who saluted him, and +said that he came from Morgan le Fay.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span>"She sends you her greetings, and bids you be +of strong heart, for to-morrow it shall be your task +to fight a knight of the greatest prowess. That +you may win in the combat she has sent you Arthur's +sword Excalibur, with its magical scabbard. She +bids you do the battle to the uttermost without +mercy, and promises to make a queen of the damsel +whom you shall send to her with the head of the +knight you fight with."</p> + +<p>"I shall do her bidding," said Accolan, "and cannot +fail to win, now that I have this sword, for which +I fervently thank her. When saw you my lady +queen?"</p> + +<p>"I am just from her."</p> + +<p>"Recommend me to her, and tell her I shall do +all I have promised, or die for it. These crafts +and enchantments that have happened—are they of +her making?"</p> + +<p>"That you may well believe. She has prepared +them to bring on this battle."</p> + +<p>"Who, then, is the knight with whom I shall +fight? It seems to me he should be a noble one, for +such preparation."</p> + +<p>"That my lady has not told me."</p> + +<p>As they spoke there came to them a knight and +a lady, with six squires, who asked Sir Accolan +why he lay there, and begged him to rise and come +with them to a neighboring manor, where he might +rest in better ease. As fortune willed it, this manor +was the dwelling of Sir Ontzlake, the brother of +the traitor Damas.</p> + +<p>Accolan gladly accepted the invitation, but not +long had he been in the manor when word came<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span> +from Damas, saying that he had found a knight +who was ready to do battle to the death for their +claims, and challenging Ontzlake to make ready +without delay for the field, or to send a knight to +take his side in the combat.</p> + +<p>This challenge troubled Ontzlake sorely. Not +long before he had been sadly hurt in a joust, and +was still weak from his wound. Accolan, to whom +all this was made known, at once came, with the +generous impulse of a true knight, to his host, and +offered to do battle in his stead. In his heart, too, +he felt that this might be the combat of which +Morgan had warned him, and with the aid of +Arthur's sword and scabbard he could not fail to +win.</p> + +<p>Ontzlake thanked him deeply for his generous +offer, and without delay sent word to Damas that +he would be ready with a champion at the hour +appointed, and trust to God's grace for the issue +of the combat.</p> + +<p>When morning came, Arthur was arrayed in a +suit of chain mail and provided with a strong horse, +which he viewed with knightly ardor.</p> + +<p>"When shall we to the field?" he asked Damas.</p> + +<p>"As soon as you have heard Mass."</p> + +<p>Mass was scarcely ended when a squire rode up +from Ontzlake, to say that his knight was already +in the field, and to bid Damas bring his champion +to the lists, for he was prepared to do battle to the +utterance.</p> + +<p>Then Arthur mounted his war-horse and rode +to the field, attended by all the knights and commons +of the country round; twelve good men of the +district having been chosen to wait upon the two +knights, and see that the battle was conducted fairly +and according to the rules of chivalry.</p> + +<p>As they rode forward a damsel came to Arthur, +bringing him a sword like unto Excalibur, with a +scabbard that seemed in every point the same.</p> + +<p>"Morgan le Fay sends you your sword, for the +great love she bears you," said the messenger, "and +hopes it may do you worthy service in the fray."</p> + +<p>Arthur took it and thanked her, never dreaming +that he had been treated falsely. But the sword +that was sent him was but a brittle and worthless +blade, and the scabbard was a base counterfeit of +that magic one which he who wore could lose no +blood, and which he in brotherly trust had given +to the care of his faithless sister.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<h4>THE COMBAT OF ARTHUR AND ACCOLAN.</h4> + + +<p>The time for the battle having come, the two +knights took their places at the opposite sides of +the lists, neither knowing with whom he fought, +and both bent on doing battle to the death. Then +putting spurs to their steeds, they dashed across the +field with headlong speed, each striking the other in +the middle of the shield with his spear, and with +such force that horses and men alike were hurled +to the earth. In a moment both the combatants<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> +started up in warlike fury and drew their swords.</p> + +<p>At this juncture there came among the spectators +the damsel Nimue, she who had put Merlin under +the stone. She knew, by the art that Merlin had +taught her, how Morgan le Fay had plotted that +Arthur should be slain that day, and she came to +save his life if it lay in her power, for she loved +the king as deeply as she hated Merlin.</p> + +<p>Eagerly to battle went the two knights, hewing +at each other like giants with their swords. But +Arthur's blade bit not like Accolan's, which wounded +him at nearly every stroke, so that soon his blood +was flowing from a dozen wounds, while his opponent +remained unhurt.</p> + +<p>Arthur was in deep dismay on beholding this. +That some treason had been practised on him he +felt sure, for his sword bit not steel as a good blade +should, while the sword in Accolan's hand seemed +to have the trenchant edge of Excalibur.</p> + +<p>"Sir knight," said Accolan, "keep well your +guard if you care for life."</p> + +<p>"Thus will I," answered Arthur, and he dealt +him a blow on the helm that nearly brought him +to the ground.</p> + +<p>Accolan drew back from the staggering stroke, +and then with a furious onset rushed on Arthur, +and dealt him so fierce a blow that the king had +much ado to keep his feet. Thus stroke by stroke +went on the battle, each knight roused to fury, and +each fighting with his utmost skill and strength; +but Accolan lost scarcely a drop of blood, while +Arthur's life-blood flowed so freely that only his +knightly soul and unyielding courage kept him on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span> +his feet. He grew so feeble that he felt as if death +was upon him, yet, though he staggered like a +drunken man, he faced Accolan with the unquenched +spirit of a noble knight.</p> + +<p>All who saw the field marvelled that Arthur +could fight after such a loss of blood. So valiant +a knight none there had ever beheld, and many +prayed the two brothers to come into accord and +stop this deadly fray. But this Damas would not +do, and though Ontzlake trembled for his cause +he could not end the combat.</p> + +<p>At this juncture Arthur withdrew a little to rest, +but Accolan called him fiercely to the fight, saying, +"I shall not suffer you to rest; neither of us must +rest except in death."</p> + +<p>With these words he advanced towards the king, +who, with the strength of rage, sprang upon him +and struck him so mighty a blow on the helm as +to make him totter on his feet and nearly fall. +But the blow had a serious ending, for Arthur's +sword broke at the cross, the blade falling into +the blood-stained grass, and only the hilt and +pommel remaining in his hand.</p> + +<p>When Arthur saw himself thus disarmed he felt +sure that his hour of death had come, yet he let not +his dread be seen, but held up his shield and lost +no ground, facing his mortal foe as boldly as though +he was trebly armed.</p> + +<p>"Sir knight," cried Accolan, "you are overcome, +and can no longer sustain the battle. You are +weaponless, and have lost so much blood that I am +loath to slay you. Therefore yield to me as +recreant, and force me not to kill a helpless foe."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span>"That I may not do," said Arthur. "I have +promised, by the faith of my body, to fight this +battle to the uttermost; and I had rather die in +honor than live in shame. If I lack weapon, I lack +not spirit; and if you slay me weaponless, the shame +be on you."</p> + +<p>"That shame I can bear," said Accolan. "What +I have sworn I will perform. Since you will not +yield, you are a dead man."</p> + +<p>This said, he struck Arthur a furious blow, that +almost felled him to the earth, bidding him at the +same time to crave for mercy if he would live. +Arthur's only reply was to press upon him with +his shield, and deal him such a buffet with the +pommel of his sword as to send him staggering +three paces back.</p> + +<p>And now the damsel Nimue, stirred by the +prowess of the king, and fearful of his death, determined +to aid him by all her power of enchantment.</p> + +<p>Therefore, when Accolan recovered himself and +struck Arthur another stroke, she threw a spell +upon him and caused the sword to fall from his +hand to the earth. At once the king lightly leaped +to it and seized it, thrusting Accolan fiercely back. +As soon as his hand had touched the hilt he knew +it for his sword Excalibur.</p> + +<p>"You have been too long from me," he said, +"and no small damage you have done me. Treason +has been at work, and treason shall have its deserts."</p> + +<p>Then, seeing the scabbard hanging by Accolan's +side, he sprang suddenly forward and wrenched +it from him, flinging it across the field as far as he +could throw it.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 279px;"> +<a name="Nimue_Pg_105" id="Nimue_Pg_105"></a><img src="images/p105.jpg" width="279" height="500" alt="Copyright by Frederick Hollyer, London, England. +NIMUE." title="NIMUE." /> +<span class="caption2">Copyright by Frederick Hollyer, London, England.<br /></span> +<span class="caption">NIMUE.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span>"Now, sir knight," cried Arthur, "my turn has +come. You have nearly brought my life to an +end with this sword, and I warrant that you shall +be rewarded for the blood I have lost and the pain +I have endured this day."</p> + +<p>Therewith, furious as a wounded lion, Arthur +rushed upon his foe, hurled him with all his strength +to the earth, tore off his helm, and gave him such +a blow upon the head that blood burst out from his +ears, nose, and mouth.</p> + +<p>"Now shall I slay you," said Arthur.</p> + +<p>"Do so if you will," said Accolan. "You are the +best knight I ever met, and I see now that God is +with you. But I promised to do this battle to the +uttermost, and never to yield me recreant. Therefore +kill me if you will, for my voice shall never +ask for mercy."</p> + +<p>Then Arthur, looking closer, saw something +familiar in his face.</p> + +<p>"Tell me who you are," he cried; "of what +country and court."</p> + +<p>"Sir knight," said Accolan, "I am of the court +of King Arthur, and my name is Accolan of Gaul."</p> + +<p>Arthur heard this with deep dismay. For there +came into his mind the enchantment of the ship, +and his heart sank with fear of the treason of his +sister.</p> + +<p>"Tell me this also, sir knight," he asked, "from +whom had you this sword?"</p> + +<p>"Woe worth that sword," cried Accolan; "I +have gotten my death by it."</p> + +<p>"That may well be," answered Arthur, "and I +fancy have got no more than you deserve."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span>"Yesterday," said the knight, "Morgan le Fay +sent me that sword by a dwarf, that with it I might +slay the knight with whom I should fight this day! +And she would also pledge me to slay King Arthur, +her brother, for she hates him above any man in +the world."</p> + +<p>"How know you that to be so?"</p> + +<p>"I have loved her long, and know her purposes +well, nor shall I longer keep them secret. If by +craft she could slay Arthur, she would quickly +dispose of her husband, King Uriens. Then it was +her intent to make me king of this realm, and to +reign herself as its queen. But all this now is +at an end, for death is upon me."</p> + +<p>"It would have been great wrong in you to +destroy your lord," said Arthur.</p> + +<p>"That I never could have had the heart to do," +said Accolan. "But I pray you to tell me your +name, and from what court you come?"</p> + +<p>"I am from Camelot, and men know me as King +Arthur. I am he against whom you plotted such +deep treason."</p> + +<p>Then Accolan cried out in anguish,—</p> + +<p>"My fair, sweet lord, have mercy on me, for I +knew you not."</p> + +<p>"You knew me not at this time, Accolan, but +you have confessed that you plotted treason against +me, and laid plans to compass my death. Yet I +blame you the less that Morgan le Fay has worked +on you with her false arts. I have honored and +loved her most of all my kin, and have trusted her +as I would my wife, and this is how she repays me. +By the faith of my body, if I live I shall be deeply +revenged upon her for this."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span>Then he called to the keepers of the field, and +said,—</p> + +<p>"Here, fair sirs, are two knights who have fought +nearly to the death through ignorance of each +other. For had either of us known the other you +would have seen no battle to-day, and no stroke +given or returned."</p> + +<p>Then Accolan called out to those who had gathered +around,—</p> + +<p>"Lords and knights, this noble warrior with +whom I have fought is the man of most valor, manhood, +and worship on English soil, for he is no +less than our liege lord, King Arthur. Had I but +dreamed it was he, I would have killed myself +rather than have drawn sword against him."</p> + +<p>At this surprising news the people fell upon their +knees before the king and begged mercy and pardon.</p> + +<p>"Pardon you shall have," said the king, "for +you were ignorant of my person. It is my fault if +harm came to me in disguise. And here you may +all see what adventures and dangers knights-errant +are exposed to; for, unknown to each other, I and +one of my own knights have fought for hours, to +the great damage of us both. We are both sorely +hurt, but before seeking rest it is my duty to settle +the dispute which gave rise to this combat. I have +been your champion, Sir Damas, and have won your +cause. But as the victor I claim the right to give +judgment, and as I know you for a villain and +coward, I adjudge unto your brother all the manor +in dispute, with the provision that he hold it of you, +and yearly give you in lieu of rent a palfrey to ride +upon, which will become such a base poltroon much<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span> +better than a war-horse. And I charge you, upon +pain of death, to restore to these twenty knights +their armor and property, and never again to distress +a knight-errant. If complaint of such shall +be made to me, by my head, you shall die for it. Sir +Ontzlake, you are said to be a good and valiant +knight, and true and worthy in your deeds. I desire +you to come to my court as soon as possible, where +you shall be one of my knights, and, if your deeds +hereafter conform to the good report I have heard +of you, you soon shall equal your brother in estate."</p> + +<p>"I am at your command," said Ontzlake, "and +thank you humbly for your goodness and bounty. +As for this battle, I would have fought it myself, +only that lately I was deeply wounded in a combat +with a wandering knight."</p> + +<p>"I would it had been so," said Arthur, "for +treason was used against me in this combat, and +had I fought with you I should not have been so +badly hurt. My own sword was stolen and I was +given a false and brittle blade, which failed me in +my greatest need."</p> + +<p>"Great pity it is that a king so noble and a knight +so worthy should have been thus foully dealt with."</p> + +<p>"I shall reward the traitor in short time, by the +grace of God," said Arthur. "Now tell me how +far I am from Camelot?"</p> + +<p>"You are two days' journey distant."</p> + +<p>"Then where can I obtain shelter and rest?"</p> + +<p>"There is an abbey but three miles distant where +you will find skilled leeches and good nursing."</p> + +<p>Then King Arthur took his leave of the people, +and repaired with Accolan to the abbey, where he +and the knight were placed under medical care. +Arthur's wounds, though deep and painful, proved +not serious, and he rapidly recovered, but Accolan +had lost so much blood that he died within four +days. Then Arthur had the corpse sent on a horse-bier, +attended by six knights, to Camelot, saying to +the messengers,—</p> + +<p>"Bear this body to my sister, Morgan le Fay, +and say to her that I send it as a present. Tell +her, moreover, that, through her sisterly kindness, +I have again my sword Excalibur and the scabbard, +and shall visit her ere long."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<h4>HOW MORGAN CHEATED THE KING.</h4> + + +<p>In the meantime Morgan le Fay was so sure of +the success of her murderous plot, to aid which +she had used all her power of necromancy, that she +felt it safe to complete her scheme. Seeing her +husband, King Uriens, lying asleep upon his couch, +she called a maiden, who was in her confidence, +and said,—</p> + +<p>"Bring me my lord's sword. Now shall my +work be ended."</p> + +<p>"Oh, madam," cried the damsel, "would you +slay your lord! If you do so you can never escape."</p> + +<p>"Leave that to me, girl. Bring me the sword at +once; I am the best judge of what it is fit to do."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span>The damsel departed with a heavy heart, but +finding Sir Uwaine, King Uriens' son, asleep in +another chamber, she waked him and said,—</p> + +<p>"Rise at once and go to your mother. She has +vowed to kill the king, your father, and has sent +me in all haste for his sword."</p> + +<p>"To kill him!" cried Uwaine. "What treachery +is this?—But go, bring the sword as she bids. +Leave it to me to deal with her."</p> + +<p>The damsel did as she was bidden, and brought +the sword to the queen, giving it to her with hands +that quaked with fear. Morgan seized it with a +firm grasp, and went boldly to the bedside, where +she stood looking with cruel eyes on the sleeping +king. As she lifted the sword for the murderous +blow, Uwaine, who had silently entered, sprang +upon her and seized her hand in a crushing grip.</p> + +<p>"You fiend, what would you do?" he fiercely +cried. "If you were not my mother I would smite +off your head with this sword. Men say that Merlin +was born of a devil; but well I believe that I +have an earthly fiend for mother. To kill my +father thus!—in his slumber!—what foul device +is this?"</p> + +<p>His face and voice were so full of righteous fury +that the queen quaked to her heart with fear, +and she clasped her hands in terror upon her throat.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Uwaine, my dear son, have mercy on me! +The foul fiend tempted me to this deed. Let me +live to repent of this base intent, which I pray +you to keep secret. I swear never again to attempt +so foul a deed."</p> + +<p>"Can I trust you? Truth and murder do not +go together."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span>"On my soul, I vow to keep my word!"</p> + +<p>"Live, then; but beware you rouse me not again +by such a murderous thought."</p> + +<p>Hardly had the false-hearted queen escaped from +the indignation of her son when tidings came to her +which filled her with as deep a dread as when +Uwaine had threatened her with the sword, while +the grief it brought her was deeper than her fear. +For she learned that Accolan had been slain in the +battle, and that his dead body had been sent her. +Soon, indeed, came the funeral train, with the message +that Arthur had sent. Then sorrow and terror +together filled her heart till it threatened to +break, for she had loved Accolan with all her soul, +and his fate wounded her almost to death. But she +dared not let this grief be seen upon her countenance, +lest the secret of her love should be discovered; +and she was forced to wear a cheerful aspect +above a bleeding heart. And this she knew, besides, +that if she should remain in Camelot until Arthur's +return, all the gold in the realm would not buy +her life.</p> + +<p>She went, therefore, unto Queen Guenever and +asked leave to ride into the country.</p> + +<p>"Why not remain to greet your brother on his +return? He sends word that he will soon be here."</p> + +<p>"I should much like to, Guenever, but hasty +tidings have come which require that I should +make no delay."</p> + +<p>"If that be so," answered Guenever, "let me not +stay you. You may depart when you will."</p> + +<p>On the next morning, before daybreak, Morgan +took horse, and rode all that day and the greater<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span> +part of the night. On the following day by noon +she came to the abbey where Arthur lay. Here +she asked the nuns where he was, and they answered +that he was sleeping in his chamber, for +he had had but little rest during the three nights +past.</p> + +<p>"Then see that none of you waken him," she +said. "I will go visit him in his chamber. I am +his sister, Morgan le Fay."</p> + +<p>Saying this, she sprang from her horse and +entered the abbey, going straight to Arthur's chamber. +None dare hinder her, and she suffered no one +to accompany her. Reaching the chamber she +found her brother asleep in bed, with the sword +Excalibur clasped with a vigorous grip in his right +hand.</p> + +<p>When she saw this her heart sank, for it was +to steal that sword she came, and she knew her +treacherous purpose was at an end. She could not +take the sword from his hand without wakening +him, and that might be the warrant for her instant +death. But the scabbard lay on a chair by the +bedside. This she took and left the chamber, +concealing it under her mantle as she went. +Mounting her horse again, she rode hastily away +with her train.</p> + +<p>Not long afterwards Arthur woke, and at once +missed his scabbard. Calling his attendants in a +loud voice, he angrily asked who had been there, +and who had dared remove the missing scabbard. +They told him that it was his sister, Morgan le +Fay, and that she had put it under her mantle +and ridden away with it.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span>"Then have you watched me falsely," cried +Arthur, in hasty passion.</p> + +<p>"What could we do?" they answered. "We +dared not disobey your sister's command."</p> + +<p>"Fetch me at once the best horse that can be +found," he ordered, "and bid Sir Ontzlake arm +himself in all haste, and come here well mounted +to ride with me."</p> + +<p>By the hour's end these commands had been +obeyed, and Arthur and Ontzlake rode from the +abbey in company, well armed and on good horses, +though the king was yet feeble from his wounds. +After riding some distance they reached a wayside +cross, by which stood a cowherd, whom they asked +if any lady had lately ridden that way.</p> + +<p>"Yes, your honors," said the cowherd. "Not +long ago a lady passed here at easy speed, followed +by about forty horsemen. They rode into yonder +forest."</p> + +<p>Arthur and Ontzlake at this news put spurs to +their horses and followed fast on the track of the +fugitives. An hour of this swift pursuit brought +them in sight of Morgan's party, and with a heart +hot with anger Arthur rode on at the utmost pace +of his horse.</p> + +<p>The fugitives, seeing themselves thus hotly chased, +spurred on their own steeds, soon leaving the forest +and entering a neighboring plain, beside which was +a lake. When Morgan saw that she was in danger +of being overtaken she rode quickly to the lake-side, +her heart filled with spiteful hatred of her +brother.</p> + +<p>"Whatsoever may happen to me," she cried, "I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> +vow that Arthur shall never again wear this scabbard. +I here consign it to the lake. From the +water it came; to the water it returns."</p> + +<p>And with a strong hand she flung it far out over +the deep waters, into which it sank like a stone, for +it was heavy with gold and precious stones.</p> + +<p>Then she rode on, followed by her train, till they +entered a valley where there were many great stones, +and where they were for the moment out of sight +of their pursuers. Here Morgan le Fay brought +her deepest powers of enchantment to work, and in +a trice she and her horse were changed into marble, +while each of her followers became converted into a +statue of stone.</p> + +<p>Hardly had this been done when Arthur and +Ontzlake entered the valley, where they beheld +with starting eyes the marvellous transformation. +For in place of the fugitives they saw only horses +and riders of solid stone, and so changed that the +king could not tell his sister from her men, nor +one knight from another.</p> + +<p>"A marvel is here, indeed!" cried the king. +"The vengeance of God has fallen upon our foes, +and Morgan le Fay is justly punished for her treachery. +It grieves me, indeed, that so heavy a fate +has befallen her, yet her own deeds have brought +on her this mighty punishment."</p> + +<p>Then he sought on all sides for the scabbard, +but it could nowhere be found. Disappointed in +this, he at length turned and rode slowly back +with his companion to the abbey whence they had +come, their souls filled with wonder and awe.</p> + +<p>Yet no sooner were they well gone than the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> +enchantress brought another charm to work, and +at once she and all her people were turned again +from stone into flesh and blood.</p> + +<p>"Now we can go where we will; and may joy +go with King Arthur," she said, with a laugh of +triumph to her knights. "Did you note him?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," they replied. "And his countenance was +so warlike that had we not been stone we could +scarce have stood before him."</p> + +<p>"I believe you," said Morgan. "He would have +made sad havoc among us but for my spells."</p> + +<p>They now rode onward, and soon afterwards met +a knight who bore before him on his horse another +knight, who was unarmed, blindfolded, and bound +hand and foot.</p> + +<p>"What are you about to do with that knight?" +asked Morgan.</p> + +<p>"To drown him in yonder fountain," was the +reply. "He has caused my wife to prove false to +me, and only his death will avenge my honor."</p> + +<p>"Is this the truth?" she asked the bound knight.</p> + +<p>"It is false," he replied. "He is a villain to +whom I have done no wrong. He took me unawares +or I should not have been in such a state."</p> + +<p>"Who are you, and of what country?"</p> + +<p>"My name is Manassen. I am of the court of +King Arthur, and cousin to Accolan of Gaul."</p> + +<p>"Then for the love I bore your cousin you shall +be delivered, and this villain be put in your plight."</p> + +<p>By her orders Manassen was loosed from his bonds +and the other knight bound. Manassen took from +him his armor and horse, and riding with him to +the fountain, flung him remorselessly in, where<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span> +he met the fate which he had devised for his late +prisoner. Then Manassen rode back to Morgan, +and asked her if she had any word to send King +Arthur.</p> + +<p>"Tell him," she answered, "that I rescued you +not for love of him, but of Accolan; and that I +fear him not while I can turn myself and my +knights into stones. Let him know that you saw +us riding in good flesh and blood, and laughing +him to scorn. Tell him, moreover, that I can do +stranger things than that if the need should come."</p> + +<p>Bidding Manassen to return with this message, +she rode with her train into the country of Gore, +where she was well received, and in the might of +whose castles and towns she felt secure from Arthur's +wrath, for much she feared his vengeance +should she fall into his hands.</p> + +<p>Meantime the king rode back to Camelot, where +he was gladly received by his queen and his knights, +to whom he told in full the story of Morgan le +Fay's treason. They were all angry at this, and +many knights declared that she should be burned.</p> + +<p>"Stone will not burn," said Arthur. "But God +has punished her."</p> + +<p>But as they thus conversed, Manassen came to +the court and told the king of his adventure, delivering +to him Morgan's message.</p> + +<p>"Then the witch has tricked me!" cried the +king, in a tone of vexation. "I might have known +it, had I been wise. A kind sister she is, indeed! +But my turn will come. Treachery and magic +may succeed for a time, but honor must win in the +end."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span>Yet despite the king's awakened distrust, he +nearly fell a victim to his sister's vile enchantments. +For on the succeeding morning there came a damsel +to the court from Morgan le Fay, bearing with her +the richest mantle that had ever been seen there. +It was set so full of precious stones that it might +almost have stood alone, and some of them were +gems worth a king's ransom.</p> + +<p>"Your sister sends you this mantle," said the +bearer. "That she has done things to offend you +she knows and is sorry for; and she desires that +you shall take this gift from her as a tribute for +her evil thoughts. What else can be done to amend +her acts she will do, for she bitterly regrets her +deeds of wickedness."</p> + +<p>The mantle pleased the king greatly, though he +made but brief reply as he accepted it from the +hand of the messenger.</p> + +<p>At that perilous moment there came to him the +damsel Nimue, who had so recently helped him in +his dire need.</p> + +<p>"Sir, may I speak with you in private?" she +asked the king.</p> + +<p>"What have you to say?" he replied, withdrawing +from the throng.</p> + +<p>"It is this. Beware that you do not put on +this mantle, and that no knight of yours puts it +on, till you know more. The serpent does not so +soon lose its venom. There is death in the mantle's +folds. At least do this: before you wear it, command +that she who brought it shall put it on."</p> + +<p>"Well said," answered the king. "It shall be +done as you advise."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span>Then he returned to the messenger and said,—</p> + +<p>"Damsel, I wish to see the mantle you have +brought me tried upon yourself."</p> + +<p>"A king's garment on me, sir! That would not +be seemly."</p> + +<p>"Seemly or not, I command it. By my head, +you shall wear it before it come on my back, or +that of any man here."</p> + +<p>The damsel drew back, quivering with fear and +growing pale as death. But the king commanded +those about him to put it on her. Then was seen +a marvellous and fearful thing. For no sooner +had the enchanted robe been clasped around her +form than flames burst out from its every thread, +and in a minute she fell to the floor dead, while her +body was burnt to a coal.</p> + +<p>The king's anger burst out fiercely at this, and +his face flamed with the fire of rage. He turned +to King Uriens and his son, who stood among the +knights.</p> + +<p>"My sister, your wife, is doing her utmost to +destroy me," he said, in burning wrath. "Are you +and my nephew, your son, joined with her in this +work of treachery? Yet I suspect not you, King +Uriens, for Accolan confessed to me that she would +have slain you as well as me. But as for your son, +Uwaine, I hold him suspected, and banish him from +my court. I can have no traitors about me."</p> + +<p>When these words had been spoken, Gawaine +rose in anger, and said,—</p> + +<p>"Whoever banishes my cousin banishes me. +When and where Uwaine goes I go also."</p> + +<p>And with a stride of anger he left the great +hall, followed by Uwaine. Then the two knights +armed themselves, and rode together from Camelot, +Gawaine vowing never to return till his cousin +had been fully and freely pardoned.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<h4>THE COUNTRY OF STRANGE ADVENTURES.</h4> + + +<p>The two knights who had so hastily departed +from Arthur's court were destined to see many and +strange adventures before they should return. And +as their wanderings and deeds were caused by the +treason of Morgan le Fay, it is meet that they +should here be told.</p> + +<p>They spent their first night in an abbey not far +from Camelot, and on the next morning rode forward +until they came to a forest. Passing through +this, they at length found themselves in a valley +near a tower. Here they beheld two knights fully +armed and seated on their war-horses, while twelve +damsels were seen to pass to and fro beneath a tree.</p> + +<p>When the wanderers came nearer they saw that +on that tree hung a white shield, and that as the +damsels passed by this they spat upon it and +befouled it with mire.</p> + +<p>"Why do you do this despite to the shield?" +they asked, as they came up.</p> + +<p>"Sir knights," answered the damsels, "we have +good cause for what we do. He who has hung<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span> +his shield here is a knight of great prowess, but +he is one who hates all ladies, and this is how we +repay him for his hatred."</p> + +<p>"I think little of such a knight," said Gawaine. +"Yet it may be that he has good cause for his +hatred. He must love ladies elsewhere, if not here, +if he be so good a knight as you say. For it is +said that the despiser of ladies is never worthy in +arms. What is the name of this knight?"</p> + +<p>"His name is Marhaus. He is the son of the +king of Ireland."</p> + +<p>"I know him well," said Uwaine. "There is no +man of more valor living. I saw him once at a +tournament where no knight could stand before +him."</p> + +<p>"If this is his shield," said Gawaine, "he will +soon be here in person, and it may not prove so +easy for these knights to face him on horseback +as for them to stand by and see his shield befouled. +It is not our quarrel, but we shall stay no longer +to see this dishonor."</p> + +<p>Before they had withdrawn far, however, they +saw the Irish knight riding towards his shield, and +halted to note what would follow. At sight of him +the damsels shrieked with terror, and ran so wildly +towards the turret that some of them fell by the +way. But one of the knights advanced his shield +and cried loudly,—</p> + +<p>"Sir Marhaus, defend yourself!"</p> + +<p>Then he and Marhaus rode fiercely together, the +knight breaking his spear without effect, while +Marhaus smote him in return so hard a blow that +he was hurled to the ground with a broken neck.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span> +Then the other knight rode against Marhaus, but +with the same ill success, for both horse and man +were smitten so furiously that they fell to the +earth dead.</p> + +<p>Then the knight of Ireland rode to his shield, +and when he saw how foully it had been used he +cried,—</p> + +<p>"This is a foul shame; but I have requited it +upon those dastards. For the love of her who gave +me this white shield I shall wear it, and hang mine +where it was."</p> + +<p>Thereupon he took the white shield, and left in +its place the one he had just used.</p> + +<p>Then, seeing the two errant knights, he asked +them what they did there. They answered that +they were from Arthur's court, and had ridden in +search of adventures.</p> + +<p>"Then you can have one here," said Marhaus. +"I shall be glad to joust with you."</p> + +<p>He rode away from them to the proper range, +without waiting for a reply.</p> + +<p>"Let him go," said Uwaine. "I fear he is more +than our match."</p> + +<p>"I care not if he is," said Gawaine. "However +good a knight he be, he shall not challenge us +unanswered."</p> + +<p>"Then let me meet him first. I am the weaker, +and if he strikes me down you can revenge me."</p> + +<p>With these words Uwaine took his place and rode +against the Irish knight, but with such ill fortune +that he was hurled to the earth with a wounded +side. When Gawaine saw this he prepared for the +joust, and the two knights rode together with great<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span> +force. But, as luck would have it, Gawaine's spear +broke, while that of Marhaus held firm. In consequence, +both Gawaine and his horse went to the +ground.</p> + +<p>In an instant the knight was on his feet, sword +in hand, and advancing towards his adversary. +Marhaus drew his sword and moved upon him +mounted.</p> + +<p>"Meet me on foot," cried Gawaine, "or I will +kill your horse."</p> + +<p>"Gramercy, you teach me courtesy," said Marhaus, +"It is not fair for one knight to be on foot +and the other on horse."</p> + +<p>Then he sprang to the ground, set his spear +against a tree, and tied his horse. This done, he +drew his sword and advanced upon Gawaine.</p> + +<p>The combat that succeeded was long and hotly +contested, beginning at nine in the morning and +lasting till the day was well advanced. Never had +that forest known so obstinate and fierce a fight. +And from nine of the clock till the hour of noon +Gawaine grew stronger and stronger, till his might +was thrice increased and Marhaus had much ado to +stand before him. But as the day waned from noon +onwards Gawaine grew feeble, while the strength +of Marhaus steadily increased, his form seeming +to grow larger with every hour. At length it came +that Gawaine could scarcely stand before him.</p> + +<p>"Sir knight," said Marhaus, "this I will say, that +I never met a better man than yourself, and we have +had a noble passage at arms. But as we have no +quarrel, and I can see you are growing feeble, it +were a pity to do you more harm. If you are willing, +I agree to end the fight."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span>"That should I have said, gentle knight," answered +Gawaine. "I am much beholden to your +courtesy."</p> + +<p>Thereupon they took off their helmets and kissed +each other, and swore to love one another thenceforth +as brethren in arms. Marhaus prayed that the +two knights would lodge with him that night, and +they rode together towards his dwelling.</p> + +<p>"I marvel," said Gawaine, as they rode forward, +"that so good a knight as you should love no ladies."</p> + +<p>"I love not such as those minxes of the tower, +nor any of their sort," said Marhaus. "They are +a false-hearted and vile-thinking crew. But to all +honorable women I owe the best of my knightly +service."</p> + +<p>They soon reached the dwelling, which was in a +little priory, and here Marhaus gave them the best +cheer at his disposal, the more so when he learned +that they were sons of King Arthur's sisters. Here +they remained seven days, until their wounds had +fully healed. On the eighth day they took horse +again to continue their journey.</p> + +<p>"We shall not part so lightly," said Marhaus. +"I shall bring you through the forest, and mayhap +ride farther with you."</p> + +<p>For seven days more they rode onward without +adventure. Then they found themselves on the +borders of a still greater forest, in what was known +as the country and forest of Arroy and the land of +strange adventures.</p> + +<p>"It is well named," said Marhaus. "For it is +said that no knight ever rode into this country and +failed to find adventures many and marvellous."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span>They rode onward into the forest before them, +and in good time found themselves in a deep and +stony valley, traversed by a fair stream of water.</p> + +<p>Following this upward, they soon came to a fair +fountain, the head of the stream, beside which +three damsels were seated.</p> + +<p>Of these, the eldest was not less than threescore +years of age. She wore a garland of gold upon +her head, and her hair was white beneath it. The +second damsel was thirty years of age, and she +also wore a circlet of gold. The third was not over +fifteen years old, and her garland was of flowers.</p> + +<p>The knights halted and looked at them in surprise, +asking them why they sat by that lonely +fountain.</p> + +<p>"We are here to await knights-errant who come +in quest of adventures," they said. "If you three +knights are in search of things strange and stirring, +each of you must choose one of us. When this is +done we shall lead you unto three highways, one +of which each of you must take, and his damsel with +him. This day twelvemonth you must meet here +again, and to all this you must pledge your troth, +if God give you your lives to return."</p> + +<p>"You speak well," said Marhaus. "Adventures +we seek, and no true knight-errant hesitates before +the unknown and the dangerous. We shall do as +you say, each of us choose one of you, and then, +whatsoever fortune wills, let it come."</p> + +<p>"As for me," said Uwaine, "since I am the +youngest and weakest of the three, I choose the +eldest damsel. I have more need of help than +either of you, and her age and knowledge may aid +me well."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span>"Then I shall take her of middle age," said +Marhaus. "She fits me best."</p> + +<p>"I thank you both," said Gawaine. "You have +left me the youngest and fairest, and the one most +to my liking."</p> + +<p>This said, each damsel took the reins of her +knight, and they led them to the parting of the +three ways. Here the knights took oath to meet +at the fountain that day twelvemonth if they were +living, kissed each other, and departed, each knight +taking his chosen lady on his steed behind him. +Of the three ways, Uwaine took that which lay +west, Marhaus that which lay south, and Gawaine +took the way that lay north.</p> + +<p>Of the three we shall first follow Gawaine, who +rode forward until he came to a fair manor, where +dwelt an old knight.</p> + +<p>"Are there any adventures to be found in this +country?" he asked him.</p> + +<p>"I shall show you some marvellous ones to-morrow," +said his host.</p> + +<p>In the morning, Gawaine and the old knight rode +into the forest of adventures till they came to a +wide, open lawn, upon which stood a cross. Here +they halted and looked about them, and ere long +saw approaching a knight of seemly aspect, who +made the bitterest lamentations as he advanced. +When he saw Gawaine he saluted him, and hoped +that God would send him honor.</p> + +<p>"As to that, gramercy," said Gawaine. "I +pray God, in return, that he send you honor and +worship."</p> + +<p>"That will not come," said the knight. "He +sendeth me but sorrow and shame."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span>As he spoke he passed on to the other side of +the lawn. Here Gawaine saw ten knights, standing +with shields and spears ready against this one +warrior. But he rode against them one by one, +thrusting some over their horses' tails, and hurling +others to the ground, horse and man, until with one +spear he had unhorsed them all.</p> + +<p>But when they were all ten on foot they went to +the dolorous knight, who stood stone still, pulled +him from his horse, and tied him beneath the +animal, without the least resistance on his part. +This done, they led him away, thus shamefully +bound.</p> + +<p>"That is an ugly sight," said Gawaine. "Why +does a knight of such prowess as this suffer himself +to be so vilely treated?"</p> + +<p>"Sir," said, the damsel to Gawaine, "why helped +you not that good knight?"</p> + +<p>"He seems to want no help," said Gawaine. +"He could have taken care of himself if he would."</p> + +<p>"You had no desire to help him," retorted the +damsel, "or you would not have stood by and +seen so noble a warrior so foully served."</p> + +<p>As they talked a knight appeared on the other +side of the lawn, all armed but the head. And +opposite him came a dwarf on horseback similarly +armed. He had a great mouth and a short nose, +and was as ill favored as one would care to see.</p> + +<p>"Where is the lady who should meet us here?" +asked the dwarf.</p> + +<p>In response thereto a fair lady rode from the +wood, mounted on a handsome palfrey. On seeing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span> +her the knight and the dwarf began to strive in hot +words for her, each saying that she should be his +prize.</p> + +<p>"Yonder is a knight at the cross," said the dwarf, +at length. "Let us leave it to him, and abide by +his decision."</p> + +<p>"I agree to that," said the knight.</p> + +<p>Thereupon they rode to Gawaine and told him +the purpose of their strife.</p> + +<p>"Do you put the matter into my hands?" he +asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes," they both replied.</p> + +<p>"Then this is my decision. Let the lady stand +between you and make her own choice. The one +she chooses, he shall have her."</p> + +<p>This was done, and at once the lady turned from +the knight and went to the dwarf. Then the dwarf +took her and went singing away, while the knight +rode in grief and sorrow into the forest.</p> + +<p>But the adventures of that day were not ended, +for soon afterwards two armed knights rode from +the forest, and one of them cried out loudly,—</p> + +<p>"Sir Gawaine, knight of King Arthur, I am +here to joust with you. So make ready."</p> + +<p>"Since you know me, I shall not fail you," +answered Gawaine.</p> + +<p>Then the knights drew apart, and rode so furiously +together that both were unhorsed. Springing +up, they drew their swords and continued the battle +on foot.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, the second knight went to the damsel +and asked why she stayed with that knight, and +begged her to go with him.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span>"That I will do," she replied. "I like not the +way Gawaine acted just now, when one brave knight +was overturned by ten dastards. So let us go while +they fight."</p> + +<p>The combat continued long, and then, as the +knights seemed evenly matched, they ceased in +amity, the stranger knight inviting Gawaine to +spend the night at his lodge. As they rode thither +he asked his host,—</p> + +<p>"Who is this valiant champion that overturns +ten knights, and then suffers them to bear him off +bound hand and foot? I never saw so shameful a +thing done."</p> + +<p>"The thing has happened ten times and more," +said Sir Carados. "The knight is one of noble +prowess, named Sir Pelleas, and he loves a great +lady of this country named Ettard, who loves him +not in return. What you have seen came about in +this way. There was of late days a great tournament +in this country, at which Pelleas struck down every +knight who was opposed to him, unhorsing twenty +knights within three days. His valor and prowess +won him the prize, which was a good sword, and a +golden circlet to be given to the fairest lady at +the lists. This circlet of gold he gave to the lady +Ettard, whom he chose for the sovereign of his heart +and the lady he loved above all women. But she +was so proud and haughty that she returned him +scorn for his love, and though he has followed her +to her home she will not listen to his suit, or admit +him in honor to her presence. He is lodged here +near her, but can gain sight of her only in a shameful +way. Every week she sends knights to fight<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span> +with him, and when he has overcome them he suffers +them to take him prisoner that he may feast his +eyes on the face of his loved lady. But she does +him great despite, for sometimes she has him +brought in tied to his horse's tail, and sometimes +bound under the horse, or in any other shameful +manner she can think of. For all this he will not +leave, but makes himself a martyr to his love."</p> + +<p>"He is a noble knight, and I greatly pity him," +said Gawaine. "I shall seek him to-morrow in +the forest, and do what I can to help him."</p> + +<p>In the morning he met Sir Pelleas, as he had +promised, and heard from him the story of his woe.</p> + +<p>"If I loved her not so truly I should rather die +a hundred times than suffer such despite," he said. +"But I trust that she will pity and love me at +last."</p> + +<p>"Let me aid you, so far as I can," said Gawaine. +"I promise to do my utmost to gain you the love +of your lady."</p> + +<p>"Tell me who, and of what court, you are, my +good friend?" asked Pelleas.</p> + +<p>"My name is Gawaine; I am nephew to King +Arthur, and King Lot of Orkney was my father."</p> + +<p>"My name is Pelleas," answered the lovelorn +knight. "I was born in the Isles, and am lord +of many isles, but never till this unhappy time +have I loved a lady. I pray you help me faithfully, +for I get nothing from her but vile rebuke. She +will not even hold me as prisoner, that I might see +her daily, but robs me of my horse and armor, and +has me thrust despitefully from her gates. She +lives in a strong castle near by, and is lady of all<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> +this country. I fear you will not find it easy to +obtain entrance."</p> + +<p>"I shall use art instead of strength," said +Gawaine. "Lend me your horse and armor, and +I will ride to her castle and tell her I have slain +you. She will let me in at that. Once admitted, +I shall do my best to win you her love."</p> + +<p>He plighted his honor to this, and therewith they +changed horses and armor.</p> + +<p>Leaving the knight of the doleful visage, Gawaine +rode to Ettard's castle, whom he found in +her pavilion outside the gate. On seeing him she +hastily fled to the castle, but he called her loudly, +declaring that he was not Pelleas, and that he had +slain the knight and won his horse and armor.</p> + +<p>"Take off your helm," she replied. "Let me see +your face."</p> + +<p>Gawaine did so, and when she saw that he spoke +the truth she bade him alight and led him into the +castle, questioning him who he was and how he had +slain her tormenting admirer.</p> + +<p>"I am sorry for his death," she said, "for he was +a worthy knight; but of all men I hated him most, +and could never rid myself of his importunities. +As for you, Sir Gawaine, since you have done me +this service, I shall be your lady, for I cannot but +love you."</p> + +<p>Then Gawaine was so entranced by the lady +Ettard's blue eyes and fair face that he shamefully +forgot his word of honor, and warmly returned +her love. He remained with her and her knights +in the castle, so happy in her presence as to ignore +all the claims of duty and knightly faith.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span>It was now the month of May, and the air had +grown warm and balmy. So it happened one evening +that they all left the castle to enjoy themselves +on the flowery meads outside. Believing Pelleas +to be dead, Ettard lost all dread of unwelcome +intrusion, and suggested that they should spend +the night in the open air, lulled to sleep by the soft +winds and the perfume of flowers.</p> + +<p>But by fortune it chanced that Pelleas, hearing +no word from Gawaine, that night mounted his +horse and rode to the castle. It was a late hour, +and he was surprised to see pavilions erected outside +the gate, and couches spread in the open air. +As he came near he saw knights and ladies asleep +on these, while side by side lay Ettard and Gawaine, +locked in deep slumber.</p> + +<p>Anger and pain so filled the knight's heart at +this that he drew his sword to slay his faithless +friend, but on calmer thought he laid the naked +blade athwart the throats of knight and lady and +rode away. On reaching his tent, he told his attendants +what treachery he had endured, and that he +had resolved to take to his bed and lie there till he +should die.</p> + +<p>"And when I am dead I charge you to take my +heart and bear it to the lady Ettard in a silver dish, +and tell her that her falseness has slain the faithfulest +of lovers."</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Gawaine and Ettard awoke, and their +dread was great on finding the sword across their +throats.</p> + +<p>"It is Pelleas's sword!" she cried. "You have +betrayed him and me both, for you lied to me in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> +saying that you had killed him. Only that he has +proved himself a man of true honor, he would have +slain us both. Leave me, traitor! Never let me +see your false face again!"</p> + +<p>Gawaine had no words in answer, but hastily +mounted his horse and rode into the forest, feeling +at heart that he had proved a traitor both to honor +and love.</p> + +<p>When morning dawned it happened that Nimue, +the damsel of the lake, who by chance had come +into that country, met with a follower of Sir Pelleas, +who was grieving sorely for the ill fortune of +his master. She asked him the cause of his grief, +and he told her the woeful tale of the lovelorn +knight, and how he had taken to his bed, vowing +never again to rise.</p> + +<p>"He shall not die of love, I warrant you that," +she said. "Bring me to him. I promise you that +she who has treated him so vilely shall feel all the +pain she has made him endure."</p> + +<p>She was accordingly brought to the tent of Pelleas, +and a feeling of pity and love grew in her +heart as she looked on his noble and woe-worn face +while he lay asleep. Therefore she deepened his +slumber with a spell of enchantment, and charging +that no man should wake him before her return, +she rode through the forest to Ettard's castle.</p> + +<p>Within two hours she brought the lady Ettard +to the tent, where Pelleas still lay wrapped in deep +slumber.</p> + +<p>"You should do penance for life to murder such +a knight as this," she said. "You have treated a +true lover with shameful despite, and for love's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> +sake you shall pay the penalty of your misdeeds."</p> + +<p>Then she threw so deep a spell of enchantment +on the proud lady that her former scorn turned to +the deepest love, and her heart went out to Pelleas +as if it would break with sorrow and remorse.</p> + +<p>"Alas!" she cried, "I hated him above all men. +What has befallen me that I love him now with +my whole soul?"</p> + +<p>"It is God's righteous judgment," said Nimue.</p> + +<p>As they spoke Pelleas awoke, and when he looked +upon Ettard his eyes filled with scorn and hatred.</p> + +<p>"Away, traitress!" he cried. "Never again +come within my sight. You have taught me to hate +you as much as I ever loved."</p> + +<p>These scornful words wounded Ettard to the soul. +She turned away weeping bitterly, and left the +tent overwhelmed with anguish.</p> + +<p>"Take your horse and leave this country, Sir +Pelleas," said the damsel. "Love not again till you +can give your heart to a lady who is worthy of it."</p> + +<p>"I have found such a one now," said the knight, +fixing his eyes with warm feeling upon her face. +"This lady Ettard has treated me despitefully and +turned all my love for her to hatred and scorn. +But the love I felt for her has gone out to you."</p> + +<p>"Thank me for your delivery," said Nimue. +"It is too soon to talk of love. But this I may +say, that if you love me as you vow, you shall not +find me another Ettard."</p> + +<p>Soon after Pelleas arose and armed, and bidding +his men to follow with the pavilions and furniture, +rode into the forest with the damsel of the lake, for +whom the love in his heart grew each moment +warmer.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 381px;"> +<a name="Love_Pg_134" id="Love_Pg_134"></a><img src="images/p134.jpg" width="381" height="500" alt="THE LOVE OF PELLEAS AND NIMUE." title="THE LOVE OF PELLEAS AND NIMUE." /> +<span class="caption">THE LOVE OF PELLEAS AND NIMUE.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span>And thus this woeful story ends in true love's +joy and retribution; for the false lady Ettard died +in lovelorn sorrow, but Pelleas and Nimue lived +together in true love during the remainder of their +days, she becoming his dear lady and wife.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Marhaus and Uwaine pursued their +course and had their adventures, but they were not +so many and strange as those of Gawaine, and therefore +we shall not tell them in full.</p> + +<p>As for Uwaine, who rode away with the old damsel, +he gained great honor at a tournament near the +Welsh marches, winning the prize, which was a +gerfalcon, and a white steed with trappings of cloth +of gold. Many other adventures he had, and at last +came to the castle of a noble lady, who was called +the Lady of the Rock. Her lands had been taken +from her by two robber knights, named Sir Edward +and Sir Hue of the Red Castle. These Uwaine +fought together, and with such good fortune that he +killed Sir Edward and forced Sir Hue to surrender +the lady's lands. Then he dwelt at the castle of the +Lady of the Rock for six months, till he was healed +of the many and deep wounds he had received in +his battle with the robber knights.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, Marhaus rode southward with the +damsel of thirty summers. Many adventures he +had, and he won a circlet of gold as the victor in +a tournament. At length he stopped at the castle +of a noble earl named Fergus, whose lands were +harried by a giant named Taulard. Him Marhaus +proffered to fight, as neither the earl nor any of +his men dared meet him.</p> + +<p>Fierce and perilous was the battle that followed, +for the giant was of monstrous height and strength,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span> +and armed with iron clubs and great battle-axes. +But after a terrible contest, Marhaus, by a nimble +stroke, cut off Taulard's right arm. Then the giant, +bellowing with pain and terror, fled, and rushed +into a stream of water beyond his pursuer's reach. +But stones were brought to Marhaus by Fergus's +men, and with these he battered the giant so sorely +that at length he fell over into the water, where +he was quickly drowned.</p> + +<p>Afterwards the victorious champion went to the +giant's castle, where he found in close captivity +twenty-four ladies and twelve knights. These he +delivered from prison. He found also a great store +of wealth, enough to make him rich for the remainder +of his life.</p> + +<p>When the year ended the three knights met again +at the fountain, two of them with their damsels; +but Gawaine had lost his, and had come back much +shorn of honor. Soon after they met by chance +a messenger from King Arthur, who had long been +seeking the banished knights, with orders to bring +them back to the court.</p> + +<p>So the three knights journeyed to Camelot, where +the king received them graciously, and listened with +admiration to the story of their adventures. And +there, at the feast of Pentecost, came Pelleas and +Nimue, true lovers plighted. Then were held high +feasts and tournaments, where many noble knights +splintered spears and much honor was lost and won. +And here Marhaus and Pelleas bore themselves with +such noble and mighty prowess, that all men vowed +the glory of the tournament was theirs, and King +Arthur, glad to reward such deeds of valor, made +them Knights of the Table Round.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="BOOK_IV" id="BOOK_IV"></a>BOOK IV.</h2> + +<h3>LANCELOT OF THE LAKE.</h3> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<h4>HOW TROUBLE CAME TO LIONEL AND HECTOR.</h4> + + +<p>After the strange deeds and adventures that +have just been described, a season of war came +again to King Arthur and his realm, through which +he won great honor and renown. For Lucius, the +Emperor of Rome, sent ambassadors to Arthur, +demanding tribute; and when he proudly refused +this demand Lucius gathered a great army and +invaded the tributary domains of Arthur, in Gaul.</p> + +<p>Long and fierce was the war that followed, for +Arthur crossed to Gaul with all the power of his +realm; fought and killed, single-handed, a huge +giant who dwelt on St. Michael's Mount; defeated +the army of Rome, and killed the emperor in single +combat; and in the end was crowned emperor, in +the imperial city of Rome.</p> + +<p>All this story the chronicles give at length, and +tell us also that in this war the noble Lancelot du +Lake, son of King Ban of Gaul, gained his first +measure of renown.</p> + +<p>After the war had ended and the victorious host +returned to England, many adventures came to +Lancelot, some of which we must here tell. Great<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span> +indeed was the valor and might of this worthiest +of knights, who in after years proved himself in +knightly prowess and chivalric honor the noblest +of men. In tournaments and deeds of arms, in +sportive war or battle for life or death, he passed +all other knights, and was never overcome but by +treason or enchantment.</p> + +<p>After Arthur's return from Rome sports and +feasts were given, and jousts and tournaments held, +in which the Knights of the Round Table took part, +many who had gained no great fame in the war now +proving themselves able and worthy warriors. But +above them all Lancelot displayed such skill and +prowess that he increased in honor and worship +beyond any knight of Arthur's court.</p> + +<p>And, as fortune and fate decreed, he loved Queen +Guenever above all other ladies, while she held him +in favor above all other knights,—a favor that was +destined thereafter to bring deep sorrow and trouble +to England's realm. For her sake he did many +noble deeds of arms, and he was looked upon as her +especial champion by all the court.</p> + +<p>After the return from Rome Lancelot rested long +at the court, taking part in all its feasts and gayeties. +But in time he grew weary of sport and play, +and of the idle ways and empty flatteries of courtiers, +and felt a strong desire to wander abroad in +search of strange adventures. So he bade his +nephew, Sir Lionel, to make ready, saying to him +that they two would leave the court and ride as +knights-errant through the land, to right wrongs +and punish crimes, to rescue the oppressed and +overthrow the proud and haughty, and knightly +to do and dare wherever they went.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span>So on a day in spring, when the summer was coming +with its flowers to adorn the rich green of the +grassy meads, and the birds sang gayly in the trees, +the two knights armed themselves at all points and +rode abroad, passing soon through a deep forest +and into a verdant plain beyond.</p> + +<p>Noon now came on, and the weather grew close +and sultry, so that Lancelot became drowsy. This +he told to Lionel, who pointed to a large apple-tree +by a hedge, and said,—</p> + +<p>"Yonder is a cool shadow. There we may rest +ourselves and our horses till the noontide heat has +passed."</p> + +<p>"You speak to the point," said Lancelot. "Not +for seven years have I been so sleepy as I am now?"</p> + +<p>They thereupon alighted, and tied their horses +to neighboring trees, and Lancelot laid himself +down beneath the apple-boughs, with his helmet +under his head for a pillow. Soon he was in deep +slumber, though Lionel kept awake.</p> + +<p>As they lay thus three knights came riding by +in panic fear, pushing their horses to the utmost +speed, while a single knight followed them in +furious pursuit. So well-made and strong-limbed +a man as this Lionel thought he had never seen +nor one in all respects so fully armed.</p> + +<p>As he looked, the pursuing knight overtook one +of the fugitives, and with a thrust of his spear flung +him prostrate to the ground. Then he served the +other two in the same manner. This done, he +alighted and bound the three knights with their +own bridle-reins.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<a name="Dream_Pg_139" id="Dream_Pg_139"></a><img src="images/p139.jpg" width="500" height="297" alt="Copyright by Frederick Hollyer, London, England. +DREAM OF SIR LANCELOT." title="DREAM OF SIR LANCELOT." /> +<span class="caption2">Copyright by Frederick Hollyer, London, England.<br /></span> +<span class="caption">DREAM OF SIR LANCELOT.</span> +</div> + +<p>When Lionel saw this, anger filled his soul, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span> +he thought to win honor in a bout of arms with +this vigorous champion, so he quietly took his +horse, so as not to waken Lancelot, and rode towards +the victor, loudly bidding him turn and try his +fortune in a joust.</p> + +<p>But the ambitious young knight soon found that +he had let youthful pride bring him into trouble, +for the strong warrior smote him so hard a blow +that horse and man went together to the earth. +Then the victor alighted and served Lionel as he +had done the others, binding him and flinging him +athwart his own horse.</p> + +<p>He did the same with the three others, and rode +away with his prisoners, until he came to a castle +that lay beyond the plain. Here he forced them +to remove their armor, and beat their naked skin +with thorns till they were ready to swoon with the +pain. Then he had them thrust into a deep prison +where were many other knights, whose groans and +lamentations filled the air with doleful sounds.</p> + +<p>Through all this Lancelot slept on, nor did he +waken from his slumber till another misadventure +had taken place. For Sir Hector de Maris, the +brother of Lionel, finding that Lancelot had left +the court to seek adventures, was angry that he +had not been asked to keep him company, and rode +hastily after him, hoping to overtake him.</p> + +<p>After he had ridden long in the forest he met +a man dressed like a forester, and asked him if +any knightly adventures could be found near by.</p> + +<p>"Sir knight," answered the forester, "I know +this country well, and can promise you all, and +mayhap more, than you want. Within a mile of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span> +here is a strong manor; by that manor, on the +left hand, is a fair ford for horses to drink at; +over that ford there grows a spreading tree; and +on that tree hang many shields which good knights +once wielded. On the trunk of the tree you will +see a basin of brass and copper, and if you seek +an adventure you have but to strike that basin +thrice with the butt of your spear. If then you do +not soon hear tidings of interest, you will have the +best fortune of any knight who has passed through +this forest for many a long year."</p> + +<p>"Gramercy, for your tidings," said Hector, and +rode rapidly on.</p> + +<p>Soon he came to the manor and the tree, and +saw the shields of which the forester had told him, +and to his surprise and grief he noted among them +the shield of his brother Lionel, and many more +that he knew belonged to Round Table knights. +Then, with a heart full of thoughts of revenge, he +beat upon the basin roundly with his spear, until +its clang rung far and wide. This done, he turned +his horse and let him drink at the ford.</p> + +<p>As he stood there he heard a loud voice behind +him, bidding him come out of the water and make +ready, and looking round he beheld a powerfully-built +knight on a strong horse.</p> + +<p>Hector wheeled his horse sharply, and putting +his spear in rest rode furiously upon this knight, +striking him so fierce a blow that his horse turned +twice around.</p> + +<p>"Well done," said the stranger. "That was a +knightly blow. But beware, it is my turn now."</p> + +<p>As he spoke he spurred his horse at full speed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span> +upon Hector, and struck him so skilfully that the +spear-head passed under his right arm and bore +him clear of the saddle into the air. Then, carrying +the knight like a trussed hare on his spear, +the victor rode onward into his own open hall, and +flung his captive down in the middle of the floor.</p> + +<p>"You have done more to me than any knight +has done for twelve years past," said the victor, +whose name was Sir Turquine. "Therefore I will +grant you your life and the liberty of the castle, +but you must swear to be my prisoner until death."</p> + +<p>"That will I never promise," said Hector. "I +will remain captive to no man if I can free myself."</p> + +<p>"Then I shall take care that you do not escape," +said Turquine.</p> + +<p>With these words he made Hector, on pain of +death, remove his armor, and then scourged him +with thorns as he had done the others, and flung +him into the prison where lay so many of his +fellows.</p> + +<p>When Hector saw his brother Lionel among +these his heart was ready to break with sorrow.</p> + +<p>"What has happened to Lancelot?" he demanded. +"You rode with him, and here you are +a prisoner. Alas! tell me not that any harm has +come to him."</p> + +<p>"Where he is and what he does I cannot tell," +said Lionel. "I left him asleep under an apple-tree +and rode alone on this dolorous venture. Would +that I had wakened him first."</p> + +<p>"Alas!" cried the knights, "we may never be +delivered unless Lancelot comes to our aid. Of +all knights living we know none but him who is a +fair match for Turquine, our robber lord."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<h4>THE CONTEST OF THE FOUR QUEENS.</h4> + + +<p>Noon had passed by, but the day was still warm, +and Lancelot lay yet in deep slumber, dreaming +nothing of what had happened while he slept. But +now there rode by the apple-tree under which he +lay a royal and brilliant cavalcade. For in it were +four queens of high estate, who were mounted on +white mules, and attired in regal robes, while beside +them rode four knights who bore on their spear-points +a cloth of green silk, so held as to shield the +queens from the heat of the sun.</p> + +<p>As they rode by Lancelot's place of slumber they +were startled by the loud neigh of a war-horse, and +looking about them they became aware of the sleeping +knight beneath the apple-tree. They drew near +and looked upon his face, and at once knew him +for Lancelot du Lake. Then they began pleasantly +to strive as to which of them should have the sleeping +knight for her lover.</p> + +<p>"Let me settle this debate," said Morgan le Fay, +who was one of the queens. "I shall by enchantment +make his sleep hold for six hours to come, +and shall have him borne to my castle. When he +is safely within my power I shall remove the enchantment, +and then he shall be made to choose +which of us he will have for his love. If he refuse +us all he shall pay the penalty."</p> + +<p>She did as she had said. Lancelot was laid sleeping +upon his shield and borne on horseback between<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span> +two knights, and so brought to a castle named +Chariot, where he was laid, still slumbering, in a +chamber. At night-fall a fair damsel was sent to +him with his supper ready prepared. By that time +the enchantment was past, and Lancelot woke as the +damsel came into his chamber and asked him how he +fared.</p> + +<p>"That I am not ready to say," answered Lancelot; +"for I know not how I came into this castle +unless it were by enchantment."</p> + +<p>"As to that I cannot speak," she replied. "I +can but bid you eat. If you be such a knight as +men say, I shall tell you more to-morrow morn."</p> + +<p>"Thanks, fair damsel," said Lancelot. "It +pleases me to have your good will."</p> + +<p>Little comfort had the good knight of that night's +sleep; but early in the morning there came to him +the four queens, each dressed in her richest attire, +adorned with rare jewels, and as beautiful as art and +skill could make them.</p> + +<p>They bade him good morning and he returned +their greeting, looking upon them with eyes of +admiration, but not of love.</p> + +<p>"You are our prisoner, sir knight," said Morgan. +"We know you well. You are Lancelot of +the Lake, King Ban's son. And well we understand +that you are named the worthiest knight +living, and that men say that no lady in the land +but Queen Guenever can have your love. But this +we would have you know, that you must choose +one of us four as your heart's queen, for if you +refuse you shall never see Arthur's queen again. I +am Morgan le Fay, queen of the land of Gore, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> +here is the Queen of Northgalis, the Queen of East-land, +and the Queen of the Out Islands. We bid +you to forget Guenever and choose of us the one +you will have for your love. If you choose not it +will be worse for you, for I shall hold you in prison +until death."</p> + +<p>"This is a hard chance," said Lancelot, "that I +must die in prison or profess a love that I do not +feel. Let me tell you this, though I die twice in +your dungeon I will have none of you, for you +are false enchantresses and not true dames for +honest men to love. As for dame Guenever, were +I at liberty I would prove it on all the knights whom +you command that she is of all ladies the truest +to her lord."</p> + +<p>"Is this, then, your answer," said Morgan, "that +you disdain our love?"</p> + +<p>"On my life it is!" cried Lancelot. "Such love +as yours is not for honest knights; and my love +is not to be had for the bidding."</p> + +<p>"You may live to change your mind," said Morgan. +"Prison life and prison fare may cure your +pride."</p> + +<p>With these words they departed, leaving Lancelot +in gloom of mind but steadfastness of heart.</p> + +<p>At noon, the damsel who had brought him his +supper the night before came with his dinner, and +asked him again how he fared.</p> + +<p>"Never so ill," said Lancelot. "For never before +was I held under lock and key, and never was +worthy knight so shamefully entreated."</p> + +<p>"It grieves me deeply to see you in such distress," +she said. "If you will be ruled by me,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span> +and make me a promise, you shall be set free from +this prison, though at the risk of my life."</p> + +<p>"I will grant your wish if it be in my power," +said Lancelot. "These queenly sorceresses have +destroyed many a good knight, and I would give +much to be out of their hands."</p> + +<p>"They crave your love from what they have heard +of your honor and renown," answered the damsel. +"They say your name is Lancelot du Lake, the +flower of knights, and your refusal of their love has +filled their souls with anger. But for my aid you +might die in their hands. The promise I ask is +this. On Tuesday morning next there is to be a +tournament between my father and the King of +Northgalis. My father was lately overpowered by +three of Arthur's knights, and if you will be there +and help him in this coming fray I will engage to +deliver you from your bondage at dawn to-morrow."</p> + +<p>"Tell me your father's name," said Lancelot, +"and then you shall have my answer."</p> + +<p>"His name is King Bagdemagus."</p> + +<p>"I know him well," said Lancelot. "He is a +noble king and a good knight. By the faith of my +body, I promise to give him what aid I can."</p> + +<p>"A hundred thanks, dear sir," she said. "Be +ready to-morrow early. I shall be here to deliver +you, and take you to where you can find your horse +and armor. Within ten miles of this castle is an +abbey of white monks. There I beg you to stay and +thither I shall bring my father to you."</p> + +<p>"As I am a true knight you can trust me," said +Lancelot.</p> + +<p>With this the damsel departed. But at early<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> +dawn of the next day she came again, as she had +promised, and found Lancelot ready and eager for +flight. Then they crept through hall and passage, +with heedful tread and bated breath, until she had +opened twelve locked doors and reached the castle +yard.</p> + +<p>The sun was just giving its rose tints to the east +when she brought him to the place where his horse +and armor were kept, and with hasty fingers helped +him to arm. Then, taking a great spear and mounting +his noble steed, Lancelot rode forth, saying +cheerily,—</p> + +<p>"Fair damsel, by the grace of God I shall not +fail you."</p> + +<p>And still slumber lay deep upon the castle, and +not one of the queens nor a soul of those who dwelt +therein was wakened by the sound.</p> + +<p>But not far had the escaping knight departed +from the castle before he entered a thick forest, in +whose depths he wandered lost all that day, finding +no high road, and no trace of the abbey of white +monks. Night at length came upon him, and now +he found himself in a valley where he saw a pavilion +of red sendal.</p> + +<p>"Fortune aids me," said Lancelot. "Whoever +owns that pavilion, it shall give me shelter for the +night."</p> + +<p>He thereupon alighted, tied his horse to a tree +near by, and entered the pavilion, in which was a +comfortable bed. Disarming, he laid himself therein, +and very soon was lost in heavy slumber.</p> + +<p>Within an hour afterwards the knight who owned +the pavilion came thither, and laid himself upon the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span> +bed without noticing that it was already occupied. +His entrance wakened Lancelot, who, on feeling this +intrusion, sprang in quick alarm from the bed and +grasped his sword. The other knight, no less +alarmed, did the same, and sword in hand they +rushed out from the pavilion into the open air, +and fell into mortal combat by the side of a little +stream that there ran past.</p> + +<p>The fight was quickly at an end, for after a few +passes the knight of the pavilion fell to the earth, +wounded nearly unto death.</p> + +<p>"I yield me, sir knight," he cried. "But I fear +I have fought my last."</p> + +<p>"Why came you into my bed?" demanded +Lancelot.</p> + +<p>"The pavilion is my own," said the knight. "It +is ill fortune that I should die for seeking my own +bed."</p> + +<p>"Then I am sorry to have hurt you," said Lancelot. +"I have lately been beguiled by treason, +and was in dread of it. Come into the pavilion. +It may be that I can stanch your blood."</p> + +<p>They entered the pavilion, where Lancelot, with +skilful hands, dressed the knight's wound and +stopped the bleeding. As he did so the knight's +lady entered the pavilion, and fell into deep lamentation +and accusal of Lancelot, on seeing how sorely +her lord was hurt.</p> + +<p>"Peace, my lady and love," said the knight. +"This is a worthy and honorable gentleman. I +am in fault for my hurt, and he has saved my life +by his skill and care."</p> + +<p>"Will you tell me what knight you are?" asked +the lady.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span>"Fair lady," he replied, "my name is Lancelot +du Lake."</p> + +<p>"So your face and voice told me," she replied, +"for I have seen you often, and know you better +than you deem. And I would ask of your courtesy, +for the harm you have done to my lord Beleus and +the grief you have given me, that you will cause +my lord to be made a Knight of the Round Table. +This I can say for him, that he is a man of warlike +prowess, and the lord of many islands."</p> + +<p>"Let him come to the court at the next high +feast," said Lancelot; "and come you with him. +I shall do what I can for him, and if he prove as +good a knight as you say, I doubt not but King +Arthur will grant your request."</p> + +<p>While they still talked the night passed and the +day dawned. Then Lancelot armed himself, and +asking of them the way to the abbey, rode thither, +where he arrived within the space of two hours.</p> + +<p>As Lancelot rode within the abbey yard, the +damsel to whom he owed his deliverance from the +prison of Morgan le Fay sprang from a couch and +ran to a window, roused by the loud clang of hoofs +upon the pavement.</p> + +<p>Seeing who it was, she hurried gladly down, and +bade some of the men to take his horse to the stable, +and others to lead him to a chamber, whither she +sent him a robe to wear when he had laid off his +armor.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<a name="Arches_Pg_149" id="Arches_Pg_149"></a><img src="images/p149.jpg" width="500" height="293" alt="OLD ARCHES OF THE ABBEY WALL." title="OLD ARCHES OF THE ABBEY WALL." /> +<span class="caption">OLD ARCHES OF THE ABBEY WALL.</span> +</div> + +<p>Then she entered the chamber and bade him +heartily welcome, saying that of all knights in the +world he was the one she most wished to see. +Ordering breakfast to be prepared for the hungry<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span> +knight, she sent in haste for her father, who was +within twelve miles of the abbey. Before eventide +he came, and with him a fair following of knights.</p> + +<p>As soon as King Bagdemagus reached the abbey, +he went straight to the room where were Lancelot +and his daughter in conversation, and took Lancelot +in his arms, bidding him warmly welcome.</p> + +<p>In the talk that followed, Lancelot told the king +of his late adventures, the loss of his nephew Lionel, +his own betrayal, and his rescue by the maiden, his +daughter: "For which," he said, "I owe my +best service to her and hers while I live."</p> + +<p>"Then can I trust in your help on Tuesday +next?" asked the king.</p> + +<p>"That I have already promised your daughter," +said Lancelot. "I shall not fail. But she tells +me that in your last bout you lost the field through +three of King Arthur's knights, who aided the King +of Northgalis, and that it is against these knights +you need assistance. What knights were they?"</p> + +<p>"They were Sir Mador de la Porte, Sir Mordred, +and Sir Gahalatine. Do what we could, neither I +nor my knights could make head against them."</p> + +<p>"I would not have them know me," said Lancelot. +"My plan, therefore, is this. Send me here +three of your best knights, and see that they have +white shields, with no device, and that I also have +such a shield. Then shall we four, when the fight +is well on, come out of a wood into the midst of +the fray, and do what we can to defeat these champions."</p> + +<p>This plan was carried out as Lancelot had devised. +On the day fixed for the tournament he,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> +with his three white-shielded companions, placed +himself in ambush in a leafy grove near where the +lists were raised. Around the field were rows of +benches where the spectators might sit, and richly-adorned +seats for the lords and ladies who were to +adjudge the combat and award the prize of skill +and valor.</p> + +<p>Then into the lists rode the King of Northgalis, +with a following of fourscore knights, and attended +by the three knights of Arthur's court, who stood +apart by themselves. Into the opposite side of the +lists rode King Bagdemagus, with as many knights +in his train.</p> + +<p>When all were in place the signal for the onset +was given, and the knights put their spears in rest +and rode together with a great rush, and with such +fatal fortune that twelve of the party of Bagdemagus +and six of that of Northgalis were slain at +the first encounter, while the knights of King Bagdemagus +were driven back in disorder.</p> + +<p>At this critical juncture Lancelot and his companions +broke from their concealment and rode +into the lists, forcing their horses into the thick +of the press. Then Lancelot did deeds of such +marvellous strength and skill that all men deeply +wondered who could be the valiant knight of the +white shield. For with one spear he smote down +five knights, with such force that four of them +broke their backs in the fall. Then turning on the +King of Northgalis, he hurled him from his horse +and broke his thigh.</p> + +<p>The three knights of Arthur's court, who had +not yet joined in the fray, saw this, and rode +forward.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span>"A shrewd guest that," said Mador. "Let me +have at him."</p> + +<p>But his fortune was not equal to his hopes, for +Lancelot bore down horse and man, so that Mador's +shoulder was put out of joint by the fall.</p> + +<p>"Now is my turn," said Mordred.</p> + +<p>He rode fiercely on Lancelot, who turned nimbly +and met him in full career, Mordred's spear shivering +unto his hand when it struck the firm white +shield. But Lancelot gave him so shrewd a buffet +that the bow of his saddle broke, and he was flung +over his horse's tail with such violence that his helmet +went more than a foot into the earth. Fortune +saved him from a broken neck, but he lay long +in a swoon.</p> + +<p>Then Gahalatine and Lancelot rode together with +all their force, the spears of both breaking, but both +keeping their seats. They now drew their swords, +and struck each other many a keen blow. At length +Lancelot, with a burst of wrath, smote Gahalatine +so fierce a stroke on the helm that blood burst from +his nose, mouth, and ears, and his head drooped on +his breast. His horse ran in fright from the fray, +while he fell headlong from his saddle to the ground.</p> + +<p>Lancelot now drew back and received from the +attendants a stout, strong spear, and with this rode +again into the fray. Before that spear broke he +had unhorsed sixteen knights, some of them being +borne from their saddles, while others were hurled +horse and man together to the earth. Then getting +another spear he unhorsed twelve more knights, +some of whom never throve afterwards. This +ended the tournament, for the knights of Northgalis +refused to fight any longer against a champion of +such mighty prowess, and the prize was awarded +to King Bagdemagus.</p> + +<p>Lancelot now rode with King Bagdemagus from +the lists to his castle, where they had great feasting +and rejoicing, and where Lancelot was proffered +rich gifts for the noble service he had rendered. +But these he refused to accept.</p> + +<p>On the following morning Lancelot took his leave, +saying that he must go in search of Lionel, who had +vanished from his side during his sleep. But +before going he commended all present to God's +grace, and said to the king's daughter,—</p> + +<p>"If you have need any time of my service I pray +you let me know, and I shall not fail you, as I am +a true knight."</p> + +<p>And so Lancelot departed, having had strange +adventures and won much renown since he had +parted from his nephew Lionel.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<h4>HOW LANCELOT AND TURQUINE FOUGHT.</h4> + + +<p>Not far nor long had Lancelot ridden before he +found himself in familiar scenes, and in a short +time he beheld that same apple-tree under which +he had lain asleep.</p> + +<p>"I shall take care never to sleep again beneath<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span> +your shade," he said, grimly. "The fruit you +bear is not wholesome for errant knights."</p> + +<p>He rode by it, but had not followed the highway +far when he met a damsel riding on a white palfrey, +who saluted him. He courteously returned her +salute, and said,—</p> + +<p>"Fair damsel, know you of any adventures that +may be had in this land?"</p> + +<p>"Sir knight," she replied, "if you crave adventures +you will not need to go far to find one. But +it is one it might be safest for you not to undertake."</p> + +<p>"Why should I not?" said Lancelot. "I came +here seeking adventures, and am not the man to +turn back from a shadow."</p> + +<p>"You seem to be a good knight," she replied, +regarding him closely. "If you dare face a powerful +fighter, I can bring you where is the best and +mightiest in this land. But first I would know +what knight you are."</p> + +<p>"As for my name, you are welcome to it," he +replied. "Men call me Lancelot du Lake."</p> + +<p>"This, then, is the adventure. Near by there +dwells a knight who has never yet found his match, +and who is ever ready for a joust. His name is Sir +Turquine. As I am told, he has overcome and +has in prison in his castle sixty-four knights of +Arthur's court, whom he has met and vanquished +in single combat. You shall fight with him if you +will. And if you overcome him, then I shall beg +for your aid against a false knight who daily distresses +me and other damsels. Have I your +promise?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span>"There is nothing I would rather do," said Lancelot. +"Bring me now where I may meet this +Turquine. When I have ended with him I shall +be at your service."</p> + +<p>"Come this way," she replied, and led him to +the ford and the tree where hung the basin.</p> + +<p>Lancelot waited here until his horse had drunk, +and then he beat on the basin with the butt of his +spear with such force that its bottom fell out, but +no one answered his challenge. He knocked then +loudly at the manor gates, but they remained +closed. Finding no entrance, he rode for half an +hour along the manor walls, looking heedfully for +Sir Turquine, whom he fancied must be abroad. +At the end of that time he saw a knight who drove +a horse before him, and athwart that horse lay an +armed knight, bound.</p> + +<p>As they drew near, Lancelot noticed something +familiar in the aspect of the bound knight, and +when they had come close he recognized him as +Gaheris, the brother of Gawaine, and a Knight of +the Round Table.</p> + +<p>"That prisoner is a fellow of mine," he said to +the damsel. "I shall begin, I promise you, by +God's help, with rescuing him; and unless his +captor sit better than I in the saddle, I shall deliver +all his prisoners, among whom, I am sure, are some +of my near kindred."</p> + +<p>By this time Turquine was close at hand, and +on seeing an armed knight thus confront him he +drew up his horse and gripped his spear fiercely.</p> + +<p>"Fair sir," said Lancelot, "put down that +wounded knight and let him rest a while, while<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span> +you and I find out who is the better man. I am +told you have done much wrong to Knights of +the Round Table, and I am here to revenge them. +Therefore, defend yourself."</p> + +<p>"If you be of the Round Table," said Turquine, +"I defy you and all your fellowship."</p> + +<p>"That is easy to say," retorted Lancelot. "Now +let me see what you are ready to do."</p> + +<p>Then, they put their spears in the rests, and rode +together with the force of two ships meeting in +mid-ocean, smiting each other so strongly in the +midst of their shields that the backs of both horses +broke beneath them. The knights, astonished at +this result, leaped hastily to the ground to avoid +being overthrown.</p> + +<p>Then, drawing their swords and bearing their +shields in front, they came hotly together, striking +with such force that shield and armor alike gave +way beneath the mighty blows, and blood soon began +to flow freely from their wounds. Thus for +two hours and more the deadly contest continued, +the knights striking, parrying, advancing, and retiring +with all the skill of perfect swordsmen. At the +last they both paused through lack of breath, and +stood leaning upon their swords, and facing each +other grimly.</p> + +<p>"Hold thy hand a while, fellow," said Turquine, +"and tell me what I shall ask thee."</p> + +<p>"Say on," rejoined Lancelot, briefly.</p> + +<p>"Thou art the strongest and best-breathed man +that ever I met with, and art much like the knight +that I hate most of all men. If you are not he, +then for the esteem I have for you I will release all<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span> +my prisoners, and we shall be fellows together while +we live. But first of all I would know your name."</p> + +<p>"You speak well," said Lancelot. "But since +you promise me your friendship, tell me what knight +it is you hate so deeply?"</p> + +<p>"His name," said Turquine, "is Lancelot du +Lake. He slew my brother Carados at the dolorous +tower, and I have vowed that, if I should meet him, +one of us shall make an end of the other. Through +hate of him I have slain a hundred knights, and +maimed as many more, while of those I have thrown +in prison, many are dead, and threescore and four +yet live. If you will tell me your name, and it +be not Lancelot, all these shall be delivered."</p> + +<p>"It stands, then," said Lancelot, "that if I be +one man I may have your peace and friendship, +and if I be another man there will be mortal war +between us. If you would know my name, it is +Lancelot du Lake, son of King Ban of Benwick, +and Knight of the Table Round. And now do +your best, for I defy you."</p> + +<p>"Ah, Lancelot!" said Turquine, "never was +knight so welcome to me. This is the meeting I +have long sought, and we shall never part till one +of us be dead."</p> + +<p>Then they rushed together like two wild bulls, +lashing at each other with shield and sword, and +striking such fiery blows that pieces of steel flew +from their armor of proof, and blood poured from +many new wounds.</p> + +<p>Two hours longer the fight continued, Turquine +giving Lancelot many wounds and receiving stinging +blows in return, till at the end he drew back<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span> +faint with loss of breath and of blood, and bore his +shield low through weakness. This Lancelot +quickly perceived, and leaped fiercely upon him, +seizing him by the beaver of his helmet and dragging +him down to his knees. Then he tore off his +helm, and swinging in the air his fatal blade, smote +off his head so that it leaped like a live thing upon +the ground, while the body fell prostrate in death.</p> + +<p>"So much for Turquine," said Lancelot. "He +will take prisoner no more Round Table knights. +But by my faith, there are not many such men as +he, and he and I might have faced the world. Now, +damsel, I am ready to go with you where you will, +but I have no horse."</p> + +<p>"Take that of this wounded knight; and let him +go into the manor and release the prisoners."</p> + +<p>"That is well advised," said Lancelot, who thereupon +went to Gaheris and begged that he would +lend him his horse.</p> + +<p>"Lend it!" cried Gaheris. "I will give it, and +would give ten if I had them, for I owe my life +and my horse both to you. You have slain in my +sight the mightiest man and the best knight that I +ever saw, except yourself. And, fair sir, I pray +you tell me your name?"</p> + +<p>"My name is Lancelot du Lake. I owe you +rescue for King Arthur's sake, and for that of +Gawaine, your brother and my comrade. Within +that manor you will find many Knights of the +Round Table, whose shields you may see on yonder +tree. I pray you greet them all from me, and say +I bid them take for their own such stuff as they +find there. I must ride on with this damsel to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span> +keep my promise, but I hope to be back at the court +by the feast of Pentecost. Bid Lionel and Hector +await me there."</p> + +<p>This said, he mounted and rode on, while Gaheris +went into the manor-house. Here he found a yeoman +porter, who accosted him surlily. Gaheris +flung the dogged fellow to the floor, and took from +him his keys. With these he opened the prison +doors and released the captives, who thanked him +warmly for their rescue, for they saw that he was +wounded, and deemed that he had vanquished +Turquine.</p> + +<p>"It was not I," said Gaheris, "that slew your +tyrant. You have Lancelot to thank for that. He +greets you all, and asks Lionel and Hector to wait +for him at the court."</p> + +<p>"That we shall not do," said they. "While we +live we shall seek him."</p> + +<p>"So shall I," said Kay, who was among the prisoners, +"as I am a true knight."</p> + +<p>Then the released knights sought their armor and +horses, and as they did so a forester rode into the +court, with four horses laden with fat venison.</p> + +<p>"Here is for us," said Kay. "We have not had +such a repast as this promises for many a long day. +That rogue Turquine owes us a dinner at least."</p> + +<p>Then the manor-kitchens were set in a blaze, and +the venison was roasted, baked, and sodden, the +half-starved knights enjoying such a hearty meal +as they had long been without. Some of them +afterwards stayed in the manor-house for the night, +though in more agreeable quarters than they had +of late occupied. But Lionel, Hector, and Kay rode<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> +in quest of Lancelot, resolved to find him if it +were possible, and to lose no time in the search.</p> + +<p>As for the victorious knight, he had many strange +adventures, of which we can tell only those of most +interest. First of all, he performed the task which +the damsel required of him, for he met and killed +that false knight against whom she prayed for +redress.</p> + +<p>"You have done this day a double service to mankind," +said the damsel, gratefully. "As Turquine +destroyed knights, so did this villain, whose name +was Peris de Forest Savage, destroy and distress +ladies and gentlewomen, and he is well repaid for +his villany."</p> + +<p>"Do you want any more service of me?" asked +Lancelot.</p> + +<p>"Not at this time. But may heaven preserve +you wherever you go, for you deserve the prayers +of all who are in distress. But one thing, it seems +to me, you lack: you are a wifeless knight. The +world says that you will love no maiden, but that +your heart is turned only to Queen Guenever, who +has ordained by enchantment that you shall love +none but her. This I hold to be a great pity, and +many in the land are sorry to see so noble a knight +so enchained."</p> + +<p>"I cannot stop people from thinking what they +will," said Lancelot, "but as for marrying, I shall +not soon consent to be a stay-at-home knight. +And as for Guenever's enchantment, it is only that +of beauty and womanly graciousness. What time +may bring me I know not, but as yet it has not +brought me a fancy for wedded life. I thank you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span> +for your good wishes, fair damsel, and courteously +bid you farewell."</p> + +<p>With these words Lancelot and she parted, she +seeking her home, and the knight riding in quest +of new adventures. For two days his journey continued, +through a country strange to him. On the +morning of the third day he found himself beside +a wide stream, which was crossed by a long bridge, +beyond which rose the battlemented towers of a +strong castle.</p> + +<p>Lancelot rode upon the bridge, but before he had +reached its middle there started out a foul-faced +churl, who smote his horse a hard blow on the nose, +and asked him surlily why he dared cross that bridge +without license.</p> + +<p>"Why should I not, if I wish?" asked the +knight. "Who has the right to hinder?"</p> + +<p>"I have," cried the churl. "You may choose +what you will, but you shall not ride here," and he +struck at him furiously with a great iron-shod club.</p> + +<p>At this affront Lancelot angrily drew his sword, +and with one stroke warded off the blow, and cut +the churl's head in twain.</p> + +<p>"So much for you, fool," he said.</p> + +<p>But when he reached the end of the bridge he +found there a village, whose people cried out to +him, "You have done a sorry deed for yourself, for +you have slain the chief porter of our castle."</p> + +<p>Lancelot rode on, heedless of their cries, and forcing +his great horse through the throng till he came +to the castle walls. The gates of these stood open, +and he rode in, where he saw a fair green court, +and beyond it the stately walls and towers. At the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span> +windows were the faces of many people, who cried +to him in dismay,—</p> + +<p>"Fair knight, turn and fly. Death awaits you +here."</p> + +<p>"Fly! I have not learned how," answered Lancelot, +as he sprang from his horse and tied him to +a ring in the wall. "This court seems a fair place +for knightly combat, and it fits better with my +mood to fight than fly."</p> + +<p>Hardly had he spoken when from the castle doors +came two strong giants, armed all but their heads, +and bearing as weapons great iron clubs. They +set upon Lancelot together, the foremost making +a stroke that would have slain him had it reached +him. But the knight warded it off with his shield, +and agilely returned the blow with his sword, with +so vigorous a stroke that he cleft the giant's head +in twain.</p> + +<p>When his fellow saw this, he turned and ran in +panic fear, but Lancelot furiously pursued him, +and struck him so fierce a blow that the sword clove +his great body asunder from shoulder to waist.</p> + +<p>"Is it not better to fight than to fly?" cried +Lancelot to the glad faces which he now saw at the +windows, and, leaving the dead giants crimsoning +the green verdure, he strode into the castle hall, +where there came before him threescore ladies, who +fell on their knees and thanked God and him for +their deliverance.</p> + +<p>"Blessed be the day thou wert born, sir knight," +they said, "for many brave warriors have died in +seeking to do what thou hast achieved this day. +We are all of us gentlewomen born, and many of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span> +us have been prisoners here for seven years, working +in silk for these giants that we might earn our +food. We pray you to tell us your name, that +our friends may know who has delivered us, and +remember you in their prayers."</p> + +<p>"Fair ladies," he said, "my name is Lancelot du +Lake."</p> + +<p>"You may well be he," they replied. "For we +know no other knight that could have faced those +giants together, and slain them as you have done."</p> + +<p>"Say unto your friends," said Lancelot, "that +I send them greeting, and that I shall expect good +cheer from them if ever I should come into their +manors. As for the treasure in this castle, I give +it to you in payment for your captivity. For the +castle itself, its lord, whom these giants have dispossessed, +may claim again his heritage."</p> + +<p>"The castle," they replied, "is named Tintagil. +The duke who owned it was the husband of Queen +Igraine, King Arthur's mother. But it has long +been held by these miscreant giants."</p> + +<p>"Then," said Lancelot, "the castle belongs to +the king, and shall be returned to him. And now +farewell, and God be with you."</p> + +<p>So saying, he mounted his horse and rode away, +followed by the thanks and prayers of the rescued +ladies.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<h4>THE CHAPEL PERILOUS.</h4> + + +<p>Lancelot rode onward day after day, passing +through many strange and wild countries, and over +many rivers, and finding but sorry cheer and ill +lodging as he went. At length fortune brought him +to a comfortable wayside mansion, where he was +well received, and after a good supper was lodged +in a chamber over the gateway.</p> + +<p>But he had not been long asleep when he was +aroused by a furious knocking at the gate. Springing +from his bed, he looked from the window, and +there by the moonlight saw one knight defending +himself against three, who were pressing him +closely. The knight fought bravely, but was in +danger of being overpowered.</p> + +<p>"Those are not fair odds," said Lancelot. "I +must to the rescue, and the more so as I see that it +is my old friend, Sir Kay, who is being so roughly +handled."</p> + +<p>Then he hastily put on his armor, and by aid of +a sheet lowered himself from a window to the +ground.</p> + +<p>"Turn this way," he cried to the assailants, +"and leave that knight. Three to one is not +knightly odds."</p> + +<p>At these words they turned upon him, all three +striking at him together, and forcing him to defend +himself. Kay would have come to his aid, but he +cried out,—</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span>"I will have none of your help. Stand off and +leave me alone, or fight them yourself."</p> + +<p>At this Kay stood aside, and Lancelot attacked +the three miscreants so fiercely that within six +strokes he felled them all to the ground. They +now begged for mercy, yielding to him as a man +of matchless skill.</p> + +<p>"I will not take your yielding," he replied. +"Yield to Sir Kay, here, whom you foully over-matched."</p> + +<p>"You ask too much of us, fair sir. It is not +just that we should yield to him whom we would +have vanquished but for you."</p> + +<p>"Think well," returned Lancelot. "You shall +yield or die. The choice is yours."</p> + +<p>"That is a choice with but one side. Yield we +must, if death is the alternative."</p> + +<p>"Then I bid you on Whitsunday next, to present +yourselves to Queen Guenever at King Arthur's +court, and put yourselves in her grace and mercy, +saying that Sir Kay sent you there as prisoners."</p> + +<p>This they took oath to do, each knight swearing +upon his sword; whereupon Lancelot suffered them +to depart.</p> + +<p>He now knocked at the gate with the pommel +of his sword, till his host came, who started with +surprise on seeing him there.</p> + +<p>"I thought you were safe a-bed," he said.</p> + +<p>"So I was. But I sprang from the window to +help an old fellow of mine."</p> + +<p>When they came to the light, Kay recognized +Lancelot, and fell on his knees to thank him for +saving his life.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span>"What I have done is nothing but what duty +and good fellowship demanded," said Lancelot. +"Are you hungry?"</p> + +<p>"Half starved," answered Kay.</p> + +<p>"Mayhap our good host can find you food."</p> + +<p>Meat was thereupon brought, of which Kay ate +heartily, after which he and Lancelot sought their +beds in the gate chamber.</p> + +<p>But in the morning Lancelot rose while Kay was +still asleep, and took his guest's armor and shield, +leaving his own. Then he proceeded to the stable, +mounted his horse, and rode away. Shortly afterwards +Kay awoke, and quickly perceived what his +comrade had done.</p> + +<p>"Good," he said, with a laugh. "Lancelot is +after some sport. I fancy that more than one +knight will get more than he bargains for if he +thinks he has me to deal with. As for me, with +Lancelot's armor and shield, I shall be left to ride +in peace, for few, I fancy, will trouble me."</p> + +<p>Kay thereupon put on Lancelot's armor, and, +thanking his host, rode away. Meanwhile Lancelot +had ridden on till he found himself in a low country +full of meadows and rivers. Here he passed a +bridge at whose end were three pavilions of silk +and sendal, and at the door of each a white shield +on the truncheon of a spear, while three squires +stood at the pavilion doors. Lancelot rode leisurely +by, without a word and hardly a look.</p> + +<p>When he had passed, the knights looked after +him, saying to one another, "That is the proud +Kay. He deems no knight so good as he, though +it has often been proved otherwise."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span>"I shall ride after him," said one. "We shall +see if his pride does not have a fall. Watch me, +comrades, if you would see some sport."</p> + +<p>He sped but poorly, as it proved, for within a +short time he was hurled grovelling to the earth. +Then the two others rode in succession against +the disguised knight, and both met with the same +sorry fate.</p> + +<p>"You are not Kay, the seneschal," they cried. +"He never struck such blows. Tell us your name +and we will yield."</p> + +<p>"You shall yield, whether you will or not," he +replied. "Look that you be at court by Whitsunday, +and yield yourselves to Queen Guenever, +saying to her that Sir Kay sent you thither as +prisoners."</p> + +<p>This they swore to do, in dread of worse handling, +and Lancelot rode on, leaving them to help themselves +as best they might. Not far had he gone +when he entered a forest, and in an open glade of +this saw four knights resting under an oak. He +knew them at sight to be from Arthur's court, two +of them being Gawaine and Uwaine; the other two +Hector de Maris, and Sagramour le Desirous.</p> + +<p>They, as the three previous knights had done, +mistook Lancelot for Kay, and Sagramour rode +after him, vowing that he would try what skill the +seneschal had. He quickly found, for horse and +man together were hurled to the ground, while +Lancelot sat unmoved in his saddle.</p> + +<p>"I would have sworn that Kay could not give +such a buffet as that," said Hector. "Let us see +what I can do with him."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span>His luck was even worse, for he went to the earth +with a spear-hole in his shoulder, his shield and +armor being pierced.</p> + +<p>"By my faith!" said Uwaine, "that knight is +a bigger and stronger man than Kay. He must have +slain the seneschal and taken his armor. He has +proved himself a hard man to match, but if Kay +has been slain it is our duty to revenge him."</p> + +<p>He thereupon rode against Lancelot, but with +as ill fortune as his fellows, for he was flung so +violently to the earth that he lay long out of his +senses.</p> + +<p>"Whoever he be," cried Gawaine, "he has overturned +my comrades, and I must encounter him. +Defend yourself, sir knight."</p> + +<p>Then the two knights rode fiercely together, each +striking the other in the midst of the shield. But +Gawaine's spear broke, while that of Lancelot held +good, and struck so strong a blow that the horse was +overturned, Gawaine barely escaping being crushed +beneath him.</p> + +<p>This done, Lancelot rode slowly on, smiling to +himself, and saying, "God give joy to the man +that made this spear, for a better no knight ever +handled."</p> + +<p>"What say you of this knight, who with one +spear has felled us all?" said Gawaine. "To my +thinking, it is Lancelot or the devil. He rides like +Lancelot."</p> + +<p>"We shall find out in good time," said the others; +"but he has left us sore bodies and sick hearts, and +our poor horses are the worse for the trial."</p> + +<p>Lancelot rode on through the forest, thinking<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span> +quietly to himself of the surprise he had given to +his late assailants, and of the sport it would thereafter +make in the court. But new and stranger +adventures awaited him, for he was now coming +into a land of enchantment, where more than mere +strength would be needed.</p> + +<p>What he saw, after he had ridden long and far, +was a black brachet, which was coursing as if in +the track of a hurt deer; but he quickly perceived +that the dog was upon a trail of fresh blood. He +followed the brachet, which looked behind as it ran, +as if with desire to lead him on. In time he saw +before him an old manor, over whose bridge ran +the dog. When Lancelot had ridden over the +bridge, that shook beneath his hoofs as if it was +ready to fall, he came into a great hall, where lay +a dead knight whose wounds the dog was licking. +As he stood there a lady rushed weeping from +a chamber, and wrung her hands in grief as she +accused him of having slain her lord.</p> + +<p>"Madam, it was not I," said Lancelot. "I +never saw him till his dog led me here, and I am +sorry enough for your misfortune."</p> + +<p>"I should have known it could not be you," she +said. "I was led by my grief to speak wildly. For +he that killed my husband is sorely wounded himself, +and I can promise him this, that he will never +recover. I have wrought him a charm that no +leech's skill can overcome."</p> + +<p>"What was your husband's name?" asked Lancelot.</p> + +<p>"Sir Gilbert," she replied. "As for him that +slew him, I know not his name."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span>"God send you better comfort," said Lancelot. +"I am sorry for your misfortune."</p> + +<p>Then he rode again into the forest, and in a +short space met a damsel who knew him well, for +his visor was up and his face shown.</p> + +<p>"You are well found, my lord Lancelot," she +said. "I beg you of your knighthood to help my +brother, who lies near by sorely wounded, and never +stops bleeding. He fought to-day with Sir Gilbert +and slew him in fair battle, and now is dying +through foul enchantment. Not far from here +dwells a lady sorceress, who has wrought this harm, +and who told me to-day that my brother's wounds +would never heal till I could find a knight who +would go into the Chapel Perilous, and bring thence +the sword of the slain knight and a piece of the +bloody cloth that he is wrapped in. My brother +will die unless his wounds are touched with that +sword and that cloth, for nothing else on earth will +stop their bleeding."</p> + +<p>"This is a marvellous tale," said Lancelot. +"Who is your brother?"</p> + +<p>"His name is Meliot de Logres."</p> + +<p>"Then he is one of my fellows of the Round +Table, and I will do all I can to help him. What +and where the Chapel Perilous is I know not, but +I do not fear its perils."</p> + +<p>"This highway will bring you to it, and at no +great distance," she replied. "I shall here await +your return. I know no knight but you who can +achieve this task, and truly you will find it no light +one, for you have enchantment and sorcery to +encounter."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span>Little was Lancelot downcast by these words, +and he rode on to the Chapel Perilous with no dread +in his bold heart. Reaching the building indicated, +he alighted and tied his horse beside the gate. Then +he entered the church-yard, and there he saw on the +chapel front many shields hung upside down, some +of them being well known to him.</p> + +<p>But his eyes were quickly drawn from these, for +suddenly there appeared before him thirty gigantic +knights, all clad in jet-black armor, and every man +of them a foot higher than common men. All +bore swords and shields, and as they stood there +they grinned and gnashed at him with baleful +faces.</p> + +<p>Dread came into Lancelot's heart on seeing this +frightful throng of black warriors, with their +demon-like countenances. But commending his +soul to God, he took his sword in hand and advanced +resolutely upon them. Then, to his surprise +and gladness, when they saw this bold advance +they scattered right and left before him, like dead +leaves before the wind, and gave him open passage +to the chapel, which he entered without further +opposition.</p> + +<p>Here was no light but that of a dim lamp, and +on a bier in the centre of the aisle there lay a +corpse that was covered with a cloth of silk. On +coming up, Lancelot gazed upon the face and saw +that it was that of Sir Gilbert, whose dead body +he had seen but lately in the hall of the manor-house.</p> + +<p>Then he bent over the corpse and cut away a +piece of the silk, and as he did so he felt the floor<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span> +to sink and rock beneath him as if the earth had +quaked. This gave him a thrill of dread, and +seizing the sword that lay by the side of the corpse +he hastened out of the chapel.</p> + +<p>When he reached the chapel-yard the black +knights thronged again in his pathway, and cried +to him with voices of thunder,—</p> + +<p>"Knight, yield us that sword, or you shall die!"</p> + +<p>"Whether I live or die, it will need more than +loud words to force me to yield it. You may +fight for it if you will. And I warn you, you will +need to fight hard."</p> + +<p>Then, as before, they scattered before his bold +advance, and left him free passage. Lancelot strode +resolutely on through the chapel-yard, but in the +highway beyond he met a fair damsel, who said to +him,—</p> + +<p>"Sir Lancelot, you know not what risk you run. +Leave that sword, or you will die for it."</p> + +<p>"I got it not so easy that I should leave it for +a threat," he replied.</p> + +<p>"You are wise," she answered. "I did but test +your judgment. If you had yielded the sword +you would never have looked on Queen Guenever +again."</p> + +<p>"Then I would have been a fool indeed to leave +it."</p> + +<p>"Now, gentle knight, I have but one request to +make of you ere you depart. That is, that you +kiss me."</p> + +<p>"Nay," said Lancelot, "that God forbid. I +save my kisses till my love is given."</p> + +<p>"Then are you beyond my power," she cried,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span> +with a groan of pain. "Had you kissed me your +life would have ended; but now I have lost my +labor, for it was for you and Gawaine that I prepared +this chapel with its enchantments. Gawaine +was once in my power, and at that time he fought +with Sir Gilbert and struck off his left hand. As +for you, I have loved you these seven years. But +I know that none but Guenever will ever have +your love, and so, as I could not have you alive, +I wished to have you dead. If you had yielded +to my wiles I should have embalmed and preserved +your body, and kissed it daily in spite of Guenever, +or any woman living. Now farewell, Lancelot; I +shall never look upon your face again."</p> + +<p>"I pray to Heaven you shall not. And may +God preserve me from your vile craft."</p> + +<p>Mounting his horse, Lancelot departed. Of the +lady, we are told by the chronicles that she died +within a fortnight of pure sorrow, and that she was +a sorceress of high renown.</p> + +<p>Lancelot rode on till he met the sister of the +wounded knight, who clapped her hands and wept +for joy on seeing him safely returned. Then she +led him to a castle near by, where Sir Meliot lay. +Lancelot knew him at sight, though he was pale +as death from loss of blood.</p> + +<p>On seeing Lancelot, he fell on his knees before +him, crying, in tones of hope,—</p> + +<p>"Oh, my lord Lancelot, help me, for you alone +can!"</p> + +<p>"I can and will," rejoined the knight, and, as he +had been advised, he touched his wounds with +the sword and rubbed them with the bloody cloth +he had won.</p> + +<p>No sooner was this done, than Meliot sprang to +his feet a whole and sound man, while his heart +throbbed with joy and gratefulness. And he and +his sister entertained their noble guest with the +best the castle afforded, doing all in their power +to show their gratitude.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2> + +<h4>THE ADVENTURE OF THE FALCON.</h4> + + +<p>After his departure from the castle of Sir Meliot, +Lancelot rode through many strange regions, over +marshes and highlands, through valleys and forests, +and at length found himself in front of a handsome +castle. This he passed, and as he did so thought +he heard two bells ring.</p> + +<p>Then he saw a falcon fly over his head towards +a high elm, with long cords hanging from her feet, +and as she perched in the elm these became coiled +round a bough, so that when she tried to fly again +the lines held her and she hung downward by the +legs.</p> + +<p>Then there came a lady running from the castle, +who cried, as she approached,—</p> + +<p>"Oh, Lancelot, Lancelot, as thou art the flower +of knights, help me to get my hawk, lest my lord +destroy me! The hawk escaped me, and if my +husband finds it gone, he is so hasty that I fear he +will kill me."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span>"What is his name?" asked Lancelot.</p> + +<p>"His name is Phelot. He is a knight of the +king of Northgalis."</p> + +<p>"Well, fair lady, since you know my name so +well, and ask me on my knighthood to help you, +I will try to get your hawk. But I am a poor +climber, and the tree is high, with few boughs to +help me."</p> + +<p>"I trust you may," she replied, "for my life +depends on your success."</p> + +<p>Then Lancelot alighted and tied his horse to the +tree, and begged the lady to help him remove his +armor. When he was fully unarmed he climbed +with much difficulty into the tree, and at length +succeeded in reaching the hawk. He now tied the +lines to a rotten branch and threw it and the bird +down to the lady.</p> + +<p>But as she picked it up with a show of joy, there +suddenly came from a grove an armed knight, who +rode rapidly up, with his drawn sword in his hand.</p> + +<p>"Now, Lancelot du Lake," he cried, "I have +you as I wanted you. Your day has come."</p> + +<p>And he stood by the trunk of the tree, ready to +slay him when he should descend.</p> + +<p>"What treason is this?" demanded Lancelot. +"False woman, why have you led me into this?"</p> + +<p>"She did as I bade her," said Phelot. "I hate +you, Lancelot, and have laid this trap for you. +You have fought your last fight, my bold champion, +for you come out of that tree but to your +death."</p> + +<p>"That would be a shameful deed," cried Lancelot, +"for you, an armed knight, to slay a defenceless +man through treachery."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span>"Help yourself the best you can," said Phelot; +"you get no grace from me."</p> + +<p>"You will be shamed all your life by so base an +act," cried Lancelot. "If you will do no more, at +least hang my sword upon a bough where I may +get it, and then you may do your best to slay me."</p> + +<p>"No, no," said Phelot. "I know you too well +for that. You get no weapon if I can hinder you."</p> + +<p>Lancelot was now in the most desperate strait +he was likely ever to endure. He could not stay +forever in the tree, and if he should attempt to +descend there stood that armed villain awaiting +him with ready sword. What to do he knew not, +but his eyes glanced warily round, till he saw just +above him a big leafless branch, which he broke +off close to the body of the tree. Thus armed, he +climbed down to a lower bough, and looked down +to note the position of the knight and his own +horse.</p> + +<p>A quick look told him that there was still a +chance for life, and with a nimble leap he sprang +to the ground on the other side of his horse from +the knight.</p> + +<p>Phelot at once struck at him savagely with his +sword, thinking to kill him with the blow; but +Lancelot parried it with his heavy club, and in +return dealt his antagonist so fierce a blow on the +head as to hurl him from his horse to the ground. +Then wrenching the sword from his hand, he struck +off his villanous head.</p> + +<p>"Alas!" cried the lady, "you have slain my +husband!"</p> + +<p>"If I should slay you with him it would be but<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span> +justice," said Lancelot, "for you would have killed +me through falsehood and treachery, and you have +but your deserts."</p> + +<p>Then the lady swooned away as if she would +die, but Lancelot, seeing that the knight's castle +was so nigh, hastened to resume his armor, for he +knew not what other treachery might await him. +Then, leaving the lady still in a swoon, he mounted +and rode away, thanking God that he had come so +well through that deadly peril.</p> + +<p>As to Lancelot's other adventures at that time, +they were of no great moment. The chronicles +tell that he saw a knight chasing a lady with intent +to kill her, and that he rescued her. Afterwards +the knight, who was her husband and mad with +jealousy, struck off her head in Lancelot's presence.</p> + +<p>Then when Lancelot would have slain him, he +grovelled in the dirt and begged for mercy so +piteously, that the knight at length granted him his +shameful life, but made him swear that he would +bear the dead body on his back to Queen Guenever, +and tell her of his deed.</p> + +<p>This he accomplished, and was ordered by the +queen, as a fitting penance, to bear the body of +his wife to the Pope of Rome and there beg absolution, +and never to sleep at night but with the +dead body in the bed with him. All this the knight +did, and the body was buried in Rome by the Pope's +command. Afterwards Pedivere, the knight, repented +so deeply of his vile deed that he became a +hermit, and was known as a man of holy life.</p> + +<p>Two days before the feast of Pentecost, Lancelot +returned to Camelot from his long journey and his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span> +many adventures. And there was much laughter +in the court when the knights whom he had smitten +down saw him in Kay's armor, and knew who their +antagonist had been.</p> + +<p>"By my faith," said Kay, "I never rode in such +peace as I have done in Lancelot's armor, for I have +not found a man willing to fight with me, and have +ruled lord of the land."</p> + +<p>Then the various knights whom Lancelot had +bidden to seek the court came in, one by one, and +all were glad to learn that it was by no common man +that they had been overcome. Among them came +Sir Belleus, whom Lancelot had wounded at the +pavilion, and who at his request was made a Knight +of the Round Table, and Sir Meliot de Logres, whom +he had rescued from the enchantment of the Chapel +Perilous. Also the adventure of the four queens +was told, and how Lancelot had been delivered from +the power of the sorceresses, and had won the +tournament for King Bagdemagus.</p> + +<p>And so at that time Lancelot had the greatest +name of any knight in the world, and was the most +honored, by high and low alike, of all living +champions.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="BOOK_V" id="BOOK_V"></a>BOOK V.</h2> + +<h3>THE ADVENTURES OF BEAUMAINS.</h3> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<h4>THE KNIGHTING OF KAY'S KITCHEN BOY.</h4> + + +<p>King Arthur had, early in his reign, established +the custom that at the feast of Pentecost he would +never dine until he had seen or heard of some marvellous +event. Through that custom many strange +adventures were brought to his notice. It happened +on one day of Pentecost that the king held +his Round Table at a castle called Kinkenadon, on +the borders of Wales. On that day, a little before +noon, as Gawaine looked from a window, he saw +three men on horseback and a dwarf on foot +approaching the castle. When they came near the +men alighted, and, leaving their horses in care of +the dwarf, they walked towards the castle-gate. +One of these men was very tall, being a foot and a +half higher than his companions.</p> + +<p>On seeing this, Gawaine went to the king and +said,—</p> + +<p>"Sire, I deem you can now safely go to your +dinner, for I fancy we have an adventure at hand."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<a name="Table_Pg_179" id="Table_Pg_179"></a><img src="images/p179.jpg" width="500" height="294" alt="KING ARTHUR'S ROUND TABLE, WINCHESTER CATHEDRAL." title="KING ARTHUR'S ROUND TABLE, WINCHESTER CATHEDRAL." /> +<span class="caption">KING ARTHUR'S ROUND TABLE, WINCHESTER CATHEDRAL.</span> +</div> + +<p>The king thereupon went to the table with his +knights and the kings who were guests at his court. +They were but well seated when there came into the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span> +hall two men, richly attired, upon whose shoulders +leaned the fairest and handsomest young man that +any there had ever seen. In body he was large +and tall, with broad shoulders and sturdy limbs, yet +he moved as if he could not bear himself erect, but +needed support from his comrades' shoulders.</p> + +<p>When Arthur saw this youth he bade those around +him to make room, and the stranger with his companions +walked up to the high dais without +speaking.</p> + +<p>Then he drew himself up straight and stood erect +before the king.</p> + +<p>"King Arthur," he said, "may God bless you +and your fellowship, and, above all, the fellowship +of the Round Table. I am come hither to beg of +you three gifts, promising that they shall not be +unreasonable, and that you can honorably grant +them without hurt or loss to yourself. The first +I shall ask now, and the other two this day twelvemonth."</p> + +<p>"Ask what you will," said Arthur. "You shall +have your gift, if it be so easy to grant."</p> + +<p>"This is my first petition, that you furnish me +meat and drink sufficient for this year, and until +the time has come to ask for my other gifts."</p> + +<p>"My fair son," said Arthur, "I counsel you to +ask more than this. If my judgment fail not, you +are of good birth and fit for noble deeds."</p> + +<p>"However that may be, I have asked all that I +now desire."</p> + +<p>"Well, well, you shall have meat and drink +enough. I have never denied that to friend or +foe. But what is your name?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span>"Great sir, that I cannot tell you."</p> + +<p>"There is a mystery here. A youth of so handsome +face and vigorous form as you must be of +noble parentage. But if you desire secrecy, I shall +not press you."</p> + +<p>Then Arthur bade Kay to take charge of the +youth and see that he had the best fare of the +castle, and to find out if he was a lord's son, if +possible.</p> + +<p>"A churl's son, I should say," answered Kay, +scornfully, "and not worth the cost of his meals. +Had he been of gentle birth he would have asked +for horse and armor; but he demands that which +fits his base-born nature. Since he has no name, +I shall give him one. Let him be called Beaumains, +or Fair Hands. I shall keep him in the kitchen, +where he can have fat broth every day, so that at +the years end he will be fat as a swollen hog."</p> + +<p>Then the two men departed and left the youth +with Kay, who continued to scorn and mock him.</p> + +<p>Gawaine and Lancelot were angry at this, and +bade Kay to cease his mockery, saying that they +were sure the youth would prove of merit.</p> + +<p>"Never will he," said Kay. "He has asked as +his nature bade him."</p> + +<p>"Beware," said Lancelot. "This is not the first +youth you have given a name in mockery, which +turned on yourself at last."</p> + +<p>"I do not fear that of this fellow. I wager that +he has been brought up in some abbey, and came +hither because good eating failed him there."</p> + +<p>Kay then bade him get a place and sit down to +his meal, and Beaumains sought a place at the +hall-door among boys and menials.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span>Gawaine and Lancelot thereupon asked him to +come to their chambers, where he should be well +fed and lodged; but he refused, saying that he +would do only as Kay commanded, since the king +had so bidden.</p> + +<p>It thus came about that Beaumains ate in the +kitchen among the menials, and slept in sorry +quarters. And during the whole year he was always +meek and mild, and gave no cause for displeasure +to man or child.</p> + +<p>But whenever there was jousting of knights he +was always present to see, and seemed in this sport +to take great delight. And Gawaine and Lancelot, +who felt sure that the youth but bided his time, +gave him clothes and what money he needed. Also, +wherever there were sports of skill or strength he +was sure to be on hand, and in throwing the bar +or stone he surpassed all contestants by two yards.</p> + +<p>"How like you my boy of the kitchen?" Kay +would say, on seeing these feats. "Fat broth is +good for the muscles."</p> + +<p>And so the year passed on till the festival of +Whitsuntide came again. The court was now at +Carlion, where royal feasts were held. But the +king, as was his custom, refused to eat until he +should hear of some strange adventure.</p> + +<p>While he thus waited a damsel came into the +hall and saluted the king, and begged aid and succor +of him.</p> + +<p>"For whom?" asked Arthur. "Of what do you +complain?"</p> + +<p>"Sire," she replied, "I serve a lady of great +worth and merit, who is besieged in her castle by<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span> +a tyrant, and dares not leave her gates for fear of +him. I pray you send with me some knight to +succor her."</p> + +<p>"Who is your lady, and where does she dwell? +And what is the name of the man who besieges +her?"</p> + +<p>"Her name I must not now tell. I shall only +say that she has wide lands and is a noble lady. +As for the tyrant that distresses her, he is called +the Red Knight of the Red Lawns."</p> + +<p>"I know him not," said the king.</p> + +<p>"I know him well," said Gawaine. "Men say +he has seven men's strength. I escaped him once +barely with life."</p> + +<p>"Fair damsel," said the king, "there are knights +here who would do their utmost to rescue your lady. +But if you will not tell me her name nor where +she lives, none of them shall go with my consent."</p> + +<p>"Then I must seek further," said the damsel, +"for that I am forbidden to tell."</p> + +<p>At this moment Beaumains came to the king, and +said,—</p> + +<p>"Royal sir, I have been twelve months in your +kitchen, and have had all you promised me; now +I desire to ask for my other two gifts."</p> + +<p>"Ask, if you will. I shall keep to my word."</p> + +<p>"This, then, is what I request. First, that you +send me with the damsel, for this adventure belongs +to me."</p> + +<p>"You shall have it," said the king.</p> + +<p>"My third request is that you shall bid Lancelot +du Lake make me a knight, for he is the only man in +your court from whom I will take that honor.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span> +When I am gone let him ride after me, and dub me +knight when I require it of him."</p> + +<p>"I grant your wish," said the king. "All shall +be done as you desire."</p> + +<p>"Fie on you all!" cried the damsel. "I came +here for a knight, and you offer me a kitchen scullion. +Is this King Arthur's way of rescuing a +lady in distress? If so, I want none of it, and will +seek my knight elsewhere."</p> + +<p>She left the court, red with anger, mounted her +horse, and rode away.</p> + +<p>She had hardly gone when a page of the court +came to Beaumains and told him that his dwarf +was without, with a noble horse and a rich suit of +armor, and all other necessaries of the best.</p> + +<p>At this all the court marvelled, for they could +not imagine who had sent all this rich gear to a +kitchen menial. But when Beaumains was armed, +there were none in the court who presented a +more manly aspect than he. He took courteous +leave of the king, and of Gawaine and Lancelot, +praying the latter that he would soon ride after +him. This done, he mounted his horse and pursued +the damsel.</p> + +<p>But those who observed him noticed that, while +he was well horsed and had trappings of cloth of +gold, he bore neither shield nor spear. Among +those who watched him was Kay, who said,—</p> + +<p>"Yonder goes my kitchen drudge, as fine a knight +as the best of us, if a brave show were all that a +knight needed. I have a mind to ride after him, +to let him know that I am still his superior."</p> + +<p>"You had better let him alone," said Gawaine.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> +"You may find more than you bargain for."</p> + +<p>But Kay armed himself and rode after Beaumains, +whom he overtook just as he came up with +the damsel.</p> + +<p>"Hold there, Beaumains," he cried, in mockery. +"Do you not know me?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," answered the young man. "I know you +for an ungentle knight of the court, who has put +much despite upon me. It is my turn to repay you +for your insults; so, sirrah, defend yourself."</p> + +<p>Kay thereupon put his spear in rest and rode +upon Beaumains, who awaited him sword in hand. +When they came together, Beaumains, with a skilful +parry, turned aside the spear, and then with a +vigorous thrust wounded Kay in the side, so that he +fell from his horse like a dead man. This done, +he dismounted and took Kay's shield and spear, +and bade his dwarf take his horse.</p> + +<p>All this was observed by the damsel, and also +by Lancelot, who had followed closely upon the +track of the seneschal.</p> + +<p>"Now, Sir Lancelot, I am ready to accept your +offer to knight me," said Beaumains, "but, first, I +would prove myself worthy of the honor, and so +will joust with you, if you consent."</p> + +<p>"That I shall certainly not decline," said Lancelot, +counting upon an easy victory.</p> + +<p>But when the knight and the youth rode against +each other both were hurled from their horses to the +earth, and sorely bruised. But Beaumains was +entangled in his harness, and Lancelot helped him +from his horse.</p> + +<p>Then Beaumains flung aside his shield and proffered<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span> +to fight Lancelot on foot, to which the latter +consented. For an hour they fought, Beaumains +showing such strength that Lancelot marvelled at +it, and esteemed him more a giant than a knight. +He began, indeed, to fear that he might be vanquished +in the end, and at length cried out,—</p> + +<p>"Beaumains, you fight too hard, considering that +there is no quarrel between us. I fancy you need +no further proof."</p> + +<p>"That is true enough, my lord," said Beaumains. +"But it did me good to feel your might. As for +my own strength, I hardly know it yet."</p> + +<p>"It is as much as I want to deal with," said +Lancelot. "I had to do my best to save my honor."</p> + +<p>"Then you think I may prove myself a worthy +knight?"</p> + +<p>"I warrant you that, if you do as well as you +have done to-day."</p> + +<p>"I pray you, then, to invest me with the order +of knighthood."</p> + +<p>"That shall I willingly do. But you must first +tell me your name, and that of your father."</p> + +<p>"You will keep my secret?"</p> + +<p>"I promise you that on my faith, until you are +ready to reveal it yourself."</p> + +<p>"Then, sir, my name is Gareth, and I am Gawaine's +brother, though he knows it not. I was +but a child when he became a knight, but King +Lot was my father."</p> + +<p>"I am very glad to hear that," said Lancelot. +"I knew you were of gentle blood, and came to +court for something else than meat and drink."</p> + +<p>Then Gareth kneeled before Lancelot, who made +him a knight, and bade him be a good and worthy +one, and to honor his birth by his deeds.</p> + +<p>Lancelot then left him and returned to Kay, who +lay half dead in the road. He had him borne back +to the court, but his wound proved long in healing, +and he found himself the scorn of the court for his +discourteous treatment of the youth who had been +put in his care.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<h4>THE BLACK, THE GREEN, AND THE RED KNIGHTS.</h4> + + +<p>When Beaumains overtook the damsel, he received +from her but a sorry greeting.</p> + +<p>"How dare you follow me?" she said. "You +smell too much of the kitchen for my liking. +Your clothes are foul with grease and tallow, and +I marvel much that King Arthur made a knight of +such a sorry rogue. As for yonder knight whom +you wounded, there is no credit in that, for it was +done by treachery and cowardice, not by skill and +valor. I know well why Kay named you Beaumains, +for you are but a lubber and turner of spits, +and a washer of soiled dishes."</p> + +<p>"Say what you will, damsel," answered Beaumains, +"you shall not drive me away. King +Arthur chose me to achieve your adventure, and I +shall perform it or die."</p> + +<p>"Fie on you, kitchen knave! you would not dare,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span> +for all the broth you ever supped, to look the red +knight in the face."</p> + +<p>"Would I not? That is to be seen."</p> + +<p>As they thus angrily debated, there came to them +a man flying at full speed.</p> + +<p>"Help me, sir knight!" he cried. "Six thieves +have taken my lord and bound him, and I fear +they will slay him if he be not rescued."</p> + +<p>"Lead me to him," said Beaumains.</p> + +<p>He followed the man to a neighboring glade, +where he saw a knight bound and prostrate, surrounded +by six sorry-looking villains. At sight +of this the heart of Beaumains leaped with anger. +With a ringing battle-cry he rushed upon the knaves, +and with three vigorous strokes laid three of them +dead upon the earth. The others fled, but he followed +at full speed, and quickly overtook them. +Then they turned and assailed him fiercely, but +after a short fight he slew them all. He then rode +back to the knight, whom his man had unbound.</p> + +<p>The rescued knight thanked him warmly, and +begged him to ride with him to his castle, where +he would reward him for his great service. But +Beaumains answered that he was upon a quest which +could not be left, and as for reward he would leave +that to God.</p> + +<p>Then he turned and rode back to the damsel, +who greeted him with the same contempt as before, +bidding him ride farther from her, as she could not +bear the smell of the kitchen.</p> + +<p>"Do you fancy that I esteem you any the nobler +for having killed a few churls? You shall see a +sight yet, sir knave, that will make you turn your +back, and that quickly."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span>Not much farther had they ridden when they +were overtaken by the rescued knight, who begged +them, as it was near night, and his castle close at +hand, to spend the night there. The damsel agreed +to this, and they rode together to the castle, where +they were well entertained.</p> + +<p>But at supper the knight set Beaumains before +the damsel.</p> + +<p>"Fie, fie! sir knight," she exclaimed. "This is +discourteous, to seat a kitchen page before a lady +of high birth. This fellow is more used to carve +swine than to sit at lords' tables."</p> + +<p>To this Beaumains made no answer, but the +knight was ashamed, and withdrew with his guest +to a side table, leaving her to the honor of the high +table alone. When morning came they thanked +the knight for their entertainment, and rode +refreshed away.</p> + +<p>Other adventures were ready for Beaumains +before they had ridden far, for they soon found +themselves at the side of a river that had but a +single ford, and on the opposite side stood two +knights, ready to dispute the passage with any who +should attempt it.</p> + +<p>"What say you to this?" asked the damsel. +"Will you face yonder knights, or turn back?"</p> + +<p>"I shall not turn; nor would I, if there were +six more of them. You shall see that I can deal +with knights as well as knaves."</p> + +<p>Then he rode into the water, in the midst of +which he met one of the knights, their spears breaking +as they came fiercely together. They then drew +their swords and began a fierce fight in the centre<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span> +of the ford. But at last Beaumains dealt his opponent +a blow on the helm that stunned him, and +hurled him from his horse into the water, where +he was quickly drowned.</p> + +<p>Beaumains now spurred forward to the land, +where the other knight rushed upon him as he +touched shore, breaking his spear, but not shaking +the young champion in his seat. Then they went +at it with sword and shield, and with the same +fortune as before, for Beaumains quickly cleaved +the helmet and brain of his opponent, and left him +dead on the ground.</p> + +<p>He now turned and called proudly to the damsel, +bidding her to ride forward, as he had cleared the +ford for her passage.</p> + +<p>"Alas!" she cried, "that a kitchen page should +have the fortune to kill two valiant knights. You +fancy you have done a doughty deed, but I deny +it. The first knight was drowned through his horse +stumbling, and the other one you struck a foul blow +from behind. Never brag of this, for I can attest +it was not honestly done."</p> + +<p>"You may say what you will," rejoined Beaumains. +"Whoever seeks to hinder me shall make +way or kill me, for nothing less than death shall +stop me on my quest to aid your lady."</p> + +<p>"You can boast loudly before a woman. Wait +till you meet the knights I take you to, and you +will be taught another lesson."</p> + +<p>"Fair damsel, if you will but give me courteous +language, I shall ask no more. As for the knights +you speak of, let come what will come."</p> + +<p>"I say this for your own good; for if you continue<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span> +to follow me you will be slain. What you +have done is by misadventure, not by prowess. If +you are wise, you will turn back with what little +honor you may claim."</p> + +<p>"Say what you choose, damsel, but wherever you +go there go I, and it will take more than insulting +words to turn me back."</p> + +<p>So they rode on till evening, she continuing to +chide and berate him, and bid him leave her, and +he answering meekly, but with no abatement of his +resolution.</p> + +<p>Finally a strange sight came to them. For before +them they saw a black lawn, in whose midst +grew a black hawthorn. On one side of this hung +a black banner, and on the other a black shield, +while near by stood a black spear of great size, and +a massive black horse covered with silk. Near by +was a knight armed in black armor, who was known +as the Knight of the Black Lawn.</p> + +<p>The damsel, on seeing this knight, bade Beaumains +flee down the valley, telling him that he +might still escape, for the knight's horse was not +saddled.</p> + +<p>"Gramercy," said Beaumains, "will you always +take me for a coward? I fly not from one man, +though he be as black as ten ravens."</p> + +<p>The black knight, seeing them approach, thus +addressed the damsel,—</p> + +<p>"So, my lady, you are here again! Have you +brought this knight from King Arthur's court to +be your champion?"</p> + +<p>"Hardly so, fair sir. This is but a kitchen +knave, who was fed in Arthur's court through<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span> +charity, and has followed me as a cur follows his +master."</p> + +<p>"Why comes he then in knightly guise? And +what do you in such foul company?"</p> + +<p>"I cannot get rid of him, sir. He rides with me +in my despite. I bring him here that you may +rid me of the unhappy knave. Through mishap +and treachery he killed two knights at the river +ford, and did other deeds that might have been of +worth were they fairly done. Yet he is but a sorry +poltroon."</p> + +<p>"I am surprised," said the black knight, "that +any man of worth will fight with him."</p> + +<p>"They knew him not," she answered, "and fancy +him of some credit from his riding with me, and +from his brave show of armor."</p> + +<p>"That may be," said the black knight. "Yet, +knave or not, he looks like a strong fellow. This +much I shall do to relieve you of him. I shall put +him on foot, and take from him his horse and armor. +It would be a shame to do him more harm."</p> + +<p>Beaumains had heard all this, biting his lips in +anger. He now scornfully replied,—</p> + +<p>"Sir knight, you are liberal in disposing of my +horse and armor, but beware you do not pay a fair +price for them. Whether you like it or not, this +lawn I shall pass, and you will get no horse or armor +of mine till you win them in open fight. Let me +see if you can do it."</p> + +<p>"Say you so? You shall yield me this lady, or +pay dearly for it; for it does not beseem a kitchen +page to ride with a lady of high degree."</p> + +<p>"If you want her, you must win her," said Beaumains,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span> +"and much comfort may you get from her +tongue. As for me, I am a gentleman born, and +of higher birth than you; and will prove this on +your body if you deny it."</p> + +<p>Then in hot anger they rode apart, and came +together with a sound of thunder. The spear of the +black knight broke, but Beaumains thrust him +through the side, the spear breaking in his body, +and leaving the truncheon in his flesh. Yet, despite +his wound, he drew his sword and struck with +strength and fury at his antagonist. But the fight +lasted not long, for the black knight, faint with loss +of blood, fell from his horse in a swoon, and quickly +died.</p> + +<p>Then Beaumains, seeing that the horse and armor +were better than his own, dismounted and put on +the dead knight's armor. Now, mounting the sable +horse, he rode after the damsel. On coming up she +greeted him as before.</p> + +<p>"Away, knave, the smell of thy clothes displeases +me. And what a pity it is that such as you should +by mishap slay so good a knight! But you will be +quickly repaid, unless you fly, for there is a knight +hereby who is double your match."</p> + +<p>"I may be beaten or slain, fair damsel," said +Beaumains; "but you cannot drive me off by foul +words, or by talking of knights who will beat or +kill me. Somehow I ride on and leave your knights +on the ground. You would do well to hold your +peace, for I shall follow you, whatever may happen, +unless I be truly beaten or slain."</p> + +<p>So they rode on, Beaumains in silence, but the +damsel still at times reviling, till they saw approaching<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span> +them a knight who was all in green, both horse +and harness. As he came nigh, he asked the +damsel,—</p> + +<p>"Is that my brother, the black knight, who rides +with you?"</p> + +<p>"No," she replied. "Your brother is dead. +This unhappy kitchen knave has slain him through +mishap."</p> + +<p>"Alas!" cried the green knight, "has so noble +a warrior as he been slain by a knave! Traitor, +you shall die for your deed!"</p> + +<p>"I defy you," said Beaumains. "I slew him +knightly and not shamefully, and am ready to +answer to you with sword and spear."</p> + +<p>Then the knight took a green horn from his +saddle-bow, and blew on it three warlike notes. +Immediately two damsels appeared, who aided him +in arming. This done, he mounted his steed, took +from their hands a green spear and green shield, +and stationed himself opposite Beaumains.</p> + +<p>Setting spurs to their horses they rode furiously +together, both breaking their spears, but keeping +their seats. Then they attacked each other, sword +in hand, and cut and slashed with knightly vigor. +At length, in a sudden wheel, Beaumains's horse +struck that of the green knight on the side and +overturned it, the knight having to leap quickly +to escape being overthrown.</p> + +<p>When Beaumains saw this, he also sprang to the +earth and met his antagonist on foot. Here they +fought for a long time, till both had lost much +blood.</p> + +<p>"You should be ashamed to stand so long fighting<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span> +with a kitchen knave," cried the damsel at last to the +green knight. "Who made you knight, that you +let such a lad match you, as the weed overgrows +the corn?"</p> + +<p>Her words of scorn so angered the green knight +that he struck a wrathful blow at Beaumains, +which cut deeply into his shield. Beaumains, +roused by this and by the damsel's language, struck +back with such might on the helm of his foe as to +hurl him to his knees. Then, seizing him, he flung +him to the ground, and towered above him with +upraised sword.</p> + +<p>"I yield me!" cried the knight. "Slay me not, +I beg of you."</p> + +<p>"You shall die," answered Beaumains, "unless +this damsel pray me to spare your life," and he +unlaced his helm, as with intent to slay him.</p> + +<p>"Pray you to save his life!" cried the damsel, +in scorn. "I shall never so demean myself to a +page of the kitchen."</p> + +<p>"Then he shall die."</p> + +<p>"Slay him, if you will. Ask me not to beg for +his life."</p> + +<p>"Alas!" said the green knight, "you would not +let me die when you can save my life with a word? +Fair sir, spare me, and I will forgive you my +brother's death, and become your man, with thirty +knights who are at my command."</p> + +<p>"In the fiend's name!" cried the damsel, "shall +such a knave have service of thee and thirty +knights?"</p> + +<p>"All this avails nothing," said Beaumains. +"You shall have your life only at this damsel's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span> +request," and he made a show as if he would slay +him.</p> + +<p>"Let him be, knave," said the damsel. "Slay +him not, or you shall repent it."</p> + +<p>"Damsel," said Beaumains, "your request is to +me a command and a pleasure. His life shall be +spared, since you ask it. Sir knight of the green +array, I release you at the damsel's request, for I +am bound by her wish, and will do all that she +commands."</p> + +<p>Then the green knight kneeled down and did +homage with his sword.</p> + +<p>"I am sorry, sir knight, for your mishap, and +for your brother's death," said the damsel. "I had +great need of your help, for I dread the passage +of this forest."</p> + +<p>"You need not," he replied. "To-night you +shall lodge at my castle, and to-morrow I will aid +you to pass the forest."</p> + +<p>So they rode to his manor, which was not far +distant. Here it happened as it had on the evening +before, for the damsel reviled Beaumains, and +would not listen to his sitting at the same table +with her.</p> + +<p>"Why deal you such despite to this noble warrior?" +said the green knight. "You are wrong, +for he will do you good service, and whatever he +declares himself to be, I warrant in the end you +will find him to come of right noble blood."</p> + +<p>"You say far more of him than he deserves," +she replied. "I know him too well."</p> + +<p>"And so do I, for he is the best champion I +ever found; and I have fought in my day with many +worthy knights."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span>That night, when they went to rest, the green +knight set a guard over Beaumains's chamber, for +he feared some harm to him from the bitter scorn +and hatred of the damsel. In the morning he rode +with them through the forest, and at parting said,—</p> + +<p>"My lord Beaumains, I and my knights shall +always be at your summons, early or late, or whatever +be the service you demand."</p> + +<p>"That is well said. When I require your service +it will be to yield yourself and your knights to King +Arthur."</p> + +<p>"If you bid us do so, we shall be ready at all +times."</p> + +<p>"Fie on you!" said the damsel. "It shames +me to see good knights obedient to a kitchen knave."</p> + +<p>After they had parted she turned to Beaumains, +and said, despitefully,—</p> + +<p>"Why wilt thou follow me, lackey of the kitchen? +Cast away thy spear and shield and fly while you +may, for that is at hand which you will not easily +escape. Were you Lancelot himself, or any knight +of renown, you would not lightly venture on a pass +just in advance of us, called the pass perilous."</p> + +<p>"Damsel," said Beaumains, "he who is afraid +let him flee. It would be a shame for me to turn +back, after having ridden so far with you."</p> + +<p>"You soon shall, whether it be to your liking +or not," replied the damsel, scornfully.</p> + +<p>What the damsel meant quickly appeared, for in +a little time they came in sight of a tower which +was white as snow in hue, and with every appliance +for defence. Over the gateway hung fifty shields +of varied colors, and in front spread a level meadow.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span> +On this meadow were scaffolds and pavilions, and +many knights were there, for there was to be a tournament +on the morrow.</p> + +<p>The lord of the castle was at a window, and as +he looked upon the tournament field he saw +approaching a damsel, a dwarf, and a knight armed +at all points.</p> + +<p>"A knight-errant, as I live!" said the lord. +"By my faith, I shall joust with him, and get myself +in train for the tournament."</p> + +<p>He hastily armed and rode from the gates. +What Beaumains saw was a knight all in red, his +horse, harness, shield, spear, and armor alike being +of this blood-like color. The red knight was, indeed, +brother to those whom Beaumains had lately +fought, and on seeing the black array of the youth, +he cried,—</p> + +<p>"Brother, is it you? What do you in these +marshes?"</p> + +<p>"No, no, it is not he," said the damsel, "but a +kitchen knave who has been brought up on alms +in Arthur's court."</p> + +<p>"Then how got he that armor?"</p> + +<p>"He has slain your brother, the black knight, +and taken his horse and arms. He has also overcome +your brother, the green knight. I hope you +may revenge your brothers on him, for I see no +other way of getting rid of him."</p> + +<p>"I will try," said the red knight, grimly. "Sir +knight, take your place for a joust."</p> + +<p>Beaumains, who had not yet spoken, rode to a +proper distance, and then the two knights rushed +together with such even force that both horses fell<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span> +to the ground, the riders nimbly leaping from them.</p> + +<p>Then with sword and shield they fought like +wild boars for the space of two hours, advancing, +retreating, feigning, striking, now here, now there, +till both were well weary of the fray. But the +damsel, who looked on, now cried loudly to the +red knight,—</p> + +<p>"Alas, noble sir, will you let a kitchen knave +thus endure your might, after all the honor you +have won from worthy champions?"</p> + +<p>Then the red knight flamed with wrath, and +attacked Beaumains with such fury that he wounded +him so that the blood flowed in a stream to the +ground. Yet the young knight held his own +bravely, giving stroke for stroke, and by a final +blow hurled his antagonist to the earth. He had +raised his sword to slay him, when the red knight +craved mercy, saying,—</p> + +<p>"Noble, sir, you have me at advantage, but I +pray you not to slay me. I yield me with the +fifty knights at my command. And I forgive you +all you have done to my brothers."</p> + +<p>"That will not suffice," said Beaumains. "You +must die, unless the damsel shall pray me to spare +your life." And he raised his sword as if for the +fatal blow.</p> + +<p>"Let him live, then, Beaumains. He is a noble +knight, and it is only by a chance blow that you +have overcome him."</p> + +<p>"It is enough that you ask it," said Beaumains. +"Rise, sir knight, and thank this damsel for your +life."</p> + +<p>The red knight did so, and then prayed that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span> +they would enter his castle and spend the night +there. To this they consented, but as they sat at +supper the damsel continued to berate her champion, +in such language that their host marvelled +at the meekness of the knight.</p> + +<p>In the morning the red knight came to Beaumains +with his followers, and proffered to him his +homage and fealty at all times.</p> + +<p>"I thank you," said Beaumains, "but all I ask +is, that when I demand it you shall go to Arthur's +court, and yield yourself as his knight."</p> + +<p>"I and my fellowship will ever be ready at your +summons," replied the red knight.</p> + +<p>Then Beaumains and the damsel resumed their +journey, while she, as if in a fury of spite, berated +him more vilely than ever before.</p> + +<p>"Fair lady," he said, with all meekness, "you +are discourteous to revile me as you do. What +would you have of me? The knights that you +have threatened me with are all dead or my vassals. +When you see me beaten, then you may bid me +go in shame and I will obey, but till then I will not +leave you. I were worse than a fool to be driven +off by insulting words when I am daily winning +honor."</p> + +<p>"You shall soon meet a knight who will test +your boasted strength. So far you have fought +with boys. Now you have a man who would try +Arthur's self."</p> + +<p>"Let him come," said Beaumains. "The better +a man he is, the more honor shall I gain from a +joust with him."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<h4>THE RED KNIGHT OF THE RED LAWNS.</h4> + + +<p>Beaumains rode forward with the damsel till +it was close upon the hour of noon, when he saw +that they were approaching a rich and fair city, +well walled, and with many noble buildings.</p> + +<p>Between them and the city extended a new-mown +meadow, a mile and a half in width, on which were +placed many handsome pavilions.</p> + +<p>"These pavilions belong to the lord who owns +that city," said the damsel. "It is his custom, during +fair weather, to joust and tourney in this +meadow. He has around him five hundred knights +and gentlemen of arms, and they have knightly +games of all sorts."</p> + +<p>"I shall be glad to see that worthy lord," said +Beaumains.</p> + +<p>"That you shall, and very soon."</p> + +<p>She rode on till she came in sight of the lord's +pavilion.</p> + +<p>"Look yonder," she said. "That rich pavilion, +of the color of India, is his. All about him, men +and women, and horse-trappings, shields, and spears, +are of the same rare color. His name is Sir Persant +of India, and you will find him the lordliest +knight you ever saw."</p> + +<p>"Be he never so stout a knight," answered Beaumains, +"I shall abide in this field till I see him +behind his shield."</p> + +<p>"That is a fool's talk," she replied. "If you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span> +were a wise man, you would fly."</p> + +<p>"Why should I?" rejoined Beaumains. "If he +be as noble a knight as you say, he will meet me +alone; not with all his men. And if there come +but one at a time I shall not fail to face them while +life lasts."</p> + +<p>"That is a proud boast for a greasy kitchen +lout," she answered.</p> + +<p>"Let him come and do his worst," said Beaumains. +"I would rather fight him five times over +than endure your insults. You are greatly to blame +to treat me so vilely."</p> + +<p>"Sir," she replied, with a sudden change of tone, +"I marvel greatly who you are, and of what kindred +you come. This I will admit, that you have performed +as boldly as you have promised. But you +and your horse have had great labor, and I fear we +have been too long on the road. The place we seek +is but seven miles away, and we have passed all +points of peril except this. I dread, therefore, that +you may receive some hurt from this strong knight +that will unfit you for the task before you. For +Persant, strong as he is, is no match for the knight +who besieges my lady, and I would have you save +your strength for the work you have undertaken."</p> + +<p>"Be that as it may," said Beaumains, "I have +come so near the knight that I cannot withdraw +without shame. I hope, with God's aid, to become +his master within two hours, and then we can reach +your lady's castle before the day ends."</p> + +<p>"Much I marvel," cried the damsel, "what manner +of man you are. You must be of noble blood, +for no woman ever before treated a knight so shamefully<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span> +as I have you, and you have ever borne it +courteously and meekly. Such patience could never +come but from gentle blood."</p> + +<p>"A knight who cannot bear a woman's words +had better doff his armor," answered Beaumains. +"Do not think that I heeded not your words. +But the anger they gave me was the worse for my +adversaries, and you only aided to make me prove +myself a man of worth and honor. If I had meat +in Arthur's kitchen, what odds? I could have had +enough of it in many a place. I did it but to +prove who were worthy to be my friends, and that +I will in time make known. Whether I be a gentleman +born or not, I have done you a gentleman's +service, and may do better before we part."</p> + +<p>"That you have, fair Beaumains," she said. "I +ask your forgiveness for all I have said or done."</p> + +<p>"I forgive you with all my heart," he replied. +"It pleases me so to be with you that I have found +joy even in your evil words. And now that you +are pleased to speak courteously to me, it seems to +me that I am stout at heart enough to meet any +knight living."</p> + +<p>As to the battle that followed between Beaumains +and Persant, it began and ended much like +those that we have related, Persant in the end being +overcome, and gaining his life at the lady's request. +He yielded himself and a hundred knights to be at +Beaumains's command, and invited the travellers +to his pavilion, where they were feasted nobly.</p> + +<p>In the morning Beaumains and the damsel after +breakfasting, prepared to continue their journey.</p> + +<p>"Whither do you lead this knight?" asked Persant +of the damsel.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span>"Sir knight," she replied, "he is going to the aid +of my sister, who is besieged in the Castle Dangerous."</p> + +<p>"Ah!" cried Persant, "then he will have to do +with the Knight of the Red Lawns, a man without +mercy, and with the strength of seven men. I fear +you take too perilous a task, fair sir. This villain +has done great wrong to the lady of the castle, Dame +Lioness. I think, fair damsel, you are her sister, +Linet?"</p> + +<p>"That is my name," replied the damsel.</p> + +<p>"This I may say," rejoined Persant: "the +Knight of the Red Lawns would have had the castle +long ago, but it is his purpose to draw to the rescue +Lancelot, Gawaine, Tristram, or Lamorak, whom +he is eager to match his might against."</p> + +<p>"My Lord Persant of India," said Linet, "will +you not make this gentleman a knight before he +meets this dread warrior?"</p> + +<p>"With all my heart," answered Persant.</p> + +<p>"I thank you for your good will," said Beaumains, +"but I have been already knighted, and +that by the hand of Sir Lancelot."</p> + +<p>"You could have had the honor from no more +renowned knight," answered Persant. "He, Tristram, +and Lamorak now bear the meed of highest +renown, and if you fairly match the red knight +you may claim to make a fourth in the world's +best champions."</p> + +<p>"I shall ever do my best," answered Beaumains. +"This I may tell you: I am of noble birth. If +you and the damsel will keep my secret I will tell +it you."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span>"We shall not breathe it except with your permission," +they replied.</p> + +<p>"Then I will acknowledge that my name is +Gareth of Orkney, that King Lot was my father, +and that I am a nephew of King Arthur, and +brother to Gawaine, Gaheris, and Agravaine. Yet +none of these know who I am, for they left my +father's castle while I was but a child."</p> + +<p>While they were thus taking leave, Beaumains's +dwarf had ridden ahead to the besieged castle, +where he saw the Lady Lioness, and told her of the +champion her sister was bringing, and what deeds +he had done.</p> + +<p>"I am glad enough of these tidings," said the +lady. "There is a hermitage of mine near by, +where I would have you go, and take thither two +silver flagons of wine, of two gallons each; also +bread, baked venison, and fowls. I give you also +a rich cup of gold for the knight's use. Then go +to my sister, and bid her present my thanks to the +knight, and pray him to eat and drink, that he +may be strong for the great task he undertakes. +Tell him I thank him for his courtesy and goodness, +and that he whom he is to meet has none of +these qualities, but strong and bold as he is, cares +for nothing but murder."</p> + +<p>This message the dwarf brought back, and led +the knight and damsel to the hermitage, where they +rested and feasted on the rich food provided. They +spent the night there, and in the morning heard +mass and broke their fast. Then they mounted +and rode towards the besieged castle.</p> + +<p>Their journey soon brought them to a plain,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span> +where they saw many tents and pavilions, and a +castle in the distance. And there was a great +noise and much smoke, as from a large encampment. +As they came nearer the castle Beaumains saw before +him a number of great trees, and from these +hung by the neck armed knights, with their shields +and swords, and gilt spurs on their heels. Of these +there were in all nearly forty.</p> + +<p>"What means this sorrowful sight?" asked +Beaumains, with a look of deep concern.</p> + +<p>"Do not be depressed by what you see," said +Linet. "You must keep in spirit, or it will be +the worse for you and us all. These knights came +here to the rescue of my sister, and the red knight, +when he had overcome them, put them to this +shameful death, without mercy or pity. He will +serve you in the same way if he should vanquish +you."</p> + +<p>"Jesu defend me from such a shameful death +and disgrace!" cried Beaumains. "If I must die, +I hope to be slain in open battle."</p> + +<p>"It would be better, indeed. But trust not to +his courtesy, for thus he treats all."</p> + +<p>"It is a marvel that so vile a murderer has been +left to live so long. I shall do my best to end his +career of crime."</p> + +<p>Then they rode to the castle, and found it surrounded +with high and strong walls, with double +ditches, and lofty towers within. Near the walls +were lodged many lords of the besieging army, +and there was great sound of minstrelsy and merry-making. +On the opposite side of the castle was the +sea, and here vessels rode the waves and the cries +of mariners were heard.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span>Near where they stood was a lofty sycamore-tree, +and on its trunk hung a mighty horn made +from an elephant's tusk. This the Knight of the +Red Lawns had hung there, in order that any +errant knight, who wished to battle for the castle, +might summons him to the fray.</p> + +<p>"But let me warn you," said Linet, "not to +blow it till noon. For it is now nearly day, and +men say that his strength increases till the noontide +hour. To blow it now would double your +peril."</p> + +<p>"Do not advise me thus, fair damsel," said +Beaumains. "I shall meet him at his highest +might, and win worshipfully or die knightly in the +field. It must be man to man and might to might."</p> + +<p>Therewith he spurred his horse to the sycamore, +and, taking the horn in hand, blew with it such a +blast that castle and camp rang with the sound.</p> + +<p>At the mighty blast knights leaped from their +tents and pavilions, and those in the castle looked +from walls and windows, to see what manner of +man was this that blew so lustily. But the Red +Knight of the Red Lawns armed in all haste, for +he had already been told by the dwarf of the +approach of this champion. He was all blood-red +in hue, armor, shield, and spurs. An earl buckled +on his helm, and they then brought him a red +steed and a red spear, and he rode into a little +vale near the castle, so that all within and without +the castle might behold the battle.</p> + +<p>"Look you be light and glad," said Linet to the +knight, "for yonder is your deadly enemy, and at +yonder window is my sister, Dame Lioness."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span>"Where?" asked Beaumains.</p> + +<p>"Yonder," she said, pointing.</p> + +<p>"I see her," said Beaumains. "And from here +she seems the fairest lady I ever looked upon. I +ask no better quarrel than to fight for her, and +wish no better fate than to greet her as my lady," +and his face grew glad as he looked up to the +window.</p> + +<p>As he did so the Lady Lioness made a grateful +courtesy to him, bending to the earth and holding +up her hands. This courtesy was returned by Beaumains; +but now the Knight of the Red Lawns +rode forward.</p> + +<p>"Leave your looking, sir knight," he said. "Or +look this way, for I warn you that she is my lady, +and I have done many battles for her."</p> + +<p>"You waste your time, then, it seems to me, for +she wants none of your love. And to waste love +on those who want it not is but folly. If I thought +she would not thank me for it, I would think twice +before doing battle for her. But she plainly wants +not you, and I will tell you this: I love her, and +will rescue her or die."</p> + +<p>"Say you so? The knights who hang yonder +might give you warning."</p> + +<p>"You shame yourself and knighthood by such +an evil custom," said Beaumains, hotly. "How +can any lady love such a man as you? That shameful +sight gives me more courage than fear, for I +am nerved now to revenge those knights as well as +to rescue yonder lady."</p> + +<p>"Make ready," cried the red knight; "we have +talked enough."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span>Then Beaumains bade the damsel retire to a safe +distance. Taking their places, they put their spears +in rest, and came together like two thunderbolts, +each smiting the other so fiercely that the breast-plates, +horse-girths, and cruppers burst, and both +fell to the earth with the bridle-reins still in their +hands, and they lay awhile stunned by the fall.</p> + +<p>So long they lay indeed that all who looked on +thought that both their necks were broken, and +said that the stranger knight must be of mighty +prowess, for never had the red knight been so +roughly handled before.</p> + +<p>But ere long the knights regained their breath +and sprang to their feet. Then, drawing their +swords, they ran like fierce lions together, giving +each other such buffets on the helms that both +reeled backwards, while pieces were hewed out from +their armor and shields and fell into the field.</p> + +<p>Thus they fought on till it was past noon, when +both stopped for breath, and stood panting and +bleeding till many who beheld them wept for pity. +When they had rested awhile they again went to +battle, now gnashing at each other with their swords +like tusked boars, and now running together like +furious rams, so that at times both fell to the +ground; and at times they were grappled so closely +that they changed swords in the wrestle.</p> + +<p>This went on till evening was near at hand, and +so evenly they continued matched that none could +know which would win. Their armor was so hewn +away that the naked flesh showed in places, and +these places they did their utmost to defend. The +red knight was a wily fighter, and Beaumains suffered<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span> +sorely before he learned his methods and met +him in his own way.</p> + +<p>At length, by mutual assent, they granted each +other a short time for rest, and seated themselves +upon two hillocks, where each had his page to unlace +his helm and give him a breath of the cold air.</p> + +<p>While Beaumains's helm was off he looked at the +castle window, and there saw the Lady Lioness, who +looked at him in such wise that his heart grew light +with joy, and he bade the red knight to make ready, +for the battle must begin again.</p> + +<p>Then they laced their helms and stepped together +and fought freshly. But Beaumains came near to +disaster, for the red knight, by a skilful sword +sweep, struck his sword from his hand, and then +gave him such a buffet on the helm as hurled him to +the earth.</p> + +<p>The red knight ran forward to his fallen foe, +but Linet cried loudly,—</p> + +<p>"Oh, Beaumains, where is thy valor gone? +Alas, my sister sobs and weeps to see you overthrown, +till my own heart is heavy for her grief."</p> + +<p>Hearing this, Beaumains sprang to his feet before +his foe could reach him, and with a leap recovered +his sword, which he gripped with a strong +hand. And thus he faced again his surprised +antagonist.</p> + +<p>Then the young knight, nerved by love and desperation, +poured such fierce blows on his enemy that +he smote the sword from his hand and brought him +to the earth with a fiery blow on the helm.</p> + +<p>Before the red knight could rise, Beaumains +threw himself upon him, and tore his helm from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span> +his head with intent to slay him. But the fallen +knight cried loudly,—</p> + +<p>"O noble knight, I yield me to thy mercy."</p> + +<p>"Why should you have it, after the shameful +death you have given to so many knights?"</p> + +<p>"I did all this through love," answered the red +knight. "I loved a lady whose brother was slain +by Lancelot or Gawaine, as she said. She made +me swear on my knighthood to fight till I met +one of them, and put to a shameful death all I +overcame. And I vowed to fight King Arthur's +knights above all, till I should meet him that had +slain her brother."</p> + +<p>Then there came up many earls, and barons, and +noble knights, who fell upon their knees and +prayed for mercy to the vanquished, saying,—</p> + +<p>"Sir, it were fairer to take homage and fealty +of him, and let him hold his lands of you, than to +slay him. Nothing wrong that he has done will +be undone by his death, and we will all become +your men, and do you homage and fealty."</p> + +<p>"Fair lords," said Beaumains, "I am loath to +slay this knight, though his deeds have been ill +and shameful. But as he acted through a lady's +request I blame him the less, and will release him +on these conditions: He must go into the castle +and yield to the Lady Lioness, and make amends +to her for his trespass on her lands; then if she +forgives him I will. Afterwards he must go to +the court of King Arthur and obtain forgiveness +from Lancelot and Gawaine for the ill will he has +borne them."</p> + +<p>"All this I will do," said the red knight, "and +give you pledges and sureties therefore."</p> + +<p>Then Beaumains granted him his life, and permitted +him to rise. Afterwards the damsel Linet +disarmed Beaumains and applied healing unguents +to his wounds, and performed the same service for +the red knight. For ten days thereafter Beaumains +dwelt with the red knight, who showed him all the +honor possible, and who afterwards went into the +castle and submitted himself to the Lady Lioness, +according to the terms of his compact.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<h4>HOW BEAUMAINS WON HIS BRIDE.</h4> + + +<p>After the ten days of feasting and pleasure that +followed the events we have just related, the Red +Knight of the Red Lawns set out with his noblest +followers to Arthur's court, to make submission +as he had covenanted. When he had gone, Beaumains +armed himself, took his horse and spear, +and rode to the castle of the Lady Lioness. But +when he came to the gate he found there many +armed men, who pulled up the drawbridge and let +fall the portcullis.</p> + +<p>Marvelling deeply that he was denied admittance, +Beaumains looked up at the window, where he saw +the lady of the castle, who called out to him,—</p> + +<p>"Go thy way, Sir Beaumains. You shall not yet +have my love till you have earned for yourself a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span> +name of world-wide honor. I bid you, therefore, +go strive for fame and glory this twelvemonth, and +when you return you shall hear new tidings."</p> + +<p>"Alas, fair lady," said Beaumains, "is this all +I have deserved of you? I thought I had bought +your love at the price of some of the best blood in +my body."</p> + +<p>"Fair, courteous knight, be not so hasty," answered +Lioness. "Your labor and your love shall +not be lost. A twelvemonth will soon pass away; +and trust me that I shall be true to you, and to +my death shall love no other than you."</p> + +<p>With this she turned from the window, and +Beaumains rode slowly away from the castle in +deep sorrow, and heeding not whither he went till +deep night came upon him. The next day he rode +in the same heedless fashion, and at night couched +in a wayside lodge, bidding the dwarf guard his +horse and watch all night.</p> + +<p>But near day dawn came a knight in black armor, +who, seeing that Beaumains slept soundly, crept +slyly behind the dwarf, caught him up under his +arm, and rode away with him at full speed. But as +he rode, the dwarf called loudly to his master for +help, waking the sleeping knight, who sprang to +his feet and saw the robber and the dwarf vanishing +into the distance.</p> + +<p>Then Beaumains armed himself in a fury, and +rode straight forward through marshes and dales, +so hot upon the chase that he heeded not the road, +and was more than once flung by his stumbling +horse into the mire. At length he met a country-man, +whom he asked for information.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 390px;"> +<a name="Beaumains_Pg_213" id="Beaumains_Pg_213"></a><img src="images/p213.jpg" width="390" height="500" alt="BEAUMAINS, DAMSEL, AND DWARF." title="BEAUMAINS, DAMSEL, AND DWARF." /> +<span class="caption">BEAUMAINS, DAMSEL, AND DWARF.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span>"Sir knight," he answered, "I have seen the +rider with the dwarf. But I advise you to follow +him no farther. His name is Sir Gringamore; he +dwells but two miles from here, and he is one of +the most valiant knights of the country round."</p> + +<p>With little dread from this warning, Beaumains +rode on, with double fury as he came near the robber's +castle. Soon he thundered through the gates, +which stood wide open, and sword in hand cried, +in a voice that rang through the castle,—</p> + +<p>"Thou traitor, Sir Gringamore, yield me my +dwarf again, or by the faith that I owe to the +order of knighthood I will make you repent bitterly +your false deed."</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, within the castle matters of interest +were occurring. For Gringamore was brother to +the Lady Lioness, and had stolen the dwarf at her +request, that she might learn from him who Beaumains +really was. The dwarf, under threat of imprisonment +for life, thus answered,—</p> + +<p>"I fear to tell his name and kindred. Yet if I +must I will say that he is a king's son, that his +mother is sister to King Arthur, and that his name +is Sir Gareth of Orkney. Now, I pray you, let +me go to him again, for he will have me in spite +of you, and if he be angry, he will work you much +rack and ruin."</p> + +<p>"As for that," said Gringamore, "it can wait. +Let us go to dinner."</p> + +<p>"He may well be a king's son," said Linet to her +sister, "for he is the most courteous and long-suffering +man I ever met. I tried him with such +reviling as never lady uttered before, but he bore<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span> +it all with meek and gentle answers. Yet to armed +knights he was like a lion."</p> + +<p>As they thus talked, the challenge of Beaumains +rang loud from the castle court. Then Gringamore +called loudly to him from a window,—</p> + +<p>"Cease your boasting, Gareth of Orkney, you +will not get your dwarf again."</p> + +<p>"Thou coward knight," cried Beaumains. +"Bring him here, and do battle with me. Then +if you can win him, keep him."</p> + +<p>"So I will when I am ready. But you will not +get him by loud words."</p> + +<p>"Do not anger him, brother," said Lioness. "I +have all I want from the dwarf, and he may have +him again. But do not let him know who I am. +Let him think me a strange lady."</p> + +<p>"Very well," said Gringamore; "if that is your +wish, he can have the dwarf." Then he went down +to the court and said,—</p> + +<p>"Sir, I beg your pardon, and am ready to amend +all the harm I have done you. Pray alight, and +take such cheer as my poor castle affords."</p> + +<p>"Shall I have my dwarf?" said Gareth.</p> + +<p>"Yes. Since he told me who you are, and of +your noble deeds, I am ready to return him."</p> + +<p>Then Gareth dismounted, and the dwarf came +and took his horse.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my little fellow," said Gareth, "I have +had many adventures for your sake."</p> + +<p>Gringamore then led him into the hall and presented +him to his wife. And while they stood there +conversing Dame Lioness came forth dressed like +a princess, and was presented to the knight.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span>When Gareth saw her his feeling for the Lady +Lioness weakened in his heart, and it grew ready +to vanish as the day passed, and he conversed much +with this strange and lovely lady. There were all +manner of games, and sports of dancing and singing, +and the more he beheld her the more he loved +her, while through his heart ran ever the thought: +"Would that the lady of the Castle Dangerous +were half so lovely and charming as this beautiful +stranger."</p> + +<p>When supper came, Gareth could not eat, and +hardly knew where he was, so hot had his love +grown. All this was noted by Gringamore, who +after supper took his sister aside and said,—</p> + +<p>"I can well see how matters stand between you +and this noble knight. And it seems to me you +cannot do better than to bestow your hand upon +him."</p> + +<p>"I should like to try him further," she replied, +"though he has done me noble service, and my heart +is warmly turned to him."</p> + +<p>Gringamore then went to Gareth and said,—</p> + +<p>"Sir, I welcome you gladly to my house, for I +can see that you dearly love my sister, and that she +loves you as well. With my will she is yours if +you wish her."</p> + +<p>"If she will accept me," answered Gareth, "there +will be no happier man on earth."</p> + +<p>"Trust me for that," said Gringamore.</p> + +<p>"I fancied I loved the Lady Lioness," said Gareth, +"and promised for her sake to return to this +country in a twelvemonth. But since I have seen +your sister I fear my love for her is gone."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span>"It was too sudden to be deep," said Gringamore. +"She will be consoled, doubt not. Now +let me take you to my sister."</p> + +<p>Then he led Gareth to his sister and left them +together, where they told each other their love, +and Gareth kissed her many times, and their hearts +were filled with joy.</p> + +<p>"But how is it with the Lady Lioness, to whom +you vowed your love?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"Promised; not vowed," he answered. "And +she was not ready to accept it, but gave me a twelvemonth's +probation. Moreover, I saw but her face +at a window, and that was little to base love upon."</p> + +<p>"Did she look like me?"</p> + +<p>"Somewhat, but not half so lovely."</p> + +<p>"Do you think you could have loved her so +well?"</p> + +<p>"No, indeed; for I will vow by sword and spear +that there is no woman in the world so charming +as you."</p> + +<p>"I fear that the Lady Lioness loves you, and +that her heart will be broken."</p> + +<p>"How could she? She saw so little of me."</p> + +<p>"I know she loves you; she has told me so. I +bid you to forget me and make her happy."</p> + +<p>"That I can never do. You do not love me, or +you could not say this."</p> + +<p>"You are my heart's desire. But I feel deeply +for the Lady Lioness, whose love I know. If you +cannot love her alone, you may love us both together. +I grant you this privilege."</p> + +<p>"I will not accept it," said Gareth, looking +strangely at her smiling countenance. "I love +but you; my heart can hold no more."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span>"You blind fellow," she answered, with a merry +laugh, "you looked not at the Lady Lioness closely, +or you would not so easily forget your troth plight. +Know, sirrah, that I am the lady of the Castle +Dangerous, that my name is Lioness, and that I am +she whom you have so lightly thrown aside for the +love of a strange lady."</p> + +<p>Then Gareth looked into her glowing countenance, +and saw there that she spoke the truth and that +he had been pleasantly beguiled. With a warm +impulse of love he caught her in his arms and +kissed her rosy lips, exclaiming,—</p> + +<p>"I withdraw it all. I love you both; the lady +of the Castle Dangerous a little; but the lady of +the Castle Amorous as my heart's mistress, to dwell +there while life remains."</p> + +<p>Then they conversed long and joyfully, and she +told him why she had made her brother steal the +dwarf, and why she had deceived him, so as to +win his love for herself alone. And they plighted +their troth, and vowed that their love for each +other should never cease.</p> + +<p>Other strange things happened to Gareth in that +castle, through the spells of the damsel Linet, who +knew something of sorcery. But these we shall +not tell, but return to King Arthur's court, in which +at the next feast of Pentecost a high festival was +held at Carlion.</p> + +<p>Hither, during the feast, came all those whom +Gareth had overcome, and yielded themselves, saying +that they had been sent thither by a knight +named Beaumains. But most of all was Arthur +surprised by the deeds of his kitchen boy when<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span> +the Red Knight of the Red Lawns rode up with +six hundred followers, and yielded himself as vassal +to Beaumains and to the king. Arthur then, +charging him strictly that he should do no more +deeds of murder, gave to Sir Ironside, which was +the knight's name, the greatest honors of his court, +and also to the green and the red knights, and to +Sir Persant of Inde, who were all present with their +followers.</p> + +<p>But while the court was at feast there came in +the queen of Orkney, with a great following of +knights and ladies, seeking her young son Gareth. +She was lovingly saluted by her sons Gawaine, +Gaheris, and Agravaine, who for fifteen years had +not seen her, but she loudly demanded Gareth of +her brother King Arthur.</p> + +<p>"He was here among you a twelvemonth, and +you made a kitchen knave of him, which I hold +to be a shame to you all. What have you done +to the dear son who was my joy and bliss?"</p> + +<p>These words filled all hearts with a strange sensation, +and most of all that of Gawaine, who +thought it marvellous that he should have made +so much of his brother and not known him. Then +Arthur told his sister of all that had happened, +and cheered her heart with a recital of her son's +great deeds, and promised to have the whole realm +searched till he should be found.</p> + +<p>"You shall not need," said Lancelot. "My advice +is that you send a messenger to Dame Lioness, +and request her to come in all haste to court. Let +her give you counsel where to find him. I doubt +not she knows where he is."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span>This counsel seemed judicious to the king, and +he sent the messenger as requested, who came in +due time to the Castle Dangerous, and delivered +his letters to Lioness.</p> + +<p>She brought these to her brother and Gareth, +and asked what she should do.</p> + +<p>"My lady and love," said Gareth, "if you go to +Arthur's court I beg that you will not let them +know where I am. But give this advice to the +king, that he call a great tournament, to be held +at your castle at the feast of the Assumption, and +announce that whatever knight proves himself best +shall wed you and win your lands. Be sure that +I will be there to do my best in your service."</p> + +<p>This advice pleased the lady, whose warm faith +in the prowess of her lover told her that he would +win in the tournament. She therefore set out with +a noble escort and rode to King Arthur's court, +where she was received with the highest honors. +The king closely questioned her about Sir Gareth, +desiring particularly to know what had become of +him. She answered that where he was she was not +at liberty to tell, and said further to the king,—</p> + +<p>"Sir, there is a way to find him. It is my purpose +to call a tournament, which shall be held before +my castle at the feast of the Assumption. You, +my lord Arthur, must be there with your knights, +and my knights shall be against you. I doubt me +not that then you shall hear of Sir Gareth."</p> + +<p>"That is well advised," said the king.</p> + +<p>"It shall be announced," she continued, "that +the knight who proves the best shall wed me and +be lord of my lands. If he be already wedded, his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span> +wife shall have a coronal of gold, set with precious +stones to the value of a thousand pounds, and a +white jerfalcon."</p> + +<p>"It is well," said the king. "That will bring +Sir Gareth, if he be alive and able to come. If he +would win you, he must do his duty nobly."</p> + +<p>Soon after the Lady Lioness departed and returned +to her castle, where she told all that had +passed, and began preparations for the tournament, +which was to be held two months from that day.</p> + +<p>Gareth sent for Sir Persant of Inde, and for Sir +Ironside, the Red Knight of the Red Lawns, bidding +them be ready with all their followers, to fight +on his side against King Arthur and his knights. +And the cry for the tournament was made in England, +Wales and Scotland, Ireland, and Cornwall, +and in all the out islands, and in Brittany and other +countries. Many good knights came from afar, +eager to win honor in the lists, the most of whom +held with the party of the castle against King +Arthur and his knights.</p> + +<p>In due time King Arthur and his following appeared +at the Castle Dangerous, there being with +him Gawaine and the other brothers of Gareth, +Lancelot with his nephews and cousins, and all +the most valiant Knights of the Round Table, with +various kings who owed him knightly service, as +noble a band of warriors as had ever been seen in +the land.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Dame Lioness had hospitably entertained +the knights of her party, providing ample +lodging and food, though abundance was left to +be had for gold and silver by King Arthur and his +knights.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span>But Gareth begged her and all who knew him +in no manner to make known his name, but to +deal with him as if he were the least of their company, +as he wished to fight in secret and bide his +own time to declare himself.</p> + +<p>"Sir," said Dame Lioness to him, "if such be +your desire, I will lend you a ring, whose virtue +is such that it will turn that which is green to +red, and that which is red to green; and also turn +blue to white, and white to blue, and so with all +colors. And he who wears it will lose no blood, +however desperately he fights. For the great love +I bear you I lend you this ring; but as you love +me heartily in return, let me have it again when +the tournament is done, for this ring increases my +beauty more than it is of itself."</p> + +<p>"My own dear lady," cried Gareth, "now indeed +you prove your love for me. Gladly shall I wear +that ring, for I much desire not to be known."</p> + +<p>Then Sir Gringamore gave Gareth a powerful bay +courser, and a suit of the best of armor; and with +them a noble sword which his father had long before +won from a heathen tyrant. And so the lover made +ready for the tournament, of which his lady-love +was to be the prize.</p> + +<p>Two days before the Assumption of our Lady, +King Arthur reached the castle, and for those two +days rich feasting was held, while royal minstrelsy +and merry-making of all kinds filled every soul +with joy. But when came the morning of the +Assumption all was restless bustle and warlike confusion. +At an early hour the heralds were commanded +to blow to the field, and soon from every<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span> +side a throng of knights was to be seen riding gayly +to the lists, while a goodly host of spectators made +haste to take their seats, all eager to behold that +noble passage-at-arms.</p> + +<p>Valorous and worthy were the deeds that followed, +for hosts of the best knights in the world +had gathered in the lists, and there was wondrous +breaking of spears and unhorsing of knights, while +many who boasted of their firm seat in the saddle +went headlong to the earth.</p> + +<p>At length there rode into the lists Sir Gareth +and Sir Ironside from the castle, each of whom +smote to the ground the first knights that encountered +them, and before long time had passed Gareth +had with one spear unhorsed seven knights of +renown.</p> + +<p>When King Agwisance of Ireland saw this new-comer +fare so nobly, he marvelled much who he +might be, for at one time he seemed green and at +another blue, his color appearing to change at every +course as he rode to and fro, so that no eye could +readily follow him.</p> + +<p>"I must try this strange turn-color knight myself," +said Sir Agwisance, and he spurred his horse +vigorously on Gareth.</p> + +<p>But with a mighty stroke of his spear Gareth +thrust him from his horse, saddle and all. Then +King Carados of Scotland rode against him, and +was hurled to the earth, horse and man. King +Uriens of Gore, King Bagdemagus, and others who +tried their fortune, were served in the same manner. +Then Sir Galahalt, the high prince, cried loudly,—</p> + +<p>"Knight of the many colors, well hast thou<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span> +jousted; now make ready, that I may joust with +thee."</p> + +<p>Gareth heard him, and got a great spear, and +quickly the two knights encountered, the prince +breaking his spear. But Gareth smote him on the +left side of the helm so that he reeled in his saddle, +and would have fallen had not his men supported +him.</p> + +<p>"Truly," said King Arthur, "that knight with +the many colors is a lusty fighter. Lancelot, do +you try his mettle, before he beats all our best +men."</p> + +<p>"Sir," said Lancelot, "I should hold it unjust +to meet him fresh after his hard labors. It is not +the part of a good knight to rob one of the honor +for which he has worked so nobly. It may be that +he is best beloved of the lady of all that are here, +for I can see that he enforces himself to do great +deeds. Therefore, for me, he shall have what +honor he has won; though it lay in my power to +put him from it, I would not."</p> + +<p>And now, in the lists, the breaking of spears was +followed by drawing of swords; and then there +began a sore tournament. There did Sir Lamorak +marvellous deeds of arms, and betwixt him and +Sir Ironside there was a strong battle, and one also +between Palamides and Bleoberis. Then came in +Lancelot, who rode against Sir Turquine and his +brother Carados, fighting them both together.</p> + +<p>Seeing Lancelot thus hard pressed, Gareth pushed +his horse between him and his opponents, and +hurtled them asunder, but no stroke would he smite +Sir Lancelot, but rode briskly on, striking to right<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span> +and left, so that his path was marked by the knights +he overturned.</p> + +<p>Afterward Gareth rode out of the press of knights +to adjust his helm, which had become loosened. +Here his dwarf came briskly up with drink, and +said to him,—</p> + +<p>"Let me hold your ring, that you lose it not while +you drink."</p> + +<p>Gareth gave it to him, and quaffed deeply of the +refreshing draught, for he was burning with thirst. +This done, his eagerness to return to the fray was +so great that he forgot the ring, which he left in +the keeping of the dwarf, while he replaced his helm, +mounted his horse, and rode briskly back to the lists.</p> + +<p>When he reached the field again he was in yellow +armor, and there he rashed off helms and pulled +down knights till King Arthur marvelled more than +ever what knight this was, for though his color +changed no more, the king saw by his hair that he +was the same knight.</p> + +<p>"Go and ride about that yellow knight," said +the king to several heralds, "and see if you can +learn who he is. I have asked many knights of his +party to-day, and none of them know him."</p> + +<p>So a herald rode as near Gareth as he could, and +there he saw written about his helm in letters of +gold, "This helm is Sir Gareth's of Orkney."</p> + +<p>Then the herald cried out as if he were mad, and +many others echoed his words, "The knight in +the yellow arms is Sir Gareth of Orkney, King +Lot's son!"</p> + +<p>When Gareth saw that he was discovered he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span> +doubled his strokes in his anger, and smote down +Sir Sagramore, and his brother Gawaine.</p> + +<p>"Oh, brother!" cried Gawaine, "I did not deem +that you would strike me. Can you not find food +enough for your sword, without coming so near +home?"</p> + +<p>On hearing this, Gareth was troubled in soul, +and with great force made his way out of the press, +meeting his dwarf outside.</p> + +<p>"Faithless boy!" he cried; "you have beguiled +me foully to-day by keeping my ring. Give it to +me again; I am too well known without it."</p> + +<p>He took the ring, and at once he changed color +again, so that all lost sight of him but Gawaine, +who had kept his eyes fixed upon him. Leaving +the lists, Gareth now rode into the forest, followed +at a distance by his brother, who soon lost sight +of him in the woodland depths.</p> + +<p>When Gareth saw that he had thus distanced +his pursuer, he turned to the dwarf and asked +his counsel as to what should now be done.</p> + +<p>"Sir," said the dwarf, "it seems best to me, +now that you are free from danger of spying, that +you send my lady, Dame Lioness, her ring. It is +too precious a thing to keep from her."</p> + +<p>"That is well advised," said Gareth. "Take it +to her, and say that I recommend myself to her +good grace, and will come when I may; and pray +her to be true and faithful to me, as I will be to +her."</p> + +<p>"It shall be done as you command," said the +dwarf, and, receiving the ring, he rode on his +errand.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span>The Lady Lioness received him graciously, and +listened with beaming eyes to Gareth's message.</p> + +<p>"Where is my knight?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"He bade me say that he would not be long +from you," answered the dwarf.</p> + +<p>Then, bearing a tender reply from the lady, the +dwarf sought his master again, and found him +impatiently waiting, for he was weary and needed +repose.</p> + +<p>As they rode forward through the forest a storm +of thunder and lightning came up suddenly, and +it rained as if heaven and earth were coming together. +On through this conflict of the elements +rode the weary knight and the disconsolate dwarf, +under the drenching leaves of the forest, until night +was near at hand. And still it thundered and +lightened as if all the spirits of the air had gone +mad.</p> + +<p>At last, through an opening in the trees, Gareth +to his delight beheld the towers of a castle, and +heard the watchman's call upon its walls.</p> + +<p>"Good luck follows bad, my worthy dwarf," he +cried. "Here is shelter; let us to it."</p> + +<p>He rode to the barbican of the castle and called +to the porter, praying him in courteous language +to let him in from the storm.</p> + +<p>"Go thy way," cried the porter, surlily; "thou +gettest no lodging here."</p> + +<p>"Say not so, fair sir. I am a knight of King +Arthur's, and pray the lord or lady of this castle +to give me harbor for love of the king."</p> + +<p>Then the porter went to the duchess, and told +her that a knight of King Arthur's sought shelter.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span>"I will see him," said the duchess; "for King +Arthur's sake he shall not go harborless."</p> + +<p>Then she went up into a tower over the gate, +with great torch-light, that she might behold the +storm-stayed wayfarer. When Gareth saw the light, +he cried loudly,—</p> + +<p>"Whether thou be lord or lady, giant or champion, +I pray for harbor this night. If it be that I +must fight for my lodging, spare me that till morning, +when I have rested, for I and my horse are +both weary."</p> + +<p>"Sir knight," said the lady, "you speak like a +bold knight errant. This you must know, that +the lord of this castle loves not King Arthur nor +any of his court. Therefore, it were better for +you not to enter here. If you come in it must be +under this contract, that wherever you meet my +lord, by road, by lane, or by street, you shall yield +to him as his prisoner."</p> + +<p>"Madam," asked Gareth, "what is your lord's +name?"</p> + +<p>"He is the Duke de la Rowse," she answered.</p> + +<p>"Well, madam, it shall be as you say. I promise +that wherever I meet your lord I shall yield +me to his good grace, with the covenant that he +will do me no harm. If I understand that he will, +then shall I release myself as best I can with sword +and spear."</p> + +<p>"You speak well and wisely," answered the +duchess, and she ordered that the drawbridge be +lowered.</p> + +<p>Gareth rode into the court-yard, where he alighted +and gave his horse to a stableman. Then he was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span> +led to the hall, where his dwarf removed his armor.</p> + +<p>"Madam," he said, "I shall not leave this hall +to-night. When it comes daylight if any one wants +to fight me he will find me ready."</p> + +<p>Supper was now prepared, the table being garnished +with many goodly dishes, and the duchess +and other fair ladies sat by while Gareth ate, some +of them saying that they never saw a man of nobler +carriage or aspect. Shortly after he had supped, +his bed was made in the hall, and there he rested +all night.</p> + +<p>In the morning he heard mass and took his leave +of the duchess and her lady attendants, thanking +her warmly for his lodging and the good cheer +she had set before him. She now asked him his +name.</p> + +<p>"Madam," he replied, "my name is Gareth of +Orkney, though some men call me Beaumains."</p> + +<p>Hearing this, she bade him adieu with great +courtesy, for she now knew that she had entertained +the knight who had rescued Dame Lioness, and the +victor at the tournament.</p> + +<p>As for Gareth, he rode onward mile after mile, +till he found himself on a mountain side, where +he was confronted by a knight named Sir Bendelaine, +who demanded that he should joust or yield +himself prisoner. Gareth, angry at this demand, +rode against the freebooter and smote him so furiously +that his spear pierced his body, so that he +died on reaching his castle.</p> + +<p>Quickly a throng of his knights and servants, +furious at their lord's death, rode after the victor +and assailed him fiercely. When they saw how<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span> +well he defended himself, they attacked his horse +and killed it with spear-thrusts, and then rushed +in a body on the dismounted knight. But they +found him still more than their match, for one after +another of them fell beneath his sword till only four +were left. These fled in terror to the castle, and +Gareth, taking the best of their horses, rode leisurely +on his way.</p> + +<p>Many miles farther had he gone when he found +himself near a roadside castle, from whose walls +there came to his ears dismal lamentations in ladies' +voices. While he stood wondering at this there +came by a page.</p> + +<p>"What noise is that within the castle?" asked +Gareth.</p> + +<p>"Sir knight," answered the page, "within this +castle there are thirty ladies, all widows, for their +husbands have been slain by the lord of the castle, +who is called the brown knight without pity, and +there is no more perilous knight now living. Therefore," +continued the page, "I bid you flee."</p> + +<p>"You may be afraid of him," said Gareth; "but +I shall not flee for that."</p> + +<p>Then the page saw the brown knight coming.</p> + +<p>"Lo! yonder he cometh," he said.</p> + +<p>"Let me deal with him," said Gareth.</p> + +<p>When the brown knight saw a champion in the +road, with spear in rest, awaiting him, he prepared +quickly for the combat, and spurring his strong +war-horse, rode furiously upon Gareth, breaking +his spear in the middle of his shield. But Gareth +struck him a fatal blow in return, for his spear +went through his body, so that he fell to the ground +stark dead.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span>Then the victor rode into the castle, and prayed +the ladies that he might find repose there for the +night.</p> + +<p>"Alas!" they cried, "that cannot be."</p> + +<p>"Give him your best cheer," said the page, "for +this knight has killed your enemy."</p> + +<p>Hearing this, they joyfully did their utmost to +make him comfortable. In the morning, when he +was ready to depart, he went to mass, and there saw +the thirty ladies kneeling, and some of them grovelling +upon the tombs, with the greatest sorrow and +lamentation.</p> + +<p>"Fair ladies, you have my pity," he said. +"Grieve no more, I pray you; your enemy is justly +punished for his crimes."</p> + +<p>So with few words he departed, and rode onward +till fortune brought him into another mountain. +Not far up its slope had he gone when he saw +before him a sturdy knight, who bade him stand and +joust.</p> + +<p>"Who are you?" asked Gareth.</p> + +<p>"I am the Duke de la Rowse."</p> + +<p>"Then I lodged lately in your castle, and promised +your lady that I should yield unto you."</p> + +<p>"Ah!" said the duke, "are you that proud +knight who proffered to fight with any of my followers? +Make ready, sirrah; I must have a +passage-at-arms with you, for I would know which +of us is the better man."</p> + +<p>So they spurred together, and Gareth smote the +duke from his horse. But in a moment he was +on his feet, sword in hand, and bidding his antagonist +to alight and continue the battle on foot.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span> +Nothing loath, Gareth obeyed, and for more than an +hour they fought, until both were sorely hurt. But +in the end Gareth got the duke to the earth, and +bade him yield if he would save his life. At this +the duke lost no time in yielding.</p> + +<p>"Then must you go," said Gareth, "unto my lord +King Arthur at the next feast, and say that I, Sir +Gareth of Orkney, sent you."</p> + +<p>"It shall be done," said the duke. "And I am +at your command all the days of my life, with a +hundred knights in my train."</p> + +<p>This said, the duke departed, leaving Gareth +there alone. But not long had he stood when he +saw another armed knight approaching. Then +Gareth took the duke's shield, and mounted, waiting +the new-comer, who rode upon him without a word +of greeting. And now, for the first time, Gareth +met his match, for the stranger knight held his +seat unharmed, and wounded him in the side with +his spear.</p> + +<p>Then they alighted and drew their swords, and +for two hours they fought, till the blood flowed +freely from them both.</p> + +<p>As they thus fought there came that way the +damsel Linet, riding on an ambling mule. When +she saw them, she cried,—</p> + +<p>"Sir Gawaine, Sir Gawaine, leave off fighting +with thy brother Gareth."</p> + +<p>When Gawaine, for it was indeed he, heard this, +he threw down his shield and sword and ran to +Gareth, whom he took in his arms, and then kneeled +down and asked his mercy.</p> + +<p>"Who are you," asked Gareth, "that one minute +fight me so strongly and yield the next?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span>"Oh, Gareth, I am your brother Gawaine."</p> + +<p>Then Gareth unlaced his helm, and kneeled to +him and asked his mercy. Both now rose and +embraced each other, weeping so that it was long +before they could speak. When their voices returned +they entered into a brotherly contest, for +each insisted that the other had won the battle. As +they thus stood in loving converse, the damsel Linet +came up to them, and stanched their wounds, from +which the blood was flowing freely.</p> + +<p>"What will you do now?" she asked. "It +seems to me that my lord Arthur should have +news of you, for your horses are too bruised to +carry you."</p> + +<p>"It is well said," answered Gawaine. "Will +you, fair damsel, bear word to him?"</p> + +<p>Then she took her mule and rode to where the +king abode, he then being at a castle scarcely two +miles distant. The tidings she brought him cheered +his heart wonderfully, for much had the disappearance +of Gareth troubled him. Turning to his +attendants, he ordered that a palfrey should be +saddled in all haste.</p> + +<p>When he was in the saddle he turned to the wondering +lords and ladies and told them whither he +went, bidding all who wished to greet Sir Gareth +to follow. Then was there hasty saddling and +bridling of queens' horses and princes' horses, and +happiest were they who soonest got ready.</p> + +<p>But the king rode on till he came where Gawaine +and Gareth sat upon a little hill-side, and here he +sprang from his horse and embraced Gareth as +though he were his own son. Quickly behind him<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span> +came his sister Morgause, who fell into a swoon +when she saw her dear young son. And the other +knights and ladies came up in all haste, and great +was the joy that all felt. After congratulations +had passed, and the two brothers been removed to +a place where their wounds could be attended to, +the Dame Lioness was sent for, and came at the +utmost speed, with her brother Sir Gringamore and +forty knights.</p> + +<p>Among all the ladies there she was the fairest +and peerless. And when Gareth saw her, so loving +were the looks and joyous the words between them, +that all who beheld it were filled with delight.</p> + +<p>Eight days passed before Gareth and his brother +recovered from their wounds. Then Arthur came +to him, with Guenever, and Morgause, and others +of high degree, and asked him if he would have +the Lady Lioness for his wife.</p> + +<p>"My lord, I love her above all ladies living."</p> + +<p>"Now, fair lady, what say you?" asked the +king.</p> + +<p>"Most noble king," replied Lioness, with blushing +face, "my lord Gareth is more to me than any +king or prince that was ever christened. If I may +not have him, none will I ever have. My first love +is he, and my last he shall be."</p> + +<p>"And if I have you not as my wife," broke in +Gareth, "never shall lady living give joy to my +heart."</p> + +<p>"What, nephew," said the king, "is the wind in +that door? Then not for my crown would I sever +two such loving hearts, but would much prefer to +increase than to distress your love."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span>And words to the same effect said Gareth's +mother.</p> + +<p>Then provision was made for a brilliant and +joyous wedding, the king advising that it should +take place on the Michaelmas following, at Kinkenadon +by the seaside, where is a plentiful country. +And so it was cried in all places through the realm.</p> + +<p>Dame Lioness and the damsel Linet, with Sir +Gringamore, now rode to their castle, where she +gave Gareth a jewelled ring and received one from +him, while Arthur gave her a rich bee of gold. +Then Arthur and his following rode towards Kinkenadon. +Gareth soon followed, and joined Arthur +on his way.</p> + +<p>Oh, the great cheer that Lancelot now made of +Gareth, and Gareth of him; for there was never +knight that Gareth loved as he did Lancelot. But +he cared less for his brother Gawaine, who was +revengeful, and disposed to murder where he hated, +a feeling which the young knight abhorred.</p> + +<p>When Michaelmas came near, Dame Lioness with +her brother and sister rode to Kinkenadon, where +they were lodged at the expense of King Arthur, +who had prepared for them royally.</p> + +<p>And upon Michaelmas day the bishop of Canterbury +performed the wedding ceremony between +Gareth and the Lady Lioness with all solemnity, +and in the presence of a noble and splendid gathering +of the greatest lords and highest ladies of England's +realm.</p> + +<p>And here other weddings took place, for King +Arthur devised that Gaheris should wed the damsel +Linet, and that Agravaine should wed Dame Laurel, +a fair lady, niece to the Lady Lioness.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<a name="Wedding_Pg_235" id="Wedding_Pg_235"></a><img src="images/p235.jpg" width="500" height="308" alt="THE JOYOUS WEDDING." title="THE JOYOUS WEDDING." /> +<span class="caption">THE JOYOUS WEDDING.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span>When these weddings were done another solemnity +took place; for there came into the church the +various knights whom Gareth had overcome, each +with his knightly followers, and with them the +thirty ladies whom he had delivered from the brown +knight, attended by many gentlewomen. All the +knights did homage and fealty to Gareth, and the +ladies kneeled and prayed heartily that happiness +might be his lot throughout his life.</p> + +<p>Afterwards there was high feasting, and all manner +of games and revels, with the richest minstrelsy, +and jousts that lasted three days. But the king +would not suffer Sir Gareth to joust because of his +new bride; for the Dame Lioness had desired that +none who were newly married should joust at that +feast.</p> + +<p>On the first day Sir Lamorak won the honor of +the lists, for he overthrew thirty knights and did +marvellous feats of arms. And that day King +Arthur made Sir Persant of Inde and his two +brothers, Knights of the Round Table, and gave +them great lands.</p> + +<p>On the second day Sir Tristram jousted best, and +overthrew forty knights. And on that day the +king made Sir Ironside, the Red Knight of the +Red Lawns, a Knight of the Round Table, and gave +him great lands.</p> + +<p>On the third day the prize of valor fell to Sir +Lancelot, who overthrew fifty knights and did such +marvellous deeds that all men wondered at him. +And now King Arthur made the Duke de la Rowse +a Knight of the Round Table, and gave him great +lands to spend.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span>Thus ended the festivities at the marriage of Sir +Gareth of Orkney and the Lady Lioness. But +Gareth and his lovely bride lived long and happily +together afterwards, and much knightly renown +he won, and great honor from all men.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="BOOK_VI" id="BOOK_VI"></a>BOOK VI.</h2> + +<h3>TRISTRAM OF LYONESSE AND THE FAIR ISOLDE.</h3> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<h4>HOW TRISTRAM WAS KNIGHTED.</h4> + + +<p>Sad was the day when the renowned knight, +Tristram of Lyonesse, was born, for on that day +his mother died, and his father lay in prison through +the arts of an enchantress. Therefore he was +called Tristram, which signifies one of a sorrowful +birth.</p> + +<p>It happened that when he was seven years of +age his father, King Meliodas, of the country of +Lyonesse, married again. His first wife had been +Elizabeth, sister of King Mark of Cornwall. He +now married the daughter of King Howell of Brittany, +a woman who proved of evil soul.</p> + +<p>For after the new queen had children of her +own she grew to hate the boy who stood between +her son and the throne of Lyonesse, and so bitter +grew her hatred that in the end she laid a foul +plot for his murder. She put poison in a silver +cup in the chamber where the young princes were +used to play together, with the hope that Tristram +when thirsty would drink from that cup. But fate +so willed that the queen's own son drank of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span> +poisoned cup, when thirsty from play, and died +of it.</p> + +<p>This fatal error filled the queen with deep anguish, +but it added doubly to her hate, and with +murderous intent she again put the poisoned cup +into the chamber. But God protected the boy, for +this time King Meliodas, being thirsty, saw the +envenomed cup of wine, and took it up with purpose +to drink. Before he could do so the queen, who +was near by, ran hastily forward, snatched the +deadly cup from his hand, and threw its contents +on the floor.</p> + +<p>This hasty act filled the king with suspicion, for +the sudden death of his young son had seemed to +him like the work of poison. In a burst of passion +he caught the guilty woman fiercely by the hand, +drew his sword, and swore a mighty oath that he +would kill her on the spot, unless she told him +what had been in the cup and why it was put there.</p> + +<p>At this threat the queen, trembling and weeping +with fright, acknowledged that it had been her +design to kill Tristram, in order that her son should +inherit the kingdom of Lyonesse.</p> + +<p>"Thou false traitress and murderess!" cried the +king in redoubled passion. "By my royal soul, you +shall have the fate you designed for my son. A +worse one you shall have, for you shall be burned +at the stake as a poisoner."</p> + +<p>Then he called a council of his barons, who confirmed +this sentence on learning the dark crime +of the queen, and by the order of the court a fire +of execution was prepared, and the murderess bound +to the stake, while fagots were heaped about her +drooping form.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span>The flames were already kindled, and were crawling +like deadly serpents through the dry wood, but +before they could reach the condemned queen young +Tristram kneeled before his father and begged him +a boon.</p> + +<p>"You shall have it, my son. What would you +ask?"</p> + +<p>"Grant me the life of the queen. I cannot bear +to see her die so terrible a death."</p> + +<p>"Ask not that," said the king. "You should +hate her who would have poisoned you. I have +condemned her more for your sake than my own."</p> + +<p>"Yet I beseech you to be merciful to her. I +have forgiven her, and pray God to do so. You +granted me my boon for God's love, and I hold +you to your promise."</p> + +<p>"If you will have it so, I cannot withdraw my +word," said the king. "I give her to you. Go to +the fire and take her, and do with her what you +will."</p> + +<p>This gladdened the boy's heart, which had been +full of horror at the dreadful spectacle, and he +hastened to release the victim from the flames.</p> + +<p>But after that Meliodas would have nothing to +do with her until after years had passed, when +Tristram reconciled them with each other. And +he sent his son from the court, being afraid the +pardoned murderess might devise some new scheme +for his destruction. The noble-hearted lad was +therefore given as tutor a learned gentleman named +Gouvernail, who took him to France, that he might +learn the language and be taught the use of arms. +There he remained seven years, learning not only<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span> +the language, but the art of minstrelsy, till he +became so skilful that few could equal him in the +use of the harp and other instruments of music. +And as he grew older he practised much in hunting +and hawking, and in time became famous also for +his skill in this noble art. He in after-life devised +many terms used in hunting, and bugle calls of the +chase, so that from him the book of venery, or of +hunting and hawking, came to be called the "Book +of Sir Tristram."</p> + +<p>Thus Tristram grew in accomplishments and +nobleness till he attained the age of nineteen years, +when he had become a youth of handsome face and +powerful form, being large of size and vigorous of +limb. The king, his father, had great joy in his +promise of lusty manhood, and so had the queen, +whose heart had been won to Tristram when he +saved her from the flames, and who loved him ever +afterwards as much as she had hated him in his +childhood. Every one loved him, indeed, for he +proved himself a noble and gentle-hearted youth, +loyal and kind to all he met, and with a heart free +from evil thoughts or selfish desires.</p> + +<p>He had learned the use of arms, and knew well +how to wield the shield and sword, though as yet +he had not sought knighthood by deeds of battle; +but events were preparing that would bring him +soon from youth to manhood. For it so happened +that King Anguish of Ireland sent to King Mark +of Cornwall, demanding from him tribute which +he said was due, but had not been paid for many +years. King Mark sent word back that he owed +and would pay no tribute; and that if the King<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span> +of Ireland wished to prove his claim, he must send +a knight who could overcome King Mark's +champion.</p> + +<p>King Anguish was very angry at this answer, +but accepted the challenge, and sent as his champion +Sir Marhaus, brother to his wife, that valiant +knight who had gone with Gawaine and Uwaine +to the country of strange adventures, and had afterwards +been made a Knight of the Round Table.</p> + +<p>Marhaus accepted the championship, and hastened +to Cornwall, where he sent his challenge to King +Mark; but the latter had taken no steps to provide +himself with a worthy champion. Marhaus thereupon +encamped near the castle of Tintagil, whither +he daily sent a demand to King Mark either to pay +the tribute or to find a knight to fight his battle.</p> + +<p>Anxious efforts were now made by the Cornish +monarch to find a champion, some of the barons +advising him to send to King Arthur's court for +Lancelot du Lake. But others dissuaded the king +from this, saying that neither Lancelot nor any +Knight of the Round Table would fight against +their fellow-knight Marhaus. Thus the King of +Cornwall was sore put to it to find a champion fit +to hold the field against such a knight as Marhaus.</p> + +<p>Word of this soon spread over the country and +quickly reached the castle of Meliodas, to which +young Tristram had long before returned. The +heart of the ardent youth filled with anger when +he learned that not a knight could be found in all +Cornwall able and willing to do battle with the +Irish champion.</p> + +<p>In fervent haste he sought his father, and asked<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span> +him what was to be done to save Cornwall from +this disgrace.</p> + +<p>"I know not," answered the king. "Marhaus +is one of the best knights of the Round Table, +and there is no knight in this country fit to cope +with him."</p> + +<p>"I wish heartily that I were a knight," cried +Tristram hotly. "If I were, Sir Marhaus should +never depart to Ireland and boast that all Cornwall +could not furnish a knight ready to break a spear +with him. I pray you, dear father, to let me ride +to King Mark's court, and beg of him to make +me a knight and choose me as his champion."</p> + +<p>"Your spirit honors you, my son," said Meliodas. +"You have it in you to become an able knight, +and I give you full leave to do as your courage +prompts you."</p> + +<p>Tristram thanked his father warmly for this +assent, and, taking horse, rode without delay to the +castle of his uncle King Mark. When he reached +there he found the king depressed in spirit and +the whole court deep in gloom, for it seemed as if +no champion could be found, and that the tribute +must be paid. Tristram went at once to his uncle +and said with modest ardor,—</p> + +<p>"Sir, it is a shame and disgrace that Cornwall +has no champion. I am but an untried youth, yet, +if you will give me the order of knighthood, I +stand ready to do battle for you with Sir Marhaus."</p> + +<p>"Who are you, and whence come you?" asked +the king.</p> + +<p>"I come from King Meliodas, who wedded your +sister, and I am a gentleman born."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span>Hope came into the king's eyes when he saw +how large and strongly built was his youthful +visitor, and marked the spirit of battle in his eyes, +but he again demanded his name and place of birth.</p> + +<p>"My name is Tristram and I was born in the +country of Lyonesse," answered the youth.</p> + +<p>"You speak with spirit, and look like the making +of a good warrior," said the king. "If you agree +to do this battle, I will grant you knighthood."</p> + +<p>"It is that, and that alone, brings me here," +answered Tristram.</p> + +<p>Then the king knighted him, and at once sent +word to Sir Marhaus that he had a champion ready +to do battle with him to the uttermost.</p> + +<p>"That may well be," answered Marhaus, "but +I fight not with every springal. Tell King Mark +that I shall fight with none but one of royal blood. +His champion must be son either of a king or a +queen."</p> + +<p>This answer King Mark gave to Tristram, and +said, gloomily,—</p> + +<p>"I fear this rules out your championship."</p> + +<p>"Not so," said Tristram. "I came not here to +boast, but if I must tell my lineage, you may let +him know that I am of as noble blood as he. My +father is King Meliodas, and my mother was Elizabeth, +your own sister. I am the heir of Lyonesse."</p> + +<p>"Is it so?" cried the king, clasping the youth's +hands gladly. "Then I bid you warmly welcome, +my fair nephew, and I could ask no better nor +nobler champion."</p> + +<p>He sent word in all haste to Marhaus that a better +born man than himself should fight with him, the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span> +son of King Meliodas, and his own nephew. And +while he waited an answer he took care to find for +his nephew the best horse and the finest suit of +armor that gold could procure. By the time he +was thus provided word came back from Marhaus +that he would be glad and blithe to fight with a +gentleman of such noble birth. And he requested +that the combat should take place in an island near +which lay his ships. This being accepted, Tristram +was sent thither in a vessel, with his horse and +armor, but attended only by his tutor Gouvernail, +whom he now made his squire.</p> + +<p>On reaching the island Tristram saw on the +further shore six ships, but he saw no knight. +Then he bade Gouvernail to bring his horse ashore +and arm him. This done, he mounted and took +his shield, and then said,—</p> + +<p>"Where is this knight with whom I have to +fight? I see him not."</p> + +<p>"Yonder he hovers," answered Gouvernail, +"under the shadow of the ships. He waits you +on horseback, and fully armed."</p> + +<p>"True enough. I see him now. All is well. +Do you take the vessel and go back to my uncle +Mark, and tell him that if I be slain it will not +be through cowardice, and pray him, if I die in +fair fight, to see that I be interred honorably; but +if I should prove recreant then he shall give me +no Christian burial. And come you not near the +island, on your life, till you see me overcome or +slain, or till I give you the signal of victory."</p> + +<p>Then Gouvernail departed, weeping, for his young +master had spoken so resolutely that he dared not<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span> +disobey. Tristram now rode boldly towards Sir +Marhaus, who came forward to meet him. Much +courteous conversation passed between the two +knights, Tristram at the end saying,—</p> + +<p>"I trust, Sir Marhaus, to win honor and renown +from you, and to deliver Cornwall from tribute +forever, and to this end I shall do my best in all +valor and honor."</p> + +<p>"Fair sir," answered Marhaus, "your spirit +pleases me; but as for gaining honor from me, you +will lose none if you keep back three strokes beyond +my reach, for King Arthur made me not Knight +of the Round Table except for good cause."</p> + +<p>"That may well be," answered Tristram; "but +if I show the white feather in my first battle may +I never bear arms again."</p> + +<p>Then they put their spears in rest and rode so +furiously together that both were hurled to the +earth, horse and man alike. But Tristram had +the ill fortune to receive a severe wound in the +side from the spear of his adversary.</p> + +<p>Heedless of this, he drew his sword and met +Marhaus boldly and bravely. Then they began a +fierce and desperate fight, striking and foining, +rushing together in furious onset, and drawing back +in cautious heed, while the ring of sword on armor +was like that of hammer on anvil. Hours passed +in the fight, and the blood flowed freely from the +wounds which each had received, yet still they stood +boldly up to the combat. But Tristram proved a +stronger and better-winded man than Marhaus, and +was still fresh when his enemy was growing weary +and faint. At the end he threw all his strength<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span> +into his right arm, and smote Marhaus so mighty +a blow on the helm that it cut down through the +steel covering and deep into his head, the sword +sticking so fast that Tristram could hardly pull +it out.</p> + +<p>When he did so the edge of the sword was left in +the skull, and the wounded knight fell heavily on +his knees. But in a minute he rose and, flinging +his sword and shield away, fled hastily to his ships.</p> + +<p>"Why do you withdraw, Knight of the Round +Table?" cried Tristram. "I am but a young +knight, but before I would fly from an adversary +I would abide to be cut into a thousand pieces."</p> + +<p>Marhaus answered only with deep groans of pain +and distress.</p> + +<p>"Go thy way then, sir knight," said Tristram. +"I promise you your sword and shield shall be +mine, and I will wear your shield in the sight of +King Arthur and all the Round Table, to let them +see that Cornwall is not a land of cowards."</p> + +<p>While he stood thus, hot with anger, the sails +of the ships were spread, and the fleet sailed away, +leaving the victor alone on the island. He was +deeply wounded and had bled profusely, and when +he grew cold from rest could hardly move his limbs. +So he seated himself upon a little hillock, while his +wounds still bled freely. But Gouvernail, who had +kept within sight in the vessel, and had seen the end +of the combat, now hastened gladly to the island, +where he bound up the young knight's wounds, and +then brought him to the main land. Here King +Mark and his barons came in procession to meet +him, their hearts full of joy and triumph, and the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span> +victor was borne in glad procession to the castle +of Tintagil. When King Mark saw his deep and +perilous wounds he wept heartily, and cried,—</p> + +<p>"God help me, I would not for all my lands that +my nephew should die!"</p> + +<p>But Tristram lay in groaning pain for more than +a month, ever in danger of death from the spear-wound +he had received from Sir Marhaus. For the +spear-head was poisoned, and no leech in the land, +with his most healing remedy, could overcome the +deadly effect of that venom. The king sent far +and wide for skilled doctors, but none could be +found whose skill was of any avail. At length there +came a learned woman to the court, who told them +plainly that the wounded man could never be cured +except in the country from which the venom came. +He might be helped there, but nowhere else.</p> + +<p>When King Mark heard this he had a good vessel +prepared, in which Tristram was placed, under +charge of Gouvernail, and so set sail for Ireland, +though all were strictly warned not to tell who they +were or whence they came.</p> + +<p>Long before this the fleet of Marhaus had arrived +on the Irish coast, and the wounded knight been +borne to the king's court, where all was done that +could be to save his life, but in vain.</p> + +<p>He died soon of his deep wound, and when his +head was examined by the surgeons they found +therein a piece of Tristram's sword, which had +sunk deep into his skull. This piece the queen, his +sister, kept, for she was full of revengeful thoughts, +and she hoped by its aid to find the man to whom +he owed his death.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<h4>LA BELLE ISOLDE.</h4> + + +<p>When Tristram arrived in Ireland, chance so +provided that he landed near a castle in which the +king and queen, with all their court, then were. +He had brought his harp with him, and on his +arrival sat up in his bed and played a merry lay, +which gave joy to all that heard it.</p> + +<p>Word was quickly brought to the king that a +harper of wonderful skill had reached his shores, +and he at once sent to have him brought to the +castle, where he asked him his name and whence +he came.</p> + +<p>"My name," replied the wounded knight, "is +Tramtrist; I am of the country of Lyonesse, and +the wound from which I suffer was received in a +battle I fought for a lady who had been wronged."</p> + +<p>"You shall have all the help here we can give +you," said King Anguish. "I have just met with +a sad loss myself, for the best knight in my kingdom +has been slain."</p> + +<p>Then he told Tristram of the battle with King +Mark's champion, little dreaming that the knight +to whom he spoke knew far more about it than +he did himself.</p> + +<p>"As for your wound," said the king, "my +daughter, La Belle Isolde, is a leech of wonderful +skill, and as you seem so worthy a man I shall put +you under her care."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span>This said, he departed, and sent his daughter to +the knight; but no sooner did Tristram behold +her than he received a deeper wound from love than +he had yet had from sword or spear. For La Belle +Isolde was the most beautiful lady in the world, +a maiden of such wondrous charm and grace that +no land held her equal.</p> + +<p>When she examined the young knight's wound +she quickly saw that he was suffering from poison, +but it was a venom with which she knew well how +to deal, and she was not long in healing his deep +hurt. In return for this great service, he taught +her the art of harping, while the love he felt for +her soon left some reflection of its warm presence +in her soul.</p> + +<p>But she already had a lover in the court, a worthy +and valiant Saracen knight named Palamides, who +sought her day after day, and made her many gifts, +for his love for her was deep. He was well esteemed +by the king and queen, and had declared his willingness +to be made a Christian for the sake of La Belle +Isolde. In consequence there soon arose hot blood +between Tristram and Palamides, for each feared +that the other was a favored rival.</p> + +<p>And now it happened that King Anguish announced +a tournament to be held in honor of a +cousin of his called the Lady of the Lawns, it being +declared that the grand prize of the tournament +should be the hand of the lady and the lordship +of her lands. The report of this tournament spread +through England, Wales, and Scotland, reaching +even to Brittany, and France, and many knights +came to try their fortune in the lists.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 298px;"> +<a name="Harping_Pg_250" id="Harping_Pg_250"></a><img src="images/p250.jpg" width="298" height="500" alt="SIR TRISTRAM HARPING TO ISOLDE." title="SIR TRISTRAM HARPING TO ISOLDE." /> +<span class="caption">SIR TRISTRAM HARPING TO ISOLDE.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span>When the day drew near the fair Isolde told +Tristram of the tournament, and expressed a warm +desire that he would take part in it.</p> + +<p>"Fair lady," he answered, "I am as yet but +feeble, and only for your generous care might be +dead. I should be glad to obey any wish of yours, +but you know that I am not in condition for the +lists."</p> + +<p>"Ah, Tramtrist," she replied, "I trust that you +may be able to take part in this friendly joust. +Palamides will be there, and I hoped that you +would meet him, for I fear that otherwise he will +not find his equal."</p> + +<p>"You do me great honor," he replied. "You +forget that I am but a young knight, and that in +the only battle I have fought I was wounded nearly +unto death. But for the love I have for you I shall +attend the tournament, and jeopard my poor person +for your sake, if you will only keep my counsel +and let no person know that I have entered the +lists."</p> + +<p>"That shall I," she replied, gladly. "Horse and +armor shall be ready for you, and I but ask you +to do your best. I am sure your best must win."</p> + +<p>"With Isolde's eyes upon me I can do no less," +answered Tristram, with a glad heart. "I am at +your command in all things, and for your love +would dare tenfold this risk."</p> + +<p>When the day of the tournament came, Palamides +appeared in the lists with a black shield, +and so many knights fell before him that all the +people marvelled at his prowess. Throughout the +first day's fight he held his own against all comers,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span> +bearing off the honors of the lists. As for Tristram, +he sat among the spectators, and when King +Anguish asked him why he did not joust, replied +that he was still too weak from his wound.</p> + +<p>On the morning of the next day Palamides came +early into the field, and began the same career of +conquest as on the day before. But in the midst +of his good fortune there rode into the lists an +unknown knight, who seemed to the spectators like +an angel, for his horse and his armor were of the +whiteness of snow.</p> + +<p>No sooner had Palamides espied this stranger +than he put his spear in rest and rode against him +at furious speed. But there came a sudden change +in his fortunes, for the white knight struck him +with such force as to hurl him from his horse to the +ground.</p> + +<p>Then there arose a great noise and uproar among +the people, for they had grown to think that no +knight could face the Saracen, and Gawaine and +others whom he had overthrown marvelled who this +stranger knight could be. But Isolde was glad +at heart, for the love of Palamides was a burden +to her, and well she knew the knight of the white +arms.</p> + +<p>As for the Palamides, he was so ashamed and disconcerted +by his fall that, on mounting his horse +again, he sought privately to withdraw from the +field. But the white knight rode hastily after him +and bade him turn, saying that he should not leave +the lists so lightly. At these words Palamides +turned and struck a fierce sword-blow at the white +champion. But the latter put the stroke aside,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span> +and returned it with so mighty a buffet on the +Saracen's head that he fell from his horse to the +earth.</p> + +<p>Then Tristram—for he was the white knight—bade +him yield and consent to do his command, or +he would slay him. To this Palamides agreed, for +he was hurt past defence.</p> + +<p>"This, then, is my command," said Tristram. +"First, upon pain of your life, you shall cease your +suit of the lady La Belle Isolde, and come not near +her. Second, for a year and a day you shall wear +no armor or weapons of war. Promise me this, or +you shall die."</p> + +<p>"This is a bitter penance," cried Palamides. +"You shame me before the world. For nothing less +than life would I consent."</p> + +<p>But he took the oath as Tristram commanded, +and then in anger and despite threw off his armor +and cut it into pieces, flinging the fragments away. +Then he departed, weighed down with sadness and +shame.</p> + +<p>This done, Tristram left the lists, where he could +find no knight willing to fight with him, and rode +to the private postern of the castle whence he had +come to the field. Here he found the fair Isolde +awaiting him with a joyous face and a voice of +thanks, praising him so highly that the knight was +abashed with modest shame, though gladness filled +his heart. And when she had told the king and +queen that it was Tramtrist who had vanquished +the Saracen, they treated him as if he had been +of royal blood, for he had shown such prowess as +Lancelot himself could not exceed.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span>After this Tristram dwelt long in the castle, +highly esteemed by the king and queen, and loved +by La Belle Isolde, whose heart he had fully won +by his prowess in the tournament. Those were days +of joy and gladness, too soon, alas to end, for he +loved her with all his soul, and saw his heaven in +her eyes, while for all his love she gave him the +warm devotion of a true heart in return.</p> + +<p>But fate at length brought this dream of happiness +to an end. For on a day when Tristram was +in the bath, attended by his squire Gouvernail, +chance brought the queen and Isolde into the chamber +of the knight. On the bed lay his sword, and +this the queen picked up and held it out for Isolde's +admiration, as the blade which had done such noble +work in the tournament.</p> + +<p>But as she held it so she saw that there was a +gap in the edge, a piece being broken out about a +foot from the point. At sight of this she let the +weapon fall, while her heart gave a great bound of +pain and anger.</p> + +<p>"Liar and traitor, have I found you at last!" +she cried, in an outbreak of rage. "It is this false +villain that slew my brother Marhaus!"</p> + +<p>With these words she ran in haste from the +chamber, leaving Isolde trembling with dread for +her lover, for though she knew not the cause of the +queen's rage, she knew well how cruel she could be +in her passion.</p> + +<p>Quickly the queen returned, bringing with her +the fragment of steel that had been found in +Marhaus's skull, and, snatching up the sword, she +fitted this into the broken place. It fitted so<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span> +closely that the blade seemed whole. Then with +a cry of passionate rage the furious woman ran to +where Tristram was in the bath, and would have +run him through had not Gouvernail caught her +in his arms and wrested the sword from her hand.</p> + +<p>Failing in this deadly intent, she tore herself +from the squire's grasp and flew to the king, throwing +herself on her knees before him and crying,—</p> + +<p>"Oh, my lord and husband! you have here in +your house that murderous wretch who killed my +brother, the noble Sir Marhaus!"</p> + +<p>"Ha! can that be?" said the king. "Where is +he?"</p> + +<p>"It is Tramtrist," she replied. "It is that villanous +knight whom our daughter healed, and who +has shamefully abused our hospitality." And she +told him by what strange chance she had made this +discovery.</p> + +<p>"Alas!" said the king, "what you tell me grieves +me to the heart. I never saw a nobler knight than +he, and I would give my crown not to have learned +this. I charge you to leave him to me. I will deal +with him as honor and justice demand."</p> + +<p>Then the king sought Tristram in his chamber, +and found him there fully armed and ready to +mount his horse.</p> + +<p>"So, Tramtrist, you are ready for the field," he +said. "I tell you this, that it will not avail you +to match your strength against my power. But +I honor you for your nobility and prowess, and it +would shame me to slay my guest in my court; +therefore, I will let you depart in safety, on condition +that you tell me your name and that of your<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span> +father, and if it was truly you that slew my brother, +Sir Marhaus."</p> + +<p>"Truly it was so," said Tristram. "But what +I did was done in honor and justice, as you well +know. He came as a champion and defied all the +knights of Cornwall to battle, and I fought him +for the honor of Cornwall. It was my first battle, +for I was made a knight that very day. And no +man living can say that I struck him foully."</p> + +<p>"I doubt me not that you acted in all knightly +honor," answered the king. "But you cannot stay +in my country against the ill-will of my barons, +my wife, and her kindred."</p> + +<p>"As for who I am," continued the knight, "my +father is King Meliodas of Lyonesse, and my uncle +King Mark of Cornwall. My name is Tristram; +but when I was sent to your country to be cured +of my wound I called myself Tramtrist, for I +feared your anger. I thank you deeply for the kind +welcome you have given me, and the goodness my +lady, your daughter, has shown me. It may happen +that you will win more by my life than by my +death, for in England I may yet do you some +knightly service. This I promise you, as I am +a true knight, that in all places I shall hold myself +the servant and knight of my lady, your daughter, +and shall never fail to do in her honor and service +all that a knight may. Also I beseech you that I +may take leave of your barons and knights, and pray +you to grant me leave to bid adieu to your daughter."</p> + +<p>"I cannot well refuse you this," said the king.</p> + +<p>With this permission, Tristram sought La Belle +Isolde, and sadly bade her farewell, telling her who<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span> +he was, why he had changed his name, and for what +purpose he had come to Ireland.</p> + +<p>"Had it not been for your care and skill I should +now have been dead," he said.</p> + +<p>"Gentle sir," she sadly replied, "I am woeful +indeed that you should go, for I never saw man to +whom I felt such good-will as to you."</p> + +<p>And she wept bitterly as she held out her hand in +adieu. But Tristram took her in his arms and +kissed away her tears.</p> + +<p>"I love you, Isolde, as my soul," he said. "If +this despite of fate shall stand between you and +me, this I promise, to be your knight while life is +left to me."</p> + +<p>"And this I promise," answered Isolde, "that +if I am married within these seven years it shall +only be by your assent! If they stand between me +and my love, at least they shall not force me to +wed against your will."</p> + +<p>Then she gave Tristram a ring and received one +from him in return, and he departed from her with +a pain as if the parting wrenched their hearts +asunder, while she beheld him go with such tears +and lamentation that it seemed as if her faithful +heart would break.</p> + +<p>Tristram next sought the great hall of the court, +where were assembled the barons of King Anguish, +and took his leave of them all, saying,—</p> + +<p>"Fair lords, fortune wills that I must leave you. +If there be any man here whom I have offended +or aggrieved let him make complaint now, and I +shall amend the wrong so far as it is in my power. +If there be any who may incline to say a wrongful +thing of me behind my back, let him speak now, +and I will make it good with him, body against +body."</p> + +<p>But no man spoke in reply. There were knights +there of the blood of Sir Marhaus and the queen, +but none that cared to have to do in the field against +Sir Tristram.</p> + +<p>So bidding them all adieu, he departed, and took +ship for Tintagil, in Cornwall.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<h4>THE WAGER OF BATTLE.</h4> + + +<p>When tidings came to King Mark that Tristram +had returned to Cornwall, cured of his wounds, +the king and all his barons were glad, and on the +arrival of the knight he was treated with the greatest +honor. No long time passed before he rode +to the castle of his father, King Meliodas, who +received him with fatherly love and pride, while +the queen greeted him with the warmest joy. And +that their knightly son should have wherewithal +to make a fair show in the world, they parted with +much of their lands and wealth to him, endowing +him with broad estates and lordly castles.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<a name="Castle_Pg_258" id="Castle_Pg_258"></a><img src="images/p258.jpg" width="500" height="293" alt="A CASTLE OF CORNWALL." title="A CASTLE OF CORNWALL." /> +<span class="caption">A CASTLE OF CORNWALL.</span> +</div> + +<p>Afterwards, at his father's desire, who wished his +son to gain all honor, Tristram returned to the +court of Cornwall, where he was gladly welcomed. +And here, though his love for La Belle<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span> +Isolde lay deep in his heart, it was dimmed by +later feelings, for there were many fair ladies at +the court, and the young knight was at that age +when the heart is soft and tender.</p> + +<p>In the end it happened that a jealousy and unfriendliness +arose between King Mark and him. +This grew with time, and in the end the king, who +was base and treacherous of soul, waylaid Tristram, +aided by two knights of his counsel, and +sought to slay him. But so valiantly did he defend +himself that he hurled the three to the earth, +wounding the king so deeply that he was long in +recovering.</p> + +<p>The king now grew to hate his young guest bitterly, +and laid plans to destroy him. Finally, it +occurred to him to send Tristram to Ireland for +La Belle Isolde, whose beauty and goodness the +young knight had praised so warmly that King +Mark had it in his heart to wed her. But his main +purpose in sending Tristram to Ireland was to compass +his destruction, for he knew how he was hated +there.</p> + +<p>Tristram was not blind to the danger into which +this mission might bring him, and suspected the +purpose of the king, but his love of adventure was +so great that for it he was ready to dare any risk.</p> + +<p>As for Isolde, absence and affection for other +ladies had dimmed his passion for her, so that for +the time his love was forgotten, and he came to +look upon it as a youthful episode not knowing +how deeply it still lay under all these later feelings. +He, therefore, accepted the mission, and made ready +to go in royal state.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span>He selected for his companions a number of the +ablest knights of the court, and saw that they were +richly arrayed and appointed, with the hope that +such a noble train might win him favor at the Irish +court. With this array he departed, and set sail +for the coast of Ireland.</p> + +<p>But when they had reached the mid-channel a +tempest arose that blew the fleet back towards the +coast of England, and, as chance had it, they came +ashore near Camelot. Here they were forced to +land, for their ships were no longer seaworthy. +Tristram, therefore, set up his pavilion upon the +coast of Camelot, and hung his shield before it.</p> + +<p>That same day two knights of Arthur's court, +Sir Morganor and Sir Hector de Maris, chanced +to ride that way, and, seeing the shield, they touched +it with their spears, bidding the knight of the pavilion +to come out and joust, if he had an inclination +to do so.</p> + +<p>"I hold myself ready alike for sport or battle," +answered Tristram. "If you tarry a little while, +you will find me ready to meet you."</p> + +<p>This said, he armed himself, and mounting his +horse rode against his two challengers with such +fortune that he first smote Sir Hector to the earth, +and then Sir Morganor, felling them both with one +spear. Rising painfully to their feet, the disconcerted +knights asked Tristram who he was and of +what country.</p> + +<p>"My noble sirs, I am a knight of Cornwall," he +answered. "You have been in the habit of scorning +the warriors of my country, but you see we have +some good blood there."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span>"A Cornish knight!" cried Hector. "That I +should be overcome by a knight from that land! +I am not fit to wear armor more." And in despite +he put off his armor and left the place on foot, too +full of shame to ride.</p> + +<p>As it turned out, fortune had worked more favorably +for Tristram than he supposed. For King +Anguish was then on his way to Camelot, whither +he had been summoned by King Arthur as his +vassal, for a purpose which he was not told.</p> + +<p>It happened that when he reached Camelot +neither King Arthur nor Lancelot was there to +give judgment on the charge against him, but the +kings of Carados and of Scotland were left as judges. +And when King Anguish demanded why he had +been summoned, Blamor de Ganis, a Knight of +the Round Table, accused him of treason, declaring +that he had treacherously slain a cousin of his at +his court in Ireland.</p> + +<p>This accusation threw King Anguish into great +trouble, for he did not dream that he had been +brought for such a purpose, and knew well that +there was but one answer to make to such a charge. +For the custom in those days was that any man +who was accused of murder or treason should decide +the case by the Wager of Battle, fighting his accuser +to the death, or finding a knight who would take +up his quarrel. And murders of all kinds in +those days were called treason.</p> + +<p>King Anguish was thrown into a sorrowful frame +of mind, for he knew that Blamor de Ganis was a +knight of prowess beyond his own strength, nor had +he a suitable champion in his train. He therefore<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span> +withheld his answer, and the judges gave him three +days for his decision.</p> + +<p>All this was told to Tristram by his squire +Gouvernail, who had heard it from people of the +country.</p> + +<p>"Truly," said Tristram, "no man in England +could bring me better tidings, for the king of Ireland +will be glad of my aid, since no knight of this +country not of Arthur's court will dare fight with +Blamor. As I wish to win the good will of King +Anguish, I will take on myself his battle. So, +Gouvernail, go to the king for me, and tell him +there is a champion ready to assume his cause."</p> + +<p>Gouvernail thereupon went to Camelot, and +greeted King Anguish, who returned his greeting +and asked his errand.</p> + +<p>"There is a knight near at hand who desires to +speak with you," was the reply. "He bade me say +that he was ready to do you knightly service."</p> + +<p>"What knight may he be?" asked the king.</p> + +<p>"Sir, it is Tristram of Lyonesse. For the grace +you showed him in your country he is ready to +repay you here, and to take the field as your +champion."</p> + +<p>"God be praised for this welcome news!" cried +the king. "Come, good fellow, show me the way +to Sir Tristram. Blamor will find he has no boy +to handle."</p> + +<p>He mounted a hackney, and with few followers +rode under Gouvernail's guidance till they came to +Tristram's pavilion. The knight, when he saw his +visitor, ran to him and would have held his stirrup, +but this the king would not permit. He leaped<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span> +lightly from his horse and took Tristram warmly +in his arms.</p> + +<p>"My gracious lord," said Tristram, "I have not +forgot the goodness which you formerly showed +me, and which at that time I promised to requite +by knightly service if it should ever be in my +power."</p> + +<p>"I have great need of you, indeed, gentle sir," +answered the king. "Never before was I in such +deep necessity of knightly aid."</p> + +<p>"How so, my noble lord?" asked Tristram.</p> + +<p>"I shall tell you. I am held answerable for the +death of a knight who was akin to Lancelot, and +for which I must fight his relative, Blamor de Ganis, +or find a knight in my stead. And well you know +the knights of King Ban's blood are hard men to +overcome in battle."</p> + +<p>"That may be," said Tristram, "yet I dread not +to meet them. For the honor which you showed +me in Ireland, and for the sake of your gracious +daughter La Belle Isolde, I will take the battle +on two conditions: first, that you swear that you +are in the right, and had no hand in the knight's +death; second, that if I win in this fight you grant +me the reward I may ask, if you deem it reasonable."</p> + +<p>"Truly, I am innocent, and you shall have whatever +you ask," said the king.</p> + +<p>"Then I accept the combat," said Tristram. +"You may return to Camelot and make answer that +your champion is ready, for I shall die in your +quarrel rather than be recreant. Blamor is said +to be a hardy knight, but I would meet him were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span> +he the best warrior that now bears shield and +spear."</p> + +<p>King Anguish then departed and told the judges +that he had his champion ready, and was prepared +for the wager of battle at any time that pleased +them. In consequence, Blamor and Tristram were +sent for to hear the charge. But when the knights +of the court learned that the champion was he who +had vanquished Marhaus and Palamides, there was +much debate and shaking of the head, and many +who had felt sure of the issue now grew full of +doubt, the more so when they learned the story +of Hector de Maris and his companion.</p> + +<p>But the combatants took their charge in all due +dignity, and then withdrew to make ready for the +battle. Blamor was attended by his brother Sir +Bleoberis, who said to him, feelingly,—</p> + +<p>"Remember, dear brother, of what kin we are, +being cousins to Lancelot du Lake, and that there +has never been a man of our blood but would rather +die than be shamed in battle."</p> + +<p>"Have no doubt of me," answered Blamor. "I +know well this knight's record; but if he should +strike me down through his great might, he shall +slay me before I will yield as recreant."</p> + +<p>"You will find him the strongest knight you +have ever had to do with. I know that well, for +I had once a bout with him at King Mark's court. +So God speed you!"</p> + +<p>"In God and my cause I trust," answered +Blamor.</p> + +<p>Then he took his horse and rode to one end of +the lists, and Tristram to the other, where, putting<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span> +their spears in rest, they spurred their gallant steeds +and rushed together with the speed of lightning. +The result was that Blamor and his horse together +were hurled to the earth, while Tristram kept his +seat. Then Blamor drew his sword and threw his +shield before him, bidding Tristram to alight.</p> + +<p>"Though a horse has failed me," he said, "I +trust that the earth will stand me in good stead."</p> + +<p>Without hesitation Tristram consented, springing +to the ground, sword in hand, and the combatants +broke at once into fierce battle, fighting like madmen, +till all who saw them marvelled at their courage +and strength. Never had knights been seen +to fight more fiercely, for Blamor was so furious +and incessant in his attacks, and Tristram so active +in his defence, that it was a wonder they had breath +to stand. But at last Tristram smote his antagonist +such a blow on the helm that he fell upon his side, +while his victor stood looking grimly down upon +him.</p> + +<p>When Blamor could gain breath to speak, he +said,—</p> + +<p>"Sir Tristram de Lyonesse, I require thee, as +thou art a true knight, to slay me, for I would +not live in shame, though I might be lord of the +earth. You must slay me, indeed, if you would +win the field, for I shall never speak the hateful +word of surrender."</p> + +<p>When Tristram heard this knightly defiance he +knew not what to do. The thought of slaying +one of Lancelot's blood hurt him sorely, but his +duty as a champion required him to force his +antagonist to yield, or else to slay him. In deep<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span> +distress of mind he went to the kingly judges and +kneeled before them, beseeching them for the sake +of King Arthur and Lancelot, and for their own +credit, to take this matter out of his hands.</p> + +<p>"It were a pity and shame that the noble knight +who lies yonder should be slain," he said, "yet he +refuses to yield. As for the king I fight for, I shall +require him, as I am his true knight and champion, +to have mercy on the vanquished."</p> + +<p>"That yield I freely," said King Anguish. +"And I heartily pray the judges to deal with him +mercifully."</p> + +<p>Then the judges called Bleoberis to them and +asked his advice.</p> + +<p>"My lords," he replied, "my brother is beaten, +I acknowledge, yet, though Sir Tristram has vanquished +his body, he has not conquered his heart, +and I thank God he is not shamed by his defeat. +And rather than he should be shamed I require +you to bid Tristram to slay him."</p> + +<p>"That shall not be," replied the judges. "Both +his adversaries, the king and his champion, have +pity on him, and you should have no less."</p> + +<p>"I leave his fate to you," said Bleoberis. "Do +what seems to you well."</p> + +<p>Then, after further consultation, the judges gave +their verdict that the vanquished knight should live, +and by their advice Tristram and Bleoberis took +him up and brought him to King Anguish, who +forgave and made friends with him. Then Blamor +and Tristram kissed each other and the two brothers +took oath that neither of them would ever fight with +their noble antagonist, who took the same oath. +And from the day of that battle there was peace +and love between Tristram and all the kindred of +Lancelot forever.</p> + +<p>The happy close of this contest made great rejoicing +in Arthur's court, King Anguish and his +champion being treated with all the honor that could +be laid upon them, and for many days thereafter +feasting and merry-making prevailed. In the end +the king and his champion sailed for Ireland with +great state and ceremony, while many noble knights +attended to bid them farewell.</p> + +<p>When they reached Ireland, King Anguish spread +far and wide the story of what Tristram had done +for him, and he was everywhere greeted with honor +and delight. Even the queen forgot her anger, and +did all that lay in her power to give her lord's +champion a glad welcome to the court.</p> + +<p>As for La Belle Isolde, she met Tristram with the +greatest joy and gladness. Absence had dimmed +the love in both their hearts, and it no longer +burned as of yore, yet only time and opportunity +were needed to make it as warm as ever.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<h4>THE DRAUGHT OF LOVE.</h4> + + +<p>At length there came a day, after Tristram had +dwelt long at King Anguish's court, that the king +asked him why he had not demanded his boon,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span> +since the royal word had been passed that whatever +he asked should be his without fail.</p> + +<p>"I asked you not," said Tristram, "since it is a +boon that will give me no pleasure, but so much +pain that with every day that passes I grow less +inclined to ask it."</p> + +<p>"Then why ask it at all?"</p> + +<p>"That I must, for I have passed my word of +honor, and the word of a knight is his best possession. +What I am forced to demand, then, is that +you will give me the hand of La Belle Isolde,—not +for myself, and that is what makes my heart so +sore, but for my uncle, King Mark, who desires +to wed her, and for whom I have promised to +demand her."</p> + +<p>"Alas!" cried the king, "that you should ask +me so despiteful a boon. I had rather than all +King Mark's dominions that you should wed her +yourself."</p> + +<p>"I never saw woman whom I would rather wed," +he replied. "But if I should do so I would be the +shame of the world forever, as a false knight, +recreant to his promise. Therefore, I must stand +by my word, and hold you to your boon, that you +will give me La Belle Isolde to go with me to +Cornwall, there to be wedded to King Mark, my +uncle."</p> + +<p>"As for that, I cannot deny you. She shall go +with you, but as to what may happen thereafter, +I leave that for you to decide. If you choose to +wed her yourself, that will give me the greatest +joy. But if you determine to give her to King +Mark, the right rests with you. I have passed +my word, though I wish now that I had not."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span>Then Isolde was told of what had passed, and +bade to make ready to go with Tristram, a lady +named Bragwaine going with her as chief gentlewoman, +while many others were selected as her +attendants. When the preparations were fully +made, the queen, Isolde's mother, gave to Dame +Bragwaine and Gouvernail a golden flask containing +a drink, and charged them that on the day of +Isolde's wedding they should give King Mark that +drink, bidding him to quaff it to the health of La +Belle Isolde, and her to quaff his health in return.</p> + +<p>"It is a love draught," continued the queen, +"and if they shall drink it I undertake to say that +each shall love the other for all the days of their +life."</p> + +<p>Not many days passed before Tristram took to +the sea, with the fair maiden who had been committed +to his charge, and they sailed away on a +mission that had for them both far more of sadness +than of joy, for their love grew as the miles passed.</p> + +<p>One day, as they sat together in the cabin, it +happened that they became thirsty, and by chance +they saw on a shelf near them a little golden flask, +filled with what by the color seemed to be a noble +wine. Tristram took it down and said, with a +laugh,—</p> + +<p>"Madam Isolde, here is the best drink that ever +you drank, a precious draught which Dame Bragwaine, +your maiden, and Gouvernail, my servant, +are keeping for themselves. Let us drink from +their private store."</p> + +<p>Then with laughter and merriment they drank +freely from the flask, and both thought that they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span> +had never tasted draught so sweet and delicious +in their lives before. But when the magic wine +got into their blood, they looked upon each other +with new eyes, for their hearts were suddenly +filled with such passionate love as they had not +dreamed that heart could feel. Tristram thought +that never had mortal eyes gazed upon a maiden +of such heavenly charms, and Isolde that there +was never man born so grand and graceful as the +knight of her love.</p> + +<p>Then all at once she fell into bitter weeping as +the thought of her destiny came upon her, and +Tristram took her in his arms and kissed her sweet +lips again and again, speaking words of love that +brought some comfort to her love-sick heart. And +thus it was between them day by day to the end of +their voyage, for a love had grown between them +of such fervent depth that it could never leave +them while blood flowed in their veins.</p> + +<p>Such magic power had the draught which the +queen had prepared for King Mark, and which +the unthinking lovers drank in fate's strange error. +It was the bitter-sweet of love; for it was destined +to bring them the deepest joy and sorrow in the +years to come.</p> + +<p>Many days passed before the lovers reached Cornwall, +and strange adventures met them by the way, +of which we have but little space to speak. For +chance brought them to land near a castle named +Pleure, or the weeping castle. It was the custom +of the lord of that castle, when any knight passed +by with a lady, to take them prisoners. Then, when +the knight's lady was compared with the lady of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span> +castle, whichever was the least lovely of the two +was put to death, and the knight was made to fight +with the lord of the castle for the other, and was +put to death if vanquished. Through this cruel +custom many a noble knight and fair lady had been +slain, for the castle lord was of great prowess and +his lady of striking beauty.</p> + +<p>It chanced that Tristram and Isolde demanded +shelter at this castle, and that they were made +prisoners under its cruel custom. At this outrage +Tristram grew bitterly indignant, and demanded +passionately what it meant, as honor demanded that +those who sought harbor should be received hospitably +as guests, and not despitefully as prisoners. +In answer he was told the custom of the castle, and +that he must fight for his lady and his liberty.</p> + +<p>"It is a foul and shameful custom," he replied. +"I do not fear that your lord's lady will surpass +mine in beauty, nor that I cannot hold my own +in the field, but I like to have a voice in my own +doings. Tell him, however, if he is so hot for +battle, that I shall be ready for the test to-morrow +morning, and may heaven be on the side of truth +and justice."</p> + +<p>When morning came the test of beauty was made, +and the loveliness of Isolde shone so far beyond that +of the castle lady that Breunor, the lord, was forced +to admit it. And now Tristram grew stern and +pitiless, for he said that this lady had consented +to the death of many innocent rivals, and richly +deserved death as a punishment for the ruthless +deeds done in her behalf, and to gratify her cruel +vanity. Thereupon her head was struck off without +mercy.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span>Full of anger at this, Breunor attacked Tristram +with all his strength and fury, and a long and fiery +combat took place, yet in the end he fell dead +beneath the sword of the knight of Cornwall.</p> + +<p>But, as it happened, the castle lord had a valiant +son, named Sir Galahad the high prince, a knight +who in after years was to do deeds of great emprise. +Word was brought to him of the death of his father +and mother, and he rode in all haste to the castle, +having with him that renowned warrior known as +the king with the hundred knights.</p> + +<p>Reaching the castle, Galahad fiercely challenged +Tristram to battle, and a mighty combat ensued. +But at the last Galahad was forced to give way +before the deadly strokes of his antagonist, whose +strength seemed to grow with his labor.</p> + +<p>When the king with the hundred knights saw +this, he rushed upon Tristram with many of his +followers, attacking him in such force as no single +knight could hope to endure.</p> + +<p>"This is no knightly deed," cried Tristram to +Galahad. "I deemed you a noble knight, but it +is a shameful act to let all your men set on me at +once."</p> + +<p>"However that be," said Galahad, "you have +done me a great wrong, and must yield or die."</p> + +<p>"Then I must yield, since you treat me so +unfairly. I accepted your challenge, not that of all +your followers. To yield thus puts me to no dishonor."</p> + +<p>And he took his sword by the point and put the +pommel in the hand of his opponent. But despite +this action the king and his knights came on, and +made a second attack on the unarmed warrior.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span>"Let him be," cried Sir Galahad. "I have given +him his life, and no man shall harm him."</p> + +<p>"Shame is it in you to say so!" cried the king. +"Has he not slain your father and mother?"</p> + +<p>"For that I cannot blame him greatly. My +father held him in prison, and forced him to fight +to the death. The custom was a wicked and cruel +one, and could have but one end. Long ago, it +drove me from my father's castle, for I could not +favor it by any presence."</p> + +<p>"It was a sinful custom, truly," said the king.</p> + +<p>"So I deem it, and it would be a pity that this +brave knight should die in such a cause, for I know +no one save Lancelot du Lake who is his equal. +Now, fair knight, will you tell me your name?"</p> + +<p>"My name is Tristram of Lyonesse, and I am +on my way to the court of King Mark of Cornwall, +taking to him La Belle Isolde, the daughter of +King Anguish of Ireland, whom he desires to wed."</p> + +<p>"Then you are welcome to these marches, and +all that I demand of you is that you promise to go +to Lancelot du Lake, and become his fellow. I shall +promise that no such custom shall ever be used in +this castle again."</p> + +<p>"You will do well," said Tristram. "I would +have you know that when I began to fight with +you I fancied you were Lancelot. And I promise, +as soon as I may, to seek him, for of all the knights +in the world I most desire his fellowship."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 386px;"> +<a name="Tristram_Pg_273" id="Tristram_Pg_273"></a><img src="images/p273.jpg" width="386" height="500" alt="TRISTRAM AND THE FAIR ISOLDE." title="TRISTRAM AND THE FAIR ISOLDE." /> +<span class="caption">TRISTRAM AND THE FAIR ISOLDE.</span> +</div> + +<p>Soon afterwards Tristram and his fair companion +resumed their journey, and in due time reached +Cornwall. But as they came near Tintagil their +hearts were ready to break, for that magic draught<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span> +was still in their veins, and they loved each other +with a love that was past all telling.</p> + +<p>Thoughts came into Tristram's heart to marry the +maiden in despite of custom and his plighted word, +and gladly would she have consented thereto. But +strong as was his love, his honor was stronger, and +Isolde, deeply as she grieved, could not ask him to +break his word. And thus for many long miles +they journeyed onward side by side in silence, their +eyes alone speaking, but they telling a story of love +and grief to which they dared not give words, lest +their hearts' desire should burst all boundaries +of faith and honor, and men's condemnation come +to them both.</p> + +<p>So they came with drooping hearts to the court +of King Mark, where the king and his barons +received them with state and ceremony. Quickly +thereafter the wedding took place, for the king +looked with eyes of warm approval upon the beautiful +maiden, and prepared richly and nobly for the +ceremony, at which many noble knights and lords +were present, but from which Tristram withdrew +in the deepest anguish, as he could not endure the +sight. And so his knightly word was kept, though +to keep it almost broke his heart.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2> + +<h4>THE PERILS OF TRUE LOVE.</h4> + + +<p>The marriage of King Mark with La Belle Isolde +was celebrated with rich feasts and royal tournaments, +and for many days pleasure ruled supreme +at Tintagil Castle, whither noble guests came and +went. Among those who came was Palamides the +Saracen, drawn thither by his love of Isolde, which +his overthrow by Tristram had not banished from +his heart.</p> + +<p>Strange events soon followed. Two ladies of +Isolde's train, who envied and hated Dame Bragwaine, +laid a plot for her destruction. She was +sent into the forest to obtain herbs, and there was +met by men sent by her enemies, who bound her +hand and foot to a tree, where she remained for +three days. By good fortune, at the end of that +time, she was found by Palamides, who saved her +from death, and took her to a nunnery that she +might recover from her pain and exhaustion.</p> + +<p>The disappearance of Dame Bragwaine troubled +the queen greatly, for she loved her most of all +women, and as the days went by and she returned +not, the grief of Isolde grew deep. She wandered +into the forest, which had been searched in vain for +the lost lady, and, plunged in sad thought, seated +herself by a woodland spring, where she moaned +bitterly for her favorite.</p> + +<p>As she sat there Palamides appeared, and, after +listening awhile to her sad complaining, said,—</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span>"Queen Isolde, I know well the cause of your +grief, and if you will grant the boon I shall ask, +I promise to bring you Dame Bragwaine, safe and +sound."</p> + +<p>The queen was so glad to hear this, that without +thought she agreed to grant his wish, thinking more +of the lost lady than of what he might demand.</p> + +<p>"I trust to your promise," said Palamides. "Remain +here half an hour and you shall see her."</p> + +<p>"I shall remain," said the queen.</p> + +<p>Palamides then rode away, and within the time +mentioned returned with the maiden, whom Isolde +clasped to her heart with happy tears.</p> + +<p>"Now, madam, I have kept my word," said +Palamides; "you must keep yours."</p> + +<p>"I promised you hastily," answered the queen; +"and I warn you now that I will grant you nothing +evil; so beware of your asking."</p> + +<p>"My boon will keep till I meet you before the +king," said Palamides. "What it is I shall not +tell you now."</p> + +<p>Then the queen rode home with her maiden, and +Palamides followed close after, entering the court +while Isolde was telling the king of what had +happened.</p> + +<p>"Sir king," said the knight, "your lady has told +you of the boon she proffered me. The honor of +knighthood requires that you shall make her word +good."</p> + +<p>"Why made you this promise, my lady?" asked +the king.</p> + +<p>"I did so for grief at the loss of Dame Bragwaine, +and for joy to recover her."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span>"Then what you have hastily proffered you must +truly perform. The word of king and queen is not +to be lightly spoken or lightly broken."</p> + +<p>"What I demand is this," said Palamides, "that +you deliver to me your queen, to lead her where +I wish and govern her as I will."</p> + +<p>At this bold request the king frowned deeply, +and anger leaped to his lips. But his word had +been passed, and the thought came to him that he +could trust to Tristram quickly to rescue the queen, +and punish this bold adventurer.</p> + +<p>"Take her if you will," he cried. "But I tell +you this, you will not keep her long, and that you +are asking a dangerous gift."</p> + +<p>"As for that, I shall dare the risk."</p> + +<p>Then he took Isolde by the hand, and led her +from the court, and from the presence of the king +and his barons, not one of whom moved, though +the queen looked round with suppliant eyes. Leading +her to his war-horse, he set her behind him on +the saddle, and rode proudly away.</p> + +<p>No sooner had they gone than the king sent for +Tristram, but by despite he was nowhere to be +found, for he was in the forest hunting, as was +always his custom when not engaged in feats of +arms.</p> + +<p>"What shall be done?" cried the king. "Can +no one find Tristram? My honor will be shamed +if the Saracen be not met and overcome."</p> + +<p>"I shall follow him, and seek to rescue the +queen," said a knight named Lambegus, one of +Tristram's followers.</p> + +<p>"I thank you, Sir Lambegus. If I live, I will +remember the service."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span>So Lambegus got to horse and followed Palamides +hotly, but to his own sorrow, as it proved, +for he was no match for the Saracen, who soon +laid him upon the earth wounded nearly to death.</p> + +<p>But while the battle went on, Isolde, who had +been set upon the earth pending the combat, ran +into the forest, and continued to fly till she came +to a deep spring, where in her grief she sought +to drown herself. But good fortune brought thither +a knight named Sir Adtherp, who had a castle +near by. Seeing the despair of the queen, he led +her to his castle, and then, learning her story, took +upon himself her battle, and rode forth to meet the +Saracen.</p> + +<p>But he, too, fared badly, for Palamides wounded +him severely, and made him tell what he had done +with the queen, and where his castle might be found.</p> + +<p>Palamides, leaving him bleeding on the ground, +rode in all haste to the castle. But as he +approached, Isolde saw him from a window, and +gave orders that the gate should be shut and the +drawbridge raised. When Palamides came up and +saw that the castle was closed against him, and +entrance denied, he took the saddle and bridle +from his horse and put him to pasture, while he +seated himself before the gate like a man who cared +not what became of him.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, Tristram had returned from the hunt, +and when he learned what had happened, he was +half beside himself with anger.</p> + +<p>"Lambegus is no match for the Saracen," he +said. "Would I had been here in his stead. The +unchristianed villain shall answer for this outrage +if he can be found."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span>Then he armed himself in all haste, and rode +into the forest. Not far had he gone when he found +Lambegus, sorely wounded, and had him borne to +a place of shelter. Somewhat farther on he found +Adtherp, also hurt and bleeding, and from him +he learned what had taken place.</p> + +<p>"Where is my lady now?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Safe in my castle," said the knight. "And +there she can hold herself secure against the +Saracen."</p> + +<p>"Then I owe you much," said Tristram. "Trust +me to see that some of your men be sent to your +aid."</p> + +<p>He continued his journey till he came to the +castle, and here he saw Palamides sitting by the +gate fast asleep, with his horse grazing beside him.</p> + +<p>"The misbegotten rogue takes life easy," said +Tristram. "Go rouse him, Gouvernail. Bid him +make ready to answer for his outrage."</p> + +<p>But he was in such deep slumber that Gouvernail +called to him in vain. He returned and told Tristram +that the knight was either asleep or mad.</p> + +<p>"Go again and tell him that I, his mortal foe, +am here."</p> + +<p>Gouvernail now prodded him with the butt of +his spear, and cried,—</p> + +<p>"Arise, Sir Palamides, and make ready, for +yonder is Sir Tristram, and he sends you word that +he is your mortal foe."</p> + +<p>Then Palamides rose without a word of answer, +and saddled and bridled his horse, upon which he +sprang, putting his spear in rest. But he remained +not long in his saddle, for when they met in mid<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span> +career, Tristram smote him so hard a blow as to +thrust him over his horse's tail to the ground.</p> + +<p>Then they drew their swords and fought with all +their strength, for the lady whom they both loved +looked upon them from the walls, and well-nigh +swooned for grief and distress on seeing how sorely +each was hurt.</p> + +<p>"Alas!" she cried, "one of them I love, and the +other loves me. It would be a great pity to see Sir +Palamides slain, much as he has troubled me, and +slain he will be if this fight goes on."</p> + +<p>Then, moved by her tender heart, she went down +and besought Tristram to fight no more.</p> + +<p>"What mean you?" he asked. "Would you +have me shamed?"</p> + +<p>"I desire not your dishonor; but for my sake I +would have you spare this unhappy knight, whose +love for me has made him mad."</p> + +<p>"As you wish," he replied. "The fight shall +end, since you desire it."</p> + +<p>"As for you, Sir Palamides," she said, "I command +that you shall go out of this country while +I am in it."</p> + +<p>"If it must be, it must," he answered, in bitter +anguish; "but it is sorely against my will, for not +to see you is not to live."</p> + +<p>"Take your way to the court of King Arthur," +she said, "and there recommend me to Queen Guenever. +Tell her that Isolde says that in all the +land there are but four lovers, and that these are +Lancelot du Lake and Queen Guenever, and Tristram +de Lyonesse and Queen Isolde."</p> + +<p>This message filled Palamides with the greatest<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span> +heaviness of heart, and mounting his steed he rode +away moaning bitterly. But Isolde was full of +gladness in being well rid of her troublesome lover, +and Tristram in having rescued her from his rival. +So he brought her back to King Mark, and there was +great joy over her home-coming, while the king and +all the court showered honors on the successful +champion. Sir Lambegus was brought back to the +court and put under the care of skilful leeches, and +for a long time joy and good-will reigned.</p> + +<p>But Tristram had in King Mark's court a bitter +foe, who sought to work him injury, though he was +his near cousin. This traitor, Sir Andred by name, +knew well of the love between Tristram and Isolde, +and that they had secret meetings and tender conversations, +so he lay in wait to spy upon them and +slander them before the court.</p> + +<p>A day came at length when Andred observed Tristram +in secret parley with Isolde at a window, and +he hastened to the king and poisoned his mind with +a false report of what he had seen. King Mark, on +hearing this, burst into a fury of passion, and seizing +a sword, ran to where Tristram stood. Here +he violently berated him as a traitor, and struck +at him a furious blow.</p> + +<p>But Tristram took the sword-point under his arm, +and ran in on the king, wresting the weapon from +his hand.</p> + +<p>"Where are my knights and men?" cried the +enraged king. "I charge you to kill this traitor!"</p> + +<p>But of those present not a man would move. +When Tristram saw this, he shook the sword threateningly +against the king, and took a step forward as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span> +if he would have slain him. At this movement +King Mark fled, while Tristram followed, and +struck him so strong a blow with the flat of the +sword on his neck that he was flung prostrate on +his nose. Then Tristram hastened to his room and +armed himself, after which he took his horse and his +squire and rode into the forest.</p> + +<p>Here the valorous champion killed some of the +knights whom the king had sent against him and +put to flight thirty more, so that King Mark in fear +and fury called a council of his lords, and asked +what was to be done with his rebellious subject.</p> + +<p>"Our counsel is," said the barons, "that you +send for Sir Tristram and make friends with him, +for you well know that if you push him hard many +of your men will join him. He is peerless and +matchless among Christian knights except Sir Lancelot, +and if you drive him to seek King Arthur's +court he will find such friends there that he may +defy your power. Therefore we counsel you to beg +him to return to the court, under assurance of +safety."</p> + +<p>"You may send for him, then," said the king, +though his heart burned with secret fury. The +barons now sent for Tristram under a safe-conduct, +and he returned to the court, where he was welcomed +by the king, and all that had passed seemed +to be forgotten.</p> + +<p>Shortly after this the king and queen went hunting, +accompanied by Tristram and many knights +and gentlemen of the court. Entering the forest, +they set up their pavilions and tents beside a river, +where they hunted and jousted daily, for King<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span> +Mark had with him thirty knights who stood ready +to meet all comers.</p> + +<p>Fortune brought thither two knights-errant, one +being Lamorak de Galis, who of all knights was +counted next to Lancelot and Tristram. The other +was Sir Driant, both being Knights of the Round +Table.</p> + +<p>Driant jousted first with the Cornish knights, +and, after unhorsing some of them, got a stunning +fall. Then Lamorak offered to meet them, and +of the thirty knights not one kept his seat before +him, while some were sorely hurt.</p> + +<p>"What knight is this who fights so well?" asked +the king.</p> + +<p>"Sir," said Tristram, "it is Lamorak de Galis, +one of the best knights who ever put spear in rest."</p> + +<p>"Then, Sir Tristram, you must meet him. It +were a shame to us all to let him go away victor."</p> + +<p>"It were a greater shame to overthrow a noble +knight when he and his horse are worn out with +over-labor."</p> + +<p>"He shall not leave here and boast of how he +vanquished King Mark's knights. I charge you, +as you love me and my lady La Belle Isolde, to +take your arms and joust with this Lamorak."</p> + +<p>"You charge me to do what is against knighthood, +for it is no honor for a fresh man and horse +to master spent and weary ones. Since you command +it I must do it, but it is sorely against my +will."</p> + +<p>Then he armed himself and took his horse, and +in the joust easily overthrew Lamorak and his +weary steed. The knight lightly sprang from the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span> +falling charger and drew his sword, boldly challenging +Tristram to meet him on foot. But this Tristram +would by no means do, though Lamorak hotly +renewed the challenge.</p> + +<p>"You are great of heart, Sir Lamorak," said +Tristram, "but no knight nor horse was ever made +that could forever endure. Therefore I will not +meet you, and I am sorry for having jousted with +you."</p> + +<p>"You have done me an evil turn," said Lamorak, +angrily, "for which I shall repay you when +an opportunity comes."</p> + +<p>Lamorak soon got his revenge. For as he rode +with Sir Driant towards Camelot he met by the +way a boy who had been sent by Morgan le Fay +to King Arthur. For the false enchantress still +held to her hatred against her noble brother, and +by all means sought his harm. So by magic +art she had made a drinking-horn of such strange +virtue that if any lady drank of it who had been +false to her husband all the wine would be spilled, +but if she had been true to him, she might drink +in peace and safety.</p> + +<p>This horn she sent to Arthur's court, hoping that +Guenever might drink thereof and be dishonored, +for her love for Lancelot was known to all but the +king.</p> + +<p>Lamorak, learning from the boy his errand, bade +him bear the horn to King Mark's court, and tell +the king that it was sent to prove the falseness of +his lady, who loved Sir Tristram more than she +did her wedded lord.</p> + +<p>Soon afterwards, therefore, the boy appeared<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span> +at Tintagil Castle, and presented King Mark the +magic horn, telling him of its virtues, and all that +Sir Lamorak had bidden him say.</p> + +<p>"By my royal faith we shall try it, then!" said +the king. "Not only my queen, but all the ladies +of the court, shall drink of it, and we shall learn +who among them has other lovers than their liege +lords."</p> + +<p>Much to their unwillingness, Queen Isolde and +a hundred ladies of the court were made to drink +from the magic horn, and of them all only four +drank without spilling the wine.</p> + +<p>"Now, by my knightly honor, all these false +dames shall be burnt!" cried the king. "My court +shall be purged of this vile stain."</p> + +<p>"That shall they not," cried the barons. "We +shall never consent that the queen and all these +ladies shall be destroyed for a horn wrought by +sorcery, and sent here to make mischief by as foul +a sorceress and witch as the earth holds. She has +always been an enemy to all true lovers and sought +to do them harm, and if we meet with Morgan le +Fay she will get but scant courtesy at our hands. +We would much rather believe the horn false than +all our ladies untrue."</p> + +<p>But Tristram's anger was turned towards Lamorak +for this affront, for he knew well what had +been his purpose. And he vowed in his heart that +he would yet repay him for this treacherous act.</p> + +<p>His affection for Queen Isolde kept as warm as +though the love-draught still flowed in his veins, +and he sought her at every opportunity, for the +two greatest joys that life held for him were to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span> +tell her of his love and hear from her lips that +her love for him had never dimmed.</p> + +<p>But his treacherous cousin Andred watched his +every movement, and kept the king advised that +Tristram continued his secret interviews with the +queen. So an ambush of twelve knights was set, +and one day, when Tristram had just paid a stolen +visit to the queen, and sat in loving converse by +her side, these ambushed knights broke suddenly +upon him, took him prisoner, and bound him hand +and foot.</p> + +<p>Then, by order of the king, he was borne to a +chapel that stood on a rocky height above the +sea, where Andred and some others of the barons +who were his enemies came together to pass judgment +upon him.</p> + +<p>Tristram in all his life had never stood in such +peril, for his hands were bound fast to two knights, +and forty others surrounded him, every one a foe. +Care had been taken to get rid of his friends among +the barons by sending them away from the court on +various pretexts. Like a lion surrounded by jackals +he chafed in his bonds, while his great heart swelled +as if it would break. No escape seemed possible, +but with a reproachful voice he said,—</p> + +<p>"Fair lords, I have in my time done something +for Cornwall, and taken upon myself great peril +for your benefit. Who among you all was ready +to meet Sir Marhaus, or to cope with Palamides? +Is this shameful death my reward for my services +to your country? You know well that I never met +a knight but that I was his match or his better."</p> + +<p>"Boast not, false traitor," cried Andred. "For +all thy vaunting, thou shalt die this day."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span>"O Andred, Andred, that you my kinsman should +treat me thus!" said Tristram sorrowfully. "You +can be bold when I am bound, but if there were none +here but you and me, you would crouch like a cur +at my feet."</p> + +<p>"Would I so?" cried Andred, angrily. "You +shall see what I would do."</p> + +<p>And as he spoke he drew his sword, and advanced +upon his cousin with intent to slay him on the +spot. But Tristram, when he saw him coming with +murderous looks, suddenly drew inwards with all +his strength the two knights to whom he was bound, +and with a mighty wrench broke the strong cords +asunder. Then with the leap of a tiger he sprang +upon his treacherous cousin, wrested the sword from +his hand, and smote him a blow that hurled him +insensible to the earth. This done, he rushed with +the fury of a madman on his enemies, striking +mighty blows to right and left, till in a few minutes +ten of them lay dead and wounded on the earth.</p> + +<p>But seeing that they were pressing on him in too +great force, he retreated into the chapel, in whose +door-way he stood, sword in hand, holding it against +all their assaults.</p> + +<p>Soon, however, the cry went forth that the prisoner +had escaped, and had felled Andred and killed +many of the barons, and others of his foes hastened +up, till more than a hundred beleaguered him in the +chapel.</p> + +<p>Tristram now looked despairingly on his unarmed +form, and saw that many of his assailants wore +armor of proof. Death was sure unless he could +find some means of escape. He knew that the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span> +chapel stood on the brow of the cliff, and here +seemed his only hope of safety, though it was a +perilous one. Quickly retreating, he shut and +barred the door, and then with hand and sword +wrenched and tore the iron bars from a window +over the cliff, out of which he desperately leaped.</p> + +<p>The descent was a deep one, but he fortunately +reached the sea below without striking any of the +rocks in his descent. Here he drew himself into +a crevice at the foot of the cliff.</p> + +<p>Those above rushed to the rocky edge and looked +down into the boiling waters far below, but they +saw nothing of the daring knight, and after a long +and vain effort to see him, went away to report to +the king that his enemy was drowned.</p> + +<p>But while King Mark and Tristram's enemies +were congratulating one another upon this, there +came to the top of the cliff, Gouvernail, Lambegus, +and others of Tristram's men, who, looking down, +saw him creeping up from the water to a safer +place of shelter among the rocks. Hailing him, +they bade him to be of good heart, and, letting down +a rope which they quickly procured, they managed +to draw him up to the summit, where they congratulated +him warmly on his escape. Without +delay, however, he left that spot, for fear of his foes +returning, and sought a place of shelter in the +forest.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<a name="Cliffs_Pg_288" id="Cliffs_Pg_288"></a><img src="images/p288.jpg" width="500" height="294" alt="THE CLIFFS ABOVE THE SEA." title="THE CLIFFS ABOVE THE SEA." /> +<span class="caption">THE CLIFFS ABOVE THE SEA.</span> +</div> + +<p>Here he abode for some time, but the news of +his escape got abroad, to the discomfiture of his +foes. And on a day when he had fallen asleep, a +man to whom he had done some injury crept up +and shot him in the shoulder with an arrow. Tristram +sprang up and killed the man, but the wound +pained him day by day. And on news of it being +brought to La Belle Isolde she sent him word by +Dame Bragwaine that the arrow had been poisoned, +and with a venom that no leech in England could +cure. "My lady, La Belle Isolde, bids you haste +into Brittany to King Howell," said Dame Bragwaine, +"for she knows no one who can help you but +his daughter, Isolde la Blanche Mains."</p> + +<p>Hearing this, the wounded knight sent a sad farewell +to his lady love, and took ship with Gouvernail +his squire, and sailed to Brittany, where he was +warmly welcomed by King Howell.</p> + +<p>And when Isolde of the white hands heard of +the errand of the knight, she applied to his wound +healing herbs of such virtue that in a little while he +was whole again.</p> + +<p>Afterwards Tristram dwelt long in Brittany, and +helped King Howell much in his wars.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2> + +<h4>THE MADNESS OF SIR TRISTRAM.</h4> + + +<p>Of the visit of Sir Tristram to Brittany, and +the healing of his wound, with the great deeds he +did there, and how he overthrew the giant knight +Nabon le Noire, we shall not further speak. Letters +at length came to him from La Belle Isolde, in +which she spoke pitifully of tales that had been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span> +brought her, saying that he had been false to her, +and had married Isolde the White Handed, daughter +of King Howell of Brittany.</p> + +<p>On receiving these letters, Tristram set out in +all haste for Cornwall, bringing with him Kehydius, +King Howell's son. On his way there he had many +adventures, and rescued King Arthur from an enchantress, +who had brought him near to death in the +forest perilous. When at length he came to Cornwall +he sought the castle of Dinas the seneschal, +his warmest friend, and sent him to tell Queen +Isolde that he had secretly returned.</p> + +<p>At this longed-for news the queen swooned from +pure joy. When she recovered and was able to +speak, she said, in pitiful accents,—</p> + +<p>"Gentle seneschal, I pray you bring him where +I may speak with him, or my heart will break."</p> + +<p>"Trust me for that," answered Dinas.</p> + +<p>Then he and Dame Bragwaine brought Tristram +and Kehydius privately to the court, and to a chamber +which Isolde had assigned for them. But to +tell the joy of the meeting between Tristram and +La Belle Isolde we shall not endeavor, for no tongue +could tell it, nor heart think it, nor pen write it.</p> + +<p>Yet misfortune still pursued these true lovers, +and this time it came from friends instead of foes, +for the presence of Kehydius in the castle led to +the most doleful and melancholy misfortune which +the world ever knew. For, as the chronicles make +mention, no sooner had Kehydius seen La Belle +Isolde, than he became so enamoured of her that +his heart might never more be free. And at last, +as we are told, he died from pure love of this beautiful<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span> +queen, but with that we are not here concerned. +But privately he wrote her letters which were full +of moving tales of his love, and composed love +poems to her which no minstrel of those days might +surpass.</p> + +<p>All these he managed to put into the queen's +hands privately, and at length, when she saw how +deeply he was enamoured, she was moved by such +pity for his hopeless love that, out of the pure +kindness of her heart, she unwisely wrote him a +letter, seeking to comfort him in his distress.</p> + +<p>Sad was it that pity should bring such sorrow +and pain to two loving hearts as came from that +fatal letter. For on a day when King Mark sat +playing chess at a chamber window, it chanced +that La Belle Isolde and Kehydius were in the +chamber above, where they awaited the coming of +Tristram from the turret-room in which he was +secretly accommodated. But as ill luck would +have it, there fell into Tristram's hands the last +letter which Kehydius had written to the queen, and +her answer, which was so worded that it seemed as +if she returned his love.</p> + +<p>These the young lover had carelessly left in Tristram's +chamber, where he found them and thoughtlessly +began reading them. But not far had he read +when his heart sank deep in woe, and then leaped +high in anger. He hurried in all haste to the +chamber where Isolde and Kehydius were, the letters +in his hand.</p> + +<p>"Isolde," he cried, pitifully, "what mean these +letters,—this which Kehydius has written you, and +this, your answer, with its vile tale of love? Alas!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span> +is this my repayment for the love I have lavished +on you, that you thus treacherously desert me for +the viper that I have brought hither?—As for you, +Kehydius, you have foully repaid my trust in you +and all my services. But bear you well in mind +that I shall be amply revenged for your falsehood +and treason."</p> + +<p>Then he drew his sword with such a fierce and +threatening countenance that Isolde swooned out +of pure fear; and Kehydius, when he saw him +advancing with murder in his face, saw but one +chance for life, and leaped out of a bay window +immediately over that where King Mark sat playing +at chess.</p> + +<p>When the king saw the body of a man hurtling +down over his head, so close that he almost touched +him as he sat at the window, he sprang up in +alarm and cried,—</p> + +<p>"What the foul fiend is this? Who are you, +fellow? and where in the wide world have you +come from?"</p> + +<p>Kehydius, who had fallen on his feet, answered +the king with ready wit.</p> + +<p>"My lord, the king," he said, "blame me not, +for I fell in my sleep. I was seated in the window +above you, and slumbered there, and you see what +has come of it."</p> + +<p>"The next time you are sleepy, good fellow, +hunt a safer couch," laughed the king, and turned +again to his chess.</p> + +<p>But Tristram was sure that his presence in the +castle would now be known to the king, and hastened +to arm himself with such armor as he could<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span> +find, in dread of an assault in force. But as no one +came against him, he sent Gouvernail for his horse +and spear, and rode in knightly guise openly from +the gates of Tintagil.</p> + +<p>At the gate it chanced that he met with Gingalin, +the son of Gawaine, who had just arrived; and the +young knight, being full of ardor, and having a +fancy to tilt with a Cornish warrior, put his spear +in rest and rode against Tristram, breaking his +spear on him.</p> + +<p>Tristram had yet no spear, but he drew his sword +and put all his grief and anger into the blow he +gave the bold young knight. So hard he struck +that Gingalin was flung from his saddle, and the +sword, slipping down, cut through the horse's neck, +leaving the knight with a headless charger.</p> + +<p>Then Tristram rode on until he disappeared in +the forest. All this was seen by King Mark, who +sent a squire to the hurt knight and asked him +who he was. When he knew it was Sir Gingalin, +he welcomed him, and proffered him another horse, +asking what knight it was he had encountered.</p> + +<p>"That I know not," said Gingalin, "but he has +a mighty wrist, whoever he is. And he sighed and +moaned as if some great disaster had happened +him. I shall beware of weeping knights hereafter, +if they all strike like this."</p> + +<p>As Tristram rode on he met Sir Fergus, one of +his own knights, but by this time his grief and pain +of heart had grown so bitter that he fell from his +horse in a swoon, and lay thus for three days and +nights.</p> + +<p>When at length he came to himself, he sent<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span> +Fergus, who had remained with him, to the court, to +bring him what tidings he might learn. As Fergus +rode forward he met a damsel whom Palamides +had sent to inquire about Sir Tristram. Fergus +told her how he had met him, and that he was +almost out of his mind.</p> + +<p>"Where shall I find him?" asked the damsel.</p> + +<p>"In such a place," explained Fergus, and rode +on to the court, where he learned that Queen Isolde +was sick in bed, moaning pitifully, though no one +knew the source of her pain.</p> + +<p>The damsel meanwhile sought Tristram, whom +she found in such grief as she had never before +seen, and the more she tried to console him the +more he moaned and bewailed. At the last he took +his horse and rode deeply into the forest, as if he +would be away from all human company.</p> + +<p>The damsel now sought him diligently, but it +was three days before she could find him, in a +miserable woodland hut. Here she brought him +meat and drink, but he would eat nothing, and +seemed as if he wished to starve himself.</p> + +<p>A few days afterwards he fled from her again, +and on this occasion it chanced that he rode by +the castle before which he and Palamides had +fought for La Belle Isolde. Here the damsel found +him again, moaning dismally, and quite beside +himself with grief. In despair what to do, she +went to the lady of the castle and told her of the +misfortune of the knight.</p> + +<p>"It grieves me to learn this," said the lady. +"Where is he?"</p> + +<p>"Here, near by your castle."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span>"I am glad he is so near. He shall have meat +and drink of the best, and a harp which I have of +his, and on which he taught me to play. For in +harping he has no peer in the world."</p> + +<p>So they took him meat and drink, but had much +ado to get him to eat. And during the night his +madness so increased that he drove his horse from +him, and unlaced his armor and threw it wildly +away. For days afterwards he roamed like a wild +man about the wilderness; now in a mad frenzy +breaking boughs from the trees, and even tearing +young trees up by the roots, and now for hours playing +on the harp which the lady had given him, while +tears flowed in rivulets from his eyes.</p> + +<p>Sometimes, again, when the lady knew not where +he was, she would sit down in the wood and play +upon the harp, which he had left hanging on a +bough. Then Tristram would come like a tamed +fawn and listen to her, hiding in the bushes; and +in the end would come out and take the harp from +her hand and play on it himself, in mournful strains +that brought the tears to her eyes.</p> + +<p>Thus for a quarter of a year the demented lover +roamed the forest near the castle. But at length +he wandered deeper into the wilderness, and the +lady knew not whither he had gone. Finally, his +clothes torn into tatters by the thorns, and he fallen +away till he was lean as a hound, he fell into the +fellowship of herdsmen and shepherds, who gave +him daily a share of their food, and made him do +servile tasks. And when he did any deed not to +their liking they would beat him with rods. In +the end, as they looked upon him as witless, they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span> +clipped his hair and beard, and made him look like +a fool.</p> + +<p>To such a vile extremity had love, jealousy, and +despair brought the brave knight Tristram de +Lyonesse, that from being the fellow of lords and +nobles he became the butt of churls and cowherds. +About this time it happened that Dagonet, the fool +and merry-maker of King Arthur, rode into Cornwall +with two squires, and chance brought them +to a well in the forest which was much haunted +by the demented knight. The weather was hot, and +they alighted and stooped to drink at the well, +while their horses ran loose. As they bent over the +well in their thirst, Tristram suddenly appeared, +and, moved by a mad freak, he seized Dagonet and +soused him headforemost in the well, and the two +squires after him. The dripping victims crawled +miserably from the water, amid the mocking +laughter of the shepherds, while Tristram ran after +the stray horses. These being brought, he forced +the fool and the squires to mount, soaked as they +were, and ride away.</p> + +<p>But after Tristram had departed, Dagonet and +the squires returned, and accusing the shepherds +of having set that madman on to assail them, they +rode upon the keepers of beasts and beat them +shrewdly. Tristram, as it chanced, was not so +far off but that he saw this ill-treatment of those +who had fed him, and he ran back, pulled Dagonet +from the saddle, and gave him a stunning fall to +the earth. Then he wrested the sword from his +hand and with it smote off the head of one of the +squires, while the other fled in terror. Tristram<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span> +followed him, brandishing the sword wildly, and +leaping like a madman as he rushed into the forest.</p> + +<p>When Dagonet had recovered from his swoon, he +rode to King Mark's court, and there told what had +happened to him in the wildwood.</p> + +<p>"Let all beware," he said, "how they come near +that forest well. For it is haunted by a naked +madman, and that fool soused me, King Arthur's +fool, and had nearly slain me."</p> + +<p>"That must be Sir Matto le Breune," said King +Mark, "who lost his wit because Sir Gaheris robbed +him of his lady."</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, Kehydius had been ordered out of +Cornwall by Queen Isolde, who blamed him for +all that had happened, and with a dolorous heart +he obeyed. By chance he met Palamides, to whom +the damsel had reported the sad condition of the +insane knight, and for days they sought him together, +but in vain.</p> + +<p>But at Tintagil a foul scheme was laid by Andred, +Tristram's cousin and foe, to gain possession of his +estates. This villain got a lady to declare that she +had nursed Tristram in a fatal illness, that he had +died in her care, and had been buried by her near +a forest well; and she further said that before +his death he had left a request that King Mark +would make Andred king of Lyonesse, of which +country Tristram now was lord.</p> + +<p>On hearing these tidings, King Mark made a great +show of grief, weeping and lamenting as if he had +lost his best friend in the world. But when the +news came to La Belle Isolde, so deep a weight of +woe fell upon her that she nearly went out of her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span> +mind. So deeply did she grieve, indeed, that she +vowed to destroy herself, declaring bitterly that she +would not live if Tristram was dead.</p> + +<p>So she secretly got a sword and went with it into +her garden, where she forced the hilt into a crevice +in a plum-tree so that the naked point stood out +breast high. Then she kneeled down and prayed +piteously: "Sweet Lord Jesus, have pity on me, +for I may not live after the death of Sir Tristram. +My first love he was, and he shall be my last."</p> + +<p>All this had been seen by King Mark, who had +followed her privily, and as she rose and was about +to cast herself on the sword he came behind and +caught her in his arms. Then he tore the sword +from the tree, and bore her away, struggling and +moaning, to a strong tower, where he set guards +upon her, bidding them to watch her closely. After +that she lay long sick, and came nigh to the point of +death.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, Tristram ran wildly through the +forest, with Dagonet's sword in his hand, till he +came to a hermitage, where he lay down and slept. +While he slumbered, the hermit, who knew of his +madness, stole the sword from him and laid meat +beside him. Here he remained ten days, and afterwards +departed and returned to the herdsmen.</p> + +<p>And now another adventure happened. There +was in that country a giant named Tauleas, brother +to that Taulard whom Sir Marhaus had killed. +For fear of Tristram he had for seven years kept +close in his castle, daring not to go at large and +commit depredations as of old. But now, hearing +the rumor that Tristram was dead, he resumed his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span> +old evil courses. And one day he came to where the +herdsmen were engaged, and seated himself to rest +among them. By chance there passed along the +road near by a Cornish knight named Sir Dinant, +with whom rode a lady.</p> + +<p>When the giant saw them coming, he left the +herdsmen and hid himself under a tree near a +well, deeming that the knight would stop there to +drink. This he did, but no sooner had he sought +the well than the giant slipped from his covert and +leaped upon the horse. Then he rode upon Sir +Dinant, took him by the collar, and pulled him +before him upon the horse, reaching for his dagger +to strike off his head.</p> + +<p>At this moment the herdsmen called to Tristram, +who had just come from the forest depths: +"Help the knight."</p> + +<p>"Help him yourselves," said Tristram.</p> + +<p>"We dare not," they replied.</p> + +<p>Then Tristram ran up and seized the sword of +the knight, which had fallen to the ground, and +with one broad sweep struck off the head of Tauleas +clean from the shoulders. This done he dropped +the sword as if he had done but a trifle and went +back to the herdsmen.</p> + +<p>Shortly after this, Sir Dinant appeared at Tintagil, +bearing with him the giant's head, and there +told what had happened to him and how he had +been rescued.</p> + +<p>"Where had you this adventure?" asked the +king.</p> + +<p>"At the herdsmen's fountain in the forest," said +Dinant. "There where so many knights-errant<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span> +meet. They say this madman haunts that spot."</p> + +<p>"He cannot be Matto le Breune, as I fancied," +said the king. "It was a man of no small might +who made that stroke. I shall seek this wild man +myself."</p> + +<p>On the next day King Mark, with a following +of knights and hunters, rode into the forest, where +they continued their course till they came to the +well. Lying beside it they saw a gaunt, naked +man, with a sword beside him. Who he was they +knew not, for madness and exposure had so changed +Tristram's face that no one knew it.</p> + +<p>By the king's command he was picked up slumbering +and covered with mantles, and thus borne +in a litter to Tintagil. Here they bathed and +washed him, and gave him warm food and gentle +care, till his madness passed away and his wits +came back to him. But no one knew him, so much +had he changed, while all deemed Tristram dead, +and had no thought of him.</p> + +<p>Word of what had happened came to Isolde where +she lay sick, and with a sudden whim she rose +from her bed and bade Bragwaine come with her, +as she had a fancy to see the forest madman.</p> + +<p>Asking where he was, she was told that he was +in the garden, resting in an arbor, in a light slumber. +Hither they sought him and looked down +upon him, knowing him not.</p> + +<p>But as they stood there Tristram woke, and when +he saw the queen he turned away his head, while +tears ran from his eyes. It happened that the +queen had with her a little brachet, which Tristram +had given her when she first came to Cornwall, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span> +which always remembered and loved its old master.</p> + +<p>When this little creature came near the sick man, +she leaped upon him and licked his cheeks and +hands, and whined about him, showing great joy +and excitement.</p> + +<p>"The dog is wiser than us all," cried Dame +Bragwaine. "She knows her master. They spoke +falsely who said he was dead. It is Sir Tristram."</p> + +<p>But Isolde fell to the ground in a swoon, and lay +there long insensible. When at length she recovered, +she said,—</p> + +<p>"My dear lord and knight, I thank God deeply +that you still live, for the story of your death had +nearly caused mine. Your life is in dread danger, +for when King Mark knows you he will either +banish or destroy you. Therefore I beg you to fly +from this court and seek that of King Arthur where +you are beloved. This you may trust, that at all +times, early and late, my love for you will keep +fresh in my heart."</p> + +<p>"I pray you leave me, Isolde," answered the +knight. "It is not well that you should be seen +here. Fear not that I will forget what you have +said."</p> + +<p>Then the queen departed, but do what she would +the brachet would not follow her, but kept with the +sick knight. Soon afterwards King Mark visited +him, and to his surprise the brachet sat upon the +prostrate man and bayed at the king.</p> + +<p>"What does this mean?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"I can tell you," answered a knight. "That +dog was Sir Tristram's before it was the queen's. +The brachet is wiser than us all. It knows its +master."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span>"That I cannot believe," said the king. "Tell +me your name, my good man."</p> + +<p>"My name is Tristram of Lyonesse," answered +the knight. "I am in your power. Do with me +what you will."</p> + +<p>The king looked at him long and strangely, with +anger in his eyes.</p> + +<p>"Truly," he said, "you had better have died +while you were about it. It would have saved me +the need of dealing with you as you deserve."</p> + +<p>Then he returned to the castle, and called his +barons hastily to council, sternly demanding that +the penalty of death should be adjudged against +the knight. Happily for Tristram, the barons +would not consent to this, and proposed instead that +the accused knight should be banished.</p> + +<p>So in the end the sentence was passed that Tristram +should be banished for ten years from the +country of Cornwall, not to return under pain of +death. To this the knight assented, taking an +oath before the king and his barons that he would +abide by the decision of the court.</p> + +<p>Many barons accompanied him to the ship in +which he was to set sail. And as he was going, +there arrived at Tintagil a knight of King Arthur's +court named Dinadan, who had been sent to seek +Sir Tristram and request him to come to Camelot.</p> + +<p>On being shown the banished knight, he went to +him and told his errand.</p> + +<p>"You come in good season," said Tristram, "for +to Camelot am I now bound."</p> + +<p>"Then I would go with you in fellowship."</p> + +<p>"You are right welcome, Sir Dinadan." Then +Tristram turned to the others and said,—</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<a name="Tintagil_Pg_302" id="Tintagil_Pg_302"></a><img src="images/p302.jpg" width="500" height="292" alt="TINTAGIL, KING ARTHUR'S CASTLE, FROM THE VALLEY." title="TINTAGIL, KING ARTHUR'S CASTLE, FROM THE VALLEY." /> +<span class="caption">TINTAGIL, KING ARTHUR'S CASTLE, FROM THE VALLEY.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span>"Greet King Mark from me, and all my enemies +as well, and tell them that I shall come again in +my own good time. I am well rewarded for all +I have done for him, but revenge has a long life, +as he may yet learn."</p> + +<p>Then he took ship and put to sea, a banished +man. And with him went Dinadan to cheer him +in his woe, for, of all the knights of the Round +Table, Dinadan was the merriest soul.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="BOOK_VII" id="BOOK_VII"></a>BOOK VII.</h2> + +<h3>HOW TRISTRAM CAME TO CAMELOT.</h3> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<h4>TRISTRAM AND DINADAN.</h4> + + +<p>And now it behooves us to follow the banished +knight in his adventures, for they were many and +various, and arduous were the labors with which +he won his right to a seat at the Round Table. +We have told the tale of his love and madness, and +now must relate the marvellous exploits of his +banishment.</p> + +<p>Hardly, indeed, had Tristram and Dinadan +landed in Arthur's realms when they met two +knights of his court, Hector de Maris and Bors +de Ganis. This encounter took place upon a bridge, +where Hector and Dinadan jousted, and Dinadan +and his horse were overthrown. But Bors refused +to fight with Tristram, through the contempt he +felt for Cornish knights. Yet the honor of Cornwall +was soon retrieved, for Sir Bleoberis and Sir +Driant now came up, and Bleoberis proffered to +joust with Tristram, who quickly smote him to the +earth.</p> + +<p>This done, Tristram and Dinadan departed, leaving +their opponents in surprise that such valor<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span> +and might could come out of Cornwall. But not +far had the two knights-errant gone when they +entered a forest, where they met a damsel, who +was in search of some noble knights to rescue Sir +Lancelot. Morgan le Fay, who hated him bitterly +since his escape from her castle, had laid an ambush +of thirty knights at a point which Lancelot was +approaching, thinking to attack him unawares +and so slay him.</p> + +<p>The damsel, who had learned of this plot, had +already met the four knights whom Tristram and +Dinadan had encountered, and obtained their +promise to come to the rescue.</p> + +<p>She now told her story of crime and treachery +to the two wanderers, with the same request.</p> + +<p>"Fair damsel," said Tristram, "you could set +me no more welcome task. Guide me to the place +where those dastards lie in ambush for Lancelot."</p> + +<p>"What would you do?" cried Dinadan. "We +cannot match thirty knights. Two or three are +enough for any one knight, if they be men. I hope +you don't fancy that I will take fifteen to my +share!"</p> + +<p>"Come, come, good comrade," said Tristram. +"Do not show the white feather."</p> + +<p>"I would rather wear the white feather than the +fool's cap," said Dinadan. "Lend me your shield +if you will; for I had sooner carry a Cornish shield, +which all men say only cowards bear, than try any +such foolhardy adventure."</p> + +<p>"Nay; I will keep my shield for the sake of +her who gave it to me," answered Tristram. "But +this I warn you, if you will not abide with me I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span> +shall slay you before we part, for a coward has no +right to cumber the earth. I ask no more of you +than to fight one knight. If your heart is too +faint for that, then stand by and see me meet the +whole crew."</p> + +<p>"Very well," said Dinadan, "you can trust me +to look on bravely, and mayhap to do something +to save my head from hard knocks; but I would +give my helmet if I had not met you. Folks say +you are cured of your mad fit, but I vow if I have +much faith in your sound sense."</p> + +<p>Tristram smiled grimly at Dinadan's scolding, +and kept on after the damsel. Not far had they +gone before they met the thirty knights. These +had already passed the four knights of Arthur's +court, without a combat, and they now rode in the +same way past Tristram and Dinadan, with no show +of hostility.</p> + +<p>But Tristram was of different mettle. Turning +towards them he cried with a voice of thunder,—"Lo! +sir villains. I have heard of your plot to +murder Lancelot. Turn and defend yourselves. +Here is a knight ready to fight you all for the +love of Lancelot du Lake!"</p> + +<p>Then, spurring his good war-steed, he rode upon +them with the fury of a lion, slaying two with his +spear. He then drew his mighty blade, and attacked +them with such fierce spirit and giant strength +that ten more soon fell dead beneath his furious +blows. Nor did Dinadan stand and look on, as +he had grumblingly threatened, but rode in and +aided Tristram nobly, more than one of the villains +falling before his blows. When, at length, the murderous<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span> +crew took to flight, there were but ten of +them alive.</p> + +<p>Sir Bors and his companions had seen this battle +at a distance, but it was all over before they could +reach the scene of fray. High was their praise of +the valor and prowess of the victor, who, they said, +had done such a deed as they had deemed only +Lancelot could perform.</p> + +<p>They invited him with knightly warmth and +courtesy to go with them to their lodging.</p> + +<p>"Many thanks, fair sirs," said Tristram, "but I +cannot go with you."</p> + +<p>"Then tell us your name, that we may remember +it as that of one of the best of knights, and give +you the honor which is your due."</p> + +<p>"Nor that either," answered Tristram. "In +good time you shall know my name, but not now."</p> + +<p>Leaving them with the dead knights, Tristram +and Dinadan rode forward, and in time found +themselves near a party of shepherds and herdsmen, +whom they asked if any lodging was to be had +near by.</p> + +<p>"That there is," said the herdsmen, "and good +lodging, in a castle close at hand. But it is not +to be had for the asking. The custom of that castle +is that no knight shall lodge there except he fight +with two knights of the castle. But as you are +two, you can fight your battle man for man, if you +seek lodging there."</p> + +<p>"That is rough pay for a night's rest," said +Dinadan. "Lodge where you will, I will not rest +in that castle. I have done enough to-day to spoil +my appetite for fighting."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span>"Come, come," said Tristram, "and you a Knight +of the Round Table! You cannot refuse to win +your lodging in knightly fashion."</p> + +<p>"Win it you must if you want it," said the herdsmen; +"for if you have the worse of the battle no +lodging will you gain in these quarters, except it +be in the wild wood."</p> + +<p>"Be it so, if it must," said Dinadan. "In flat +English, I will not go to the castle."</p> + +<p>"Are you a man?" demanded Tristram, scornfully. +"Come, Dinadan, I know you are no coward. +On your knighthood, come."</p> + +<p>Growling in his throat, Dinadan followed his +comrade, sorely against his will, and together they +rode into the castle court. Here they found, as +they had been told, two armed knights ready to +meet them.</p> + +<p>To make a long story short, Tristram and Dinadan +smote them both down, and afterwards entered +the castle, where the best of good cheer was served +them. But when they had disarmed, and were +having a merry time at the well-filled table, word +was brought them that two other knights, Palamides +and Gaheris, had entered the gates, and +demanded a joust according to the castle custom.</p> + +<p>"The foul fiend take them!" cried Dinadan. +"Fight I will not; I am here for rest."</p> + +<p>"We are now the lords of the castle, and must +defend its custom," said Tristram. "Make ready, +therefore, for fight you must."</p> + +<p>"Why, in the devil's name, came I here in your +company?" cried Dinadan. "You will wear all +the flesh off my bones."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span>But there was nothing to do but arm themselves +and meet the two knights in the court-yard. Of +these Gaheris encountered Tristram, and got a fall +for his pains; but Palamides hurled Dinadan from +his horse. So far, then, it was fall for fall, and the +contest could be decided only by a fight on foot. +But Dinadan was bruised from his fall and refused +to fight. Tristram unlaced his helmet to give him +air, and prayed him for his aid.</p> + +<p>"Fight them yourself, if you will; two such +knights are but a morsel to you," said Dinadan. +"As for me, I am sore wounded from our little +skirmish with the thirty knights, and have no valor +left in me. Sir Tristram, you are a madman yet, +and I curse the time that ever I saw you. In all +the world there are no two such mad freaks as +Lancelot and you. Once I fell into fellowship with +Lancelot as I have now with you, and what followed? +Why, he set me a task that kept me a +quarter of a year in bed. Defend me from such +head-splitters, and save me from your fellowship."</p> + +<p>"Then if you will not fight I must face them +both," said Tristram. "Come forth, both of you, +I am ready for you."</p> + +<p>At this challenge Palamides and Gaheris advanced +and struck at the two knights. But after +a stroke or two at Gaheris, Dinadan withdrew from +the fray.</p> + +<p>"This is not fair, two to one," said Palamides. +"Stand aside, Gaheris, with that knight who declines +to fight, and let us two finish the combat."</p> + +<p>Then he and Tristram fought long and fiercely, +Tristram in the end driving him back three paces.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span> +At this Gaheris and Dinadan pushed between them +and bade them cease fighting, as both had done +enough for honor.</p> + +<p>"So be it," said Tristram, "and these brave +knights are welcome to lodge with us in the castle +if they will."</p> + +<p>"With you, not with us," said Dinadan, dryly. +"When I lodge in that devil's den may I sell my +sword for a herring. We will be called up every +hour of the night to fight for our bedding. And +as for you, good friend, when I ride with you again, +it will be when you have grown older and wiser, +or I younger and more foolish."</p> + +<p>With these words he mounted his horse and rode +in an ill-humor out of the castle gates.</p> + +<p>"Come, good sirs, we must after him," said Tristram, +with a laugh. "He is a prime good fellow, +if he has taken himself off in a pet; it is likely I +gave him an overdose of fighting."</p> + +<p>So, asking a man of the castle to guide them to a +lodging, they rode after Dinadan, whom they soon +overtook, though he gave them no hearty welcome. +Two miles farther brought them to a priory, where +they spent the night in comfort.</p> + +<p>Early the next day Tristram mounted and rode +away, leaving Dinadan at the priory, for he was too +much bruised to mount his horse. There remained +at the priory with him a knight named Pellinore, +who sought earnestly to learn Tristram's name, and +at last said angrily to Dinadan,—</p> + +<p>"Since you will not tell me his name, I will ride +after him and make him tell it himself, or leave +him on the ground to repent."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span>"Beware, my good sir," said Dinadan, "or the +repentance will be yours instead of his. No wise +man is he who thrusts his own hand in the fire."</p> + +<p>"Good faith, I fear him not," said Pellinore, +haughtily, and rode on his way.</p> + +<p>But he paid dearly for his hardiness, for a half-hour +afterwards he lay on the earth with a spear +wound in his shoulder, while Tristram rode unscathed +on his way.</p> + +<p>On the day following Tristram met with pursuivants, +who were spreading far and wide the +news of a great tournament that was to be held +between King Carados and the king of North +Wales, at the Castle of Maidens. They were seeking +for good knights to take part in that tournament, +and in particular King Carados had bidden +them to seek Lancelot, and the king of Northgalis +to seek Tristram de Lyonesse.</p> + +<p>"Lancelot is not far away," said Tristram. "As +for me, I will be there, and do my best to win honor +in the fray."</p> + +<p>And so he rode away, and soon after met with +Sir Kay and Sir Sagramore, with whom he refused +to joust, as he wished to keep himself fresh for the +tournament.</p> + +<p>But as Kay twitted him with being a cowardly +knight of Cornwall, he turned on him and smote +him from his horse. Then, to complete the tale, +he served Sagramore with the same sauce, and +serenely rode on his way, leaving them to heal their +bruises with repentance.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<h4>ON THE ROAD TO THE TOURNAMENT.</h4> + + +<p>Tristram now rode far alone through a country +strange to him, and void of knightly adventures. +At length, however, chance brought to him a damsel, +who told him disconsolately that she sought a +champion to cope with a villanous knight, who +was playing the tyrant over a wide district, and +who defied all errant knights.</p> + +<p>"If you would win great honor come with me," +she said.</p> + +<p>"To win honor is the breath of my life," said +Tristram. "Lead on, fair maiden."</p> + +<p>Then he rode with her a matter of six miles, +when good fortune brought them in contact with +Sir Gawaine, who recognized the damsel as one +of Morgan le Fay's. On seeing her with an unknown +knight he at once surmised that there was +some mischief afoot.</p> + +<p>"Fair sir," said Gawaine, "whither ride you +with that damsel?"</p> + +<p>"Whither she may lead me," said Tristram. +"That is all I know of the matter."</p> + +<p>"Then, by my good blade, you shall ride no +farther with her, for she has a breeder of ill for +mistress, and means you a mischief."</p> + +<p>He drew his sword as he spoke, and said in stern +accents to the damsel,—</p> + +<p>"Tell me wherefore and whither you lead this +knight, or you shall die on the spot. I know you,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span> +minx, and the false-hearted witch who sends you."</p> + +<p>"Mercy, Sir Gawaine!" she cried, trembling in +mortal fear. "Harm me not, and I will tell you +all I know."</p> + +<p>"Say on, then. I crave not your worthless life, +but will have it if you tell me not the truth."</p> + +<p>"Good and valiant sir," she answered, "Queen +Morgan le Fay, my lady, has sent me and thirty +ladies more, in search of Sir Lancelot or Sir Tristram. +Whoever of us shall first meet either of +these knights is to lead him to her castle, with a +tale of worshipful deeds to be done and wrongs +to be righted. But thirty knights lie in wait in a +tower ready to sally forth and destroy them."</p> + +<p>"Foul shame is this," cried Gawaine, "that such +treachery should ever be devised by a queen's +daughter and the sister of the worshipful King +Arthur. Sir knight, will you stand with me, and +unmask the malice of these thirty ambushed +rogues?"</p> + +<p>"That shall I willingly," said Tristram. "Trust +me to do my share to punish these dogs. Not +long since I and a fellow met with thirty of that +lady's knights, who were in ambush for Lancelot, +and we gave them something else to think of. If +there be another thirty on the same vile quest, I +am for them."</p> + +<p>Then they rode together towards the queen's +castle, Gawaine with a shrewd fancy that he knew +his Cornish companion, for he had heard the story +of how two knights had beaten thirty. When they +reached the castle, Gawaine called in a loud voice,—</p> + +<p>"Queen Morgan le Fay, send out the knights<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span> +whom you hold in ambush against Lancelot and +Tristram. I know your treason, and will tell of it +wherever I ride. I, Sir Gawaine, and my fellow +here, dare your thirty knights to come out and +meet us like men."</p> + +<p>"You bluster bravely, friend Gawaine," answered +the knights. "But we well know that your pride +and valor come from the knight who is there with +you. Some of us have tried conclusions with that +head-splitter who wears the arms of Cornwall, and +have had enough of him. You alone would not +keep us long in the castle, but we have no fancy +to measure swords with him. So ride your way; +you will get no glory here."</p> + +<p>In vain did Gawaine berate them as dastards +and villains; say what he would, not a soul of them +would set foot beyond the walls, and in time the +two knights rode away in a rage, cursing all cowards +in their beards.</p> + +<p>For several days they rode together without +adventure. Then they beheld a shameful sight, +that roused their souls to anger. For they saw a +villanous knight, known in those parts as Breuse +Sans Pité, who chased a lady with intent to kill +her, having slain her lover before. Many dastardly +deeds of this kind had he done, yet so far had +escaped all retribution for his crimes.</p> + +<p>"Let me ride alone against him," said Gawaine. +"I know his tricks. He will stand to face one man, +but if he sees us both, he will fly, and he always +rides so swift a horse that none can overtake him."</p> + +<p>Then he rode at full speed between the lady and +her pursuer, and cried loudly,—</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span>"False knight and murderer, leave that lady and +try your tricks on me."</p> + +<p>Sir Breuse, seeing but one, put his spear in rest +and rode furiously against Gawaine, whom he struck +so strong a blow that he flung him prostrate to the +ground. Then, with deadly intent, he forced his +horse to trample over him twenty times backward +and forward, thinking to destroy him. But when +Tristram saw this villany he broke from his covert +and rushed in fury upon the murderous wretch.</p> + +<p>But Breuse Sans Pité had met with Tristram +before, and knew him by his arms. Therefore he +turned his horse and fled at full speed, hotly pursued +by the furious knight. Long he chased him, +full of thirst for revenge, but the well-horsed villain +rode at such a pace that he left him in the distance. +At length Tristram, despairing of overtaking him, +and seeing an inviting forest spring, drew up his +horse and rode thither for rest and refreshment.</p> + +<p>Dismounting and tying his horse to a tree, he +washed his face and hands and took a deep and +grateful draught of the cool water. Then laying +himself to rest by the spring side, he fell sound +asleep.</p> + +<p>While he lay there good fortune brought to that +forest spring a lady who had sought him far and +wide. This was Dame Bragwaine, the lady companion +of La Belle Isolde, who bore him letters +from the queen. She failed to recognize the sleeping +knight, but at first sight knew his noble charger, +Passe Brewel, which Tristram had ridden for years. +So she seated herself gladly by the knight, and +waited patiently till he awoke. Then she saluted<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span> +him, and he her, for he failed not to recognize his +old acquaintance.</p> + +<p>"What of my dear lady, La Belle Isolde?" he +asked, eagerly.</p> + +<p>"She is well, and has sent me to seek you. Far +and wide have I sought for you through the land, +and glad enough am I to hand you the letters I +bear."</p> + +<p>"Not so glad as I am to receive them," said +Tristram, joyfully, taking them from her hand +and opening them with eager haste, while his soul +overflowed with joy as he read Isolde's words of +love and constancy, though with them was mingled +many a piteous complaint.</p> + +<p>"Come with me, Dame Bragwaine," he said. +"I am riding to the tournament to be held at the +Castle of Maidens. There will I answer these letters, +and to have you there, to tell the tale of my +doings to my Lady Isolde, will give me double +strength and valor."</p> + +<p>To this Dame Bragwaine willingly agreed, and +mounting they rode till they came to the castle of +a hospitable old knight, near where the tournament +was to be held. Here they were given shelter and +entertainment.</p> + +<p>As they sat at supper with Sir Pellounes, their +ancient host, he told them much of the great tournament +that was at hand, among other things that +Lancelot would be there, with thirty-two knights of +his kindred, each of whom would bear a shield with +the arms of Cornwall.</p> + +<p>In the midst of their conversation a messenger +entered, who told Pellounes that his son, Persides<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span> +de Bloise, had come home, whereupon the old knight +held up his hands and thanked God, telling Tristram +that he had not seen his son for two years.</p> + +<p>"I know him," said Tristram, "and a good and +worthy knight he is."</p> + +<p>On the next morning, when Tristram came into +the castle hall clad in his house attire, he met with +Persides, similarly unarmed, and they saluted each +other courteously.</p> + +<p>"My father tells me that you are of Cornwall," +said Persides. "I jousted there once before King +Mark, and fortune helped me to overthrow ten +knights. But Tristram de Lyonesse overthrew me +and took my lady from me. This I have not forgotten, +and I will repay him for it yet."</p> + +<p>"You hate Sir Tristram, then? Do you think +that will trouble him much, and that he is not able +to withstand your malice?"</p> + +<p>"He is a better knight than I, that I admit. +But for all that I owe him no good will."</p> + +<p>As thus they stood talking at a bay window of +the castle, they saw many knights ride by on their +way to the tournament. Among these Tristram +marked a strongly-built warrior mounted on a great +black horse, and bearing a black shield.</p> + +<p>"What knight is that?" he asked. "He looks +like a strong and able one."</p> + +<p>"He is one of the best in the world," said Persides. +"I know him well."</p> + +<p>"Is it Sir Lancelot?"</p> + +<p>"No, no. It is Palamides, an unchristened +Saracen, but a noble man."</p> + +<p>"Palamides! I should know him too, but his +arms deceived me."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span>As they continued to look they saw many of the +country people salute the black knight. Some time +afterwards a squire came to Pellounes, the lord of +the castle, and told him that a fierce combat had +taken place in the road some distance in advance, +and that a knight with a black shield had smitten +down thirteen others. He was still there, ready +for any who might wish to meet him, and holding +a tournament of his own in the highway.</p> + +<p>"On my faith, that is Palamides!" said Tristram. +"The worthy fellow must be brimful of +fight. Fair brother, let us cast on our cloaks and +see the play."</p> + +<p>"Not I," said Persides. "Let us not go like +courtiers there, but like men ready to withstand +their enemies."</p> + +<p>"As you will. To fight or to look on is all one +to me."</p> + +<p>Then they armed and rode to the spot where +so many knights had tried their fortune before +the tournament. When Palamides saw them approach, +he said to his squire,—</p> + +<p>"Go to yonder knight with a green shield and +in it a lion of gold. Tell him that I request a +passage-at-arms with him, and that my name is +Palamides."</p> + +<p>Persides, who wore the shield thus described, did +not hesitate to accept the challenge, and rode against +Palamides, but quickly found himself felled to the +earth by his powerful antagonist. Then Tristram +made ready to avenge his comrade, but before he +could put his spear in rest Palamides rode upon +him like a thunderbolt, taking him at advantage, +and hurling him over his horse's tail.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span>At this Tristram sprang up in furious anger and +sore shame, and leaped into his saddle.</p> + +<p>Then he sent Gouvernail to Palamides, accusing +him of treachery, and demanding a joust on equal +terms.</p> + +<p>"Not so," answered Palamides. "I know that +knight better than he fancies, and will not meet +him now. But if he wants satisfaction he may +have it to-morrow at the Castle of Maidens, where +I will be ready to meet him in the lists."</p> + +<p>As Tristram stood fretting and fuming in wrathful +spite, Dinadan, who had seen the affair, came +up, and seeing the anger of the Cornish knight, +restrained his inclination to jest.</p> + +<p>"Here it is proved," he said, "that a man can +never be so strong but he may meet his equal. +Never was man so wise but that his brain might +fail him, and a passing good rider is he that never +had a fall."</p> + +<p>"Let be," cried Tristram, angrily. "You are +readier with your tongue than with your sword, +friend Dinadan. I will revenge myself, and you +shall see it."</p> + +<p>As they stood thus talking there came by them +a likely knight, who rode soberly and heavily, +bearing a black shield.</p> + +<p>"What knight is that?" asked Tristram.</p> + +<p>"It is Sir Briant of North Wales," answered +Persides. "I know him well."</p> + +<p>Just behind him came a knight who bore a shield +with the arms of Cornwall, and as he rode up he +sent a squire to Sir Briant, whom he required +to joust with him.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span>"Let it be so, if he will have it so," said Briant. +"Bid him make ready."</p> + +<p>Then they rode together, and the Welsh knight +got a severe fall.</p> + +<p>"What Cornish knight is this?" asked Tristram.</p> + +<p>"None, as I fancy," said Dinadan. "I warrant +he is of King Ban's blood, which counts the noblest +knights of the world."</p> + +<p>Then two other knights came up and challenged +him with the Cornish shield, and in a trice he smote +them both down with one spear.</p> + +<p>"By my faith," said Tristram, "he is a good +knight, whoever he be, and I never saw one yet +that rode so well."</p> + +<p>Then the king of Northgalis rode to Palamides, +and prayed him for his sake to joust with that +knight who had just overturned two Welsh knights.</p> + +<p>"I beg you ask me not," said Palamides. "I +have had my full share of jousting already, and +wish to keep fresh for the tournament to-morrow."</p> + +<p>"One ride only, for the honor of North Wales," +beseeched the king.</p> + +<p>"Well, if you will have it so; but I have seen +many a man have a fall at his own request."</p> + +<p>Then he sent a squire to the victor knight, and +challenged him to a joust.</p> + +<p>"Fair fellow," said the knight, "tell me your +lord's name."</p> + +<p>"It is Sir Palamides."</p> + +<p>"He is well met, then. I have seen no knight +in seven years with whom I would rather tilt."</p> + +<p>Then the two knights took spears from their +squires, and rode apart.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span>"Now," said Dinadan, "you will see Palamides +come off the victor."</p> + +<p>"I doubt it," answered Tristram. "I wager the +knight with the Cornish shield will give him a fall."</p> + +<p>"That I do not believe," said Dinadan.</p> + +<p>As they spoke, the two knights put spears in rest, +and spurred their horses, riding hotly together. +Palamides broke a spear on his antagonist, without +moving him in his saddle; but on his side he +received such a blow that it broke through his +shield and hauberk, and would have slain him outright +had he not fallen.</p> + +<p>"How now?" cried Tristram. "Am I not +right? I knew by the way those knights ride +which would fall."</p> + +<p>The unknown knight now rode away and sought +a well in the forest edge, for he was hot and thirsty +with the fray. This was seen by the king of Northgalis, +who sent twelve knights after him to do him +a mischief, so that he would not be able to appear +at the tournament and win the victory.</p> + +<p>They came upon him so suddenly that he had +scarcely time to put on his helm and spring to his +horse's back before they assailed him in mass.</p> + +<p>"Ye villains!" he cried, "twelve to one! And +taking a man unawares! You want a lesson, and +by my faith you shall have it."</p> + +<p>Then spurring his horse he rode on them so +fiercely that he smote one knight through the body, +breaking his spear in doing so. Now he drew his +sword and smote stoutly to right and left, killing +three others and wounding more.</p> + +<p>"Dogs and dastards! know you me not?" he +cried in a voice of thunder. "My name is Lancelot +du Lake. Here's for you, cowards and traitors!"</p> + +<p>But the name he had shouted was enough. Those +who were still able, fled, followed by the angry +knight. By hard riding they escaped his wrath, +and he, hot and furious, turned aside to a lodging +where he designed to spend the night. In consequence +of his hard labor in this encounter Lancelot +fought not on the first day of the tournament, but +sat beside King Arthur, who had come hither from +Camelot to witness the passage-at-arms.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<h4>AT THE CASTLE OF MAIDENS.</h4> + + +<p>When came the dawn of the first day of the +tournament, many ladies and gentlemen of the court +took their seats on a high gallery, shaded by a rich +canopy of parti-colored silk, while in the centre +of the gallery sat King Arthur and Queen Guenever, +and, by the side of the king, Lancelot du Lake. +Many other noble lords and ladies of the surrounding +country occupied the adjoining seats, while +round the circle that closed in the lists sat hosts +of citizens and country people, all eager for the +warlike sports.</p> + +<p>Knights in glittering armor stood in warlike +groups outside the entrance gates, where rose many +pavilions of red and white silk, each with its fluttering<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span> +pennon, and great war-horses that impatiently +champed the bit, while the bright steel heads of the +lances shone like star-points in the sun.</p> + +<p>Within the lists the heralds and pursuivants +busied themselves, while cheery calls, and bugle-blasts, +and the lively chat of the assembled multitude +filled the air with joyous sound.</p> + +<p>Tristram de Lyonesse still dwelt with the old +knight Sir Pellounes, in company with Sir Persides, +whom he yet kept in ignorance of his name. And +as it was his purpose to fight that day unknown, +he ordered Gouvernail, his squire, to procure him +a black-faced shield, without emblem or device of +any kind.</p> + +<p>So accoutred, he and Persides mounted in the +early morn and rode together to the lists, where +the parties of King Carados and the king of Northgalis +were already being formed. Tristram and his +companion joined the side of Carados, the Scottish +king, and hardly had they ridden to their place +when King Arthur gave the signal for the onset, +the bugles loudly sounded, and the two long lines +of knights rode together with a crash as of two +thunder-clouds meeting in mid-air.</p> + +<p>Many knights and horses went to the earth in +that mad onset, and many others who had broken +their spears drew their swords and so kept up the +fray. The part of the line where Tristram and +Persides was drove back the king of Northgalis +and his men, with many noble knights who fought +on the side of the Welsh king. But through the +rush and roar of the onset there pushed forward +Bleoberis de Ganis and Gaheris, who hurled Persides<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span> +to the earth, where he was almost slain, for +as he lay there helpless more than forty horsemen +rode over him in the fray.</p> + +<p>Seeing this, and what valiant deeds the two +knights did, Tristram marvelled who they were. +But perceiving the danger in which his comrade +Persides lay, he rushed to the rescue with such force +that Gaheris was hurled headlong from his horse. +Then Bleoberis in a rage put his spear in rest and +rode furiously against Tristram, but he was met in +mid-career, and flung from his saddle by the resistless +spear of the Cornish knight.</p> + +<p>The king with the hundred knights now rode +angrily forward, pressed back the struggling line, +and horsed Gaheris and Bleoberis. Then began a +fierce struggle, in which Bleoberis and Tristram +did many deeds of knightly skill and valor.</p> + +<p>As the violent combat continued, Dinadan, who +was on the other side, rode against Tristram, not +knowing him, and got such a buffet that he swooned +in his saddle. He recovered in a minute, however, +and, riding to his late companion, said in a low +voice,—</p> + +<p>"Sir knight, is this the way you serve an old +comrade, masking under a black shield? I know +you now better than you deem. I will not reveal +your disguise, but by my troth I vow I will never +try buffets with you again, and, if I keep my wits, +sword of yours shall never come near my headpiece."</p> + +<p>As Dinadan withdrew to repair damages, Bleoberis +rode against Tristram, who gave him such a +furious sword-blow on the helm that he bowed his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[Pg 325]</a></span> +head to the saddle. Then Tristram caught him +by the helm, jerked him from his horse, and flung +him down under the feet of the steed.</p> + +<p>This ended the fray, for at that moment Arthur +bade the heralds to blow to lodging, and the knights +who still held saddle sheathed their swords. Tristram +thereupon departed to his pavilion and Dinadan +with him.</p> + +<p>But Arthur, and many of those with him, wondered +who was the knight with the black shield, +who had with sword and spear done such wondrous +deeds. Many opinions were given, and some suspected +him of being Tristram, but held their peace. +To him the judges awarded the prize of the day's +combat, though they named him only the knight +of the black shield, not knowing by what other +name to call him.</p> + +<p>When the second day of the tournament dawned, +and the knights prepared for the combat, Palamides, +who had fought under Northgalis, now +joined King Arthur's party, that led by Carados, +and sent to Tristram to know his name.</p> + +<p>"As to that," answered Tristram, "tell Sir +Palamides that he shall not know till I have broken +two spears with him. But you may tell him that +I am the same knight that he smote down unfairly +the day before the tournament, and that I owe him +as shrewd a turn. So whichever side he takes I +will take the opposite."</p> + +<p>"Sir," said the messenger, "he will be on King +Arthur's side, in company with the noblest knights."</p> + +<p>"Then I will fight for Northgalis, though yesterday +I held with Carados."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 382px;"> +<a name="Tristram_Pg_325" id="Tristram_Pg_325"></a><img src="images/p325.jpg" width="382" height="500" alt="TRISTRAM THEREUPON DEPARTED TO HIS PAVILION." title="TRISTRAM THEREUPON DEPARTED TO HIS PAVILION." /> +<span class="caption">TRISTRAM THEREUPON DEPARTED TO HIS PAVILION.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span>When King Arthur blew to field and the fray +began, King Carados opened the day by a joust with +the king with the hundred knights, who gave him +a sore fall. Around him there grew up a fierce +combat, till a troop of Arthur's knights pushed +briskly in and bore back the opposite party, rescuing +Carados from under the horses' feet. While the +fight went on thus in one part of the field, Tristram, +in jet-black armor, pressed resistlessly forward +in another part, and dealt so roughly and +grimly with Arthur's knights that not a man of +them could withstand him.</p> + +<p>At length he fell among the fellowship of King +Ban, all of whom bore Cornish shields, and here +he smote right and left with such fury and might +that cries of admiration for his gallant bearing +went up from lords and ladies, citizens and churls. +But he would have had the worse through force +of numbers had not the king with the hundred +knights come to his rescue, and borne him away +from the press of his assailants, who were crowding +upon him in irresistible strength.</p> + +<p>Hardly had Tristram escaped from this peril than +he saw another group of about forty knights, with +Kay the seneschal at their head. On them he rode +like a fury, smote Kay from his horse, and fared +among them all like a greyhound among conies.</p> + +<p>At this juncture Lancelot, who had hitherto taken +little part, met a knight retiring from the lists with +a sore wound in the head.</p> + +<p>"Who hurt you so badly?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"That knight with the black shield, who is +making havoc wherever he goes," was the answer.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span> +"I may curse the time I ever faced him, for he is +more devil than mortal man."</p> + +<p>Lancelot at these words drew his sword and +advanced to meet Tristram, and as he rode forward +saw the Cornish champion hurtling through a press +of foes, bringing down one with nearly every stroke +of his sword.</p> + +<p>"A fellow of marvellous prowess he, whoever he +be," said Lancelot. "If I set upon this knight +after all his heavy labor, I will shame myself more +than him." And he put up his sword.</p> + +<p>Then the king with the hundred knights, with his +following, and a hundred more of the Welsh party, +set upon the twenty of Lancelot's kin, and a fearful +fray began, for the twenty held together like wild +boars, none failing the others, and faced the odds +against them without yielding a step.</p> + +<p>When Tristram, who had for the moment withdrawn, +beheld their noble bearing, he marvelled +at their valor, for he saw by their steadfastness that +they would die together rather than leave the field.</p> + +<p>"Valiant and noble must be he who has such +knights for his kin," he said, meaning Lancelot; +"and likely to be a worthy man is he who leads +such knights as these."</p> + +<p>Then he rode to the king with the hundred +knights and said,—</p> + +<p>"Sir, leave off fighting with these twenty knights. +You can win no honor from them, you being so +many and they so few. I can see by their bearing +that they will die rather than leave the field, and +that will bring you no glory. If this one sided +fray goes on I will join them and give them what +help I can."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</a></span>"You shall not do so," said the king. "You +speak in knightly courtesy, and I will withdraw +my men at your request. I know how courage +favors courage, and like draws to like."</p> + +<p>Then the king called off his knights, and withdrew +from the combat with Lancelot's kindred.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Lancelot was watching for an opportunity +to meet Tristram and hail him as a fellow in +heart and hand, but before he could do so Tristram, +Dinadan, and Gouvernail suddenly left the lists +and rode into the forest, no man perceiving whither +they had gone.</p> + +<p>Then Arthur blew to lodging, and gave the prize +of the day to the king of Northgalis, as the true +champion of the tournament was on his side and +had vanished. Lancelot rode hither and thither, +vainly seeking him, while a cry that might have been +heard two miles off went up: "The knight with the +black shield has won the day!"</p> + +<p>"Alas, where has that knight gone!" said +Arthur. "It is a shame that those in the field have +let him thus vanish. With gentleness and courtesy +they might have brought him to me at the +Castle of Maidens, where I should have been +glad to show him the highest honor."</p> + +<p>Then he went to the knights of his party and +comforted them for their discomfiture.</p> + +<p>"Be not dismayed, my fair fellows," he said, +"though you have lost the field, and many of you +are the worst in body and mind. Be of good cheer, +for to-morrow we fight again. How the day will +go I cannot say, but I will be in the lists with +you, and lend you what aid is in my arm."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span>During that day's fight Dame Bragwaine had sat +near Queen Guenever, observing Tristram's valorous +deeds. But when the queen asked her why +she had come thither, she would not tell the real +reason, but said only,—</p> + +<p>"Madam, I came for no other cause than that +my lady, La Belle Isolde, sent me to inquire after +your welfare."</p> + +<p>After the fray was done she took leave of the +queen and rode into the forest in search of Sir +Tristram. As she went onward she heard a great +cry, and sent her squire to learn what it might +mean. He quickly came to a forest fountain, and +here he found a knight bound to a tree, crying +out like a madman, while his horse and harness +stood by. When he saw the squire, he started so +furiously that he broke his bonds, and then ran +after him, sword in hand, as if to slay him. The +squire at this spurred his horse and rode swiftly +back to Dame Bragwaine, whom he told of his +adventure.</p> + +<p>Soon afterwards she found Tristram, who had +set up his pavilion in the forest, and told him of +the incident.</p> + +<p>"Then, on my head, there is mischief here +afloat," said Tristram; "some good knight has +gone distracted."</p> + +<p>Taking his horse and sword he rode to the place, +and there he found the knight complaining woefully.</p> + +<p>"What misfortune has befallen me?" he lamented; +"I, woeful Palamides, who am defiled +with falsehood and treason through Sir Bors and +Sir Hector! Alas, why live I so long?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</a></span>Then he took his sword in his hands, and with +many strange signs and movements flung it into +the fountain. This done, he wailed bitterly and +wrung his hands, but at the end he ran to his middle +in the water and sought again for his sword. +Tristram, seeing this, ran upon him and clasped +him in his arms, fearing he would kill himself.</p> + +<p>"Who are you that holds me so tightly?" said +Palamides.</p> + +<p>"I am a man of this forest, and mean you no +harm, but would save you from injury."</p> + +<p>"Alas!" said the knight, "I shall never win +honor where Sir Tristram is. Where he is not, +only Lancelot or Lamorak can win from me the +prize. More than once he has put me to the worse."</p> + +<p>"What would you do if you had him?"</p> + +<p>"I would fight him and ease my heart. And +yet, sooth to say, he is a gentle and noble knight."</p> + +<p>"Will you go with me to my lodging?"</p> + +<p>"No; I will go to the king with the hundred +knights. He rescued me from Bors and Hector, +or they had slain me treacherously."</p> + +<p>But by kind words Tristram got him to his pavilion, +where he did what he could to cheer him. But +Palamides could not sleep for anguish of soul, and +rose before dawn and secretly left the tent, making +his way to the pavilions of Gaheris and Sagramour +le Desirous, who had been his companions in the +tournament.</p> + +<p>Not far had the next day's sun risen in the eastern +sky, when King Arthur bade the heralds blow +the call to the lists, and with warlike haste the +knights came crowding in to the last day of the +well-fought tournament.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span>Fiercely began the fray, King Carados and his +ally, the king of Ireland, being smitten from their +horses early in the day. Then came in Palamides +full of fury, and made sad work among his foes, +being known to all by his indented shield.</p> + +<p>But this day King Arthur, as he had promised, +rode in shining armor into the field, and fought +so valorously that the king of Northgalis and his +party had much the worse of the combat.</p> + +<p>While the fight thus went on in all its fury, +Tristram rode in, still bearing his black shield. +Encountering Palamides, he gave him such a thrust +that he was driven over his horse's croup. Then +King Arthur cried,—</p> + +<p>"Knight with the black shield, make ready for +me!"</p> + +<p>But the king met with the same fate from Tristram's +spear that Palamides had done, and was +hurled to the earth. Seeing this, a rush of the +knights of his party drove back the foe, and Arthur +and Palamides were helped to their saddles again.</p> + +<p>And now the king, his heart burning with warlike +fury, rushed fiercely on Tristram, and struck +him so furious a blow that he was hurled from +his horse. As he lay there Palamides spurred upon +him in a violent rage, and sought to override him +as he was rising to his feet. But Tristram saw his +purpose and sprang aside. As Palamides rode +past he wrathfully caught him by the arm and +pulled him from his horse.</p> + +<p>"Sword to sword let it be!" cried Tristram.</p> + +<p>Palamides, nothing loth, drew his weapon, and +so fierce a combat began in the midst of the arena<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</a></span> +that lords and ladies alike stood in their seats in +eagerness to behold it. But at the last Tristram +struck Palamides three mighty strokes on the helm, +crying with each stroke, "Take this for Sir Tristram's +sake!"</p> + +<p>So fierce were the blows that Palamides was felled +to the earth. Then the king with the hundred +knights dashed forward and brought Tristram his +horse. Palamides was horsed at the same time, and +with burning ire he rushed upon Tristram, spear in +rest, before he could make ready to meet him. But +Tristram lightly avoided the spear, and, enraged at +his repeated treachery, he caught him with both +hands by the neck as his horse bore him past, tore +him clean from the saddle, and carried him thus +ten spears' length across the field before he let him +fall.</p> + +<p>At that moment King Arthur spurred upon the +Cornish champion, sword in hand, and Tristram +fixed his spear to meet him, but with a sword-blow +Arthur cut the spear in two, and then dealt him +three or four vigorous strokes before he could draw. +But at the last Tristram drew his sword and assailed +the king with equal energy.</p> + +<p>This battle continued not long, for the press of +battling knights forced the combatants asunder. +Then Tristram rode hither and thither, striking +and parrying, so that that day he smote down in +all eleven of the good knights of King Ban's blood, +while all in seats and gallery shouted in loud acclaim +for the mighty warrior with the black shield.</p> + +<p>This cry met the ears of Lancelot, who was +engaged in another part of the field. Then he got<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</a></span> +a spear and came towards the cry. Seeing Tristram +standing without an antagonist, he cried out,—</p> + +<p>"Knight with the black shield, well and worthily +have you done; now make ready to joust with me."</p> + +<p>When Tristram heard this he put his spear in +rest, and both with lowered heads rode together +with lightning speed. Tristram's spear broke into +fragments on Lancelot's shield; but Lancelot, by +ill-fortune, smote him in the side, wounding him +deeply. He kept his saddle, however, and, drawing +his sword, rushed upon Lancelot and gave him three +such strokes that fire flew from his helm, and he +was forced to lower his head towards his saddle-bow. +This done, Tristram left the field, for he felt +as if he would die. But Dinadan espied him and +followed him into the forest.</p> + +<p>After Tristram left the lists, Lancelot fought like +a man beside himself, many a noble knight going +down before his spear and sword. King Arthur, +seeing against what odds he fought, came quickly +to his aid, with the knights of his own kindred, +and in the end they won the day against the king of +Northgalis and his followers. So the prize was +adjudged to Lancelot.</p> + +<p>But neither for king, queen, nor knights would +he accept it, and when the cry was raised by the +heralds,—</p> + +<p>"Sir Lancelot, Sir Lancelot has won the field this +day!" he bade them change, and cry instead,—</p> + +<p>"The knight with the black shield has won the +day."</p> + +<p>But the estates and the commonalty cried out +together,—</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</a></span>"Sir Lancelot has won the field, whoever say +nay!"</p> + +<p>This filled Lancelot with shame and anger, and +he rode with a lowering brow to King Arthur, to +whom he cried,—</p> + +<p>"The knight with the black shield is the hero +of the lists. For three days he held against all, +till he got that unlucky wound. The prize, I say, +is his."</p> + +<p>"Sir Tristram it is," said the king. "I heard +him shout his name three times when he gave those +mighty strokes to Palamides. Never better nor +nobler knight took spear or sword in hand. He +was hurt indeed; but when two noble warriors +encounter one must have the worst."</p> + +<p>"Had I known him I would not have hurt him +for all my father's lands," said Lancelot. "Only +lately he risked his life for me, when he fought +with thirty knights, with no help but Dinadan. +This is poor requital for his noble service."</p> + +<p>Then they sought Tristram in the forest, but in +vain. They found the place where his pavilion +had been pitched, but it was gone and all trace of +its owner vanished. Thereupon they returned to +the Castle of Maidens, where for three days was +held high feast and frolic, and where all who came +were warmly welcomed by King Arthur and Queen +Guenever.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[Pg 335]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<h4>THE QUEST OF THE TEN KNIGHTS.</h4> + + +<p>When Tristram was well within the forest shades, +he alighted and unlaced his armor and sought to +stanch his wound. But so pale did he become that +Dinadan thought he was like to die.</p> + +<p>"Never dread thee, Dinadan," said Tristram, +cheerily, "for I am heart whole, and of this wound +I shall soon be healed, by God's mercy."</p> + +<p>As they sat conversing Dinadan saw at a distance +Sir Palamides, who was riding straight upon them, +with seeming evil intent. Dinadan hastily bid +Tristram to withdraw, and offered himself to meet +the Saracen and take the chance of life and death +with him.</p> + +<p>"I thank you, Sir Dinadan, for your good will," +said Tristram, "but you shall see that I am able +to handle him."</p> + +<p>He thereupon hastily armed himself, and, mounting +his horse, rode to meet Palamides. Then a challenge +to joust passed between them, and they rode +together. But Tristram kept his seat and Palamides +got a grievous fall, and lay on the earth like +one dead.</p> + +<p>Leaving him there with a comrade, Tristram and +Dinadan rode on, and obtained lodging for that +night at the castle of an old knight, who had five +sons at the tournament.</p> + +<p>As for Palamides, when he recovered from his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[Pg 336]</a></span> +swoon, he well-nigh lost his wits through sheer vexation. +He rode headlong forward, wild with rage, +and meeting a deep stream sought to make his +horse leap it. But the horse fell in and was +drowned, and the knight himself reached shore only +by the barest chance.</p> + +<p>Now, mad with chagrin, he flung off his armor, +and sat roaring and crying like a man distracted. +As he sat there, a damsel passed by, who on seeing +his distressful state sought to comfort him, but in +vain. Then she rode on till she came to the old +knight's castle, where Tristram was, and told how +she had met a mad knight in the forest.</p> + +<p>"What shield did he bear?" asked Tristram.</p> + +<p>"It was indented with black and white," answered +the damsel.</p> + +<p>"That was Palamides. The poor fellow has lost +his wits through his bad luck. I beg that you +bring him to your castle, Sir Darras."</p> + +<p>This the old knight did, for the frenzy of the +Saracen had now passed, and he readily accompanied +him. On reaching the castle he looked curiously +at Tristram, whom he felt sure he had seen before, +but could not place him in his mind. But his anger +against his fortunate rival continued, and he boasted +proudly to Dinadan of what he would do when he +met that fellow Tristram.</p> + +<p>"It seems to me," answered Dinadan, "that you +met him not long since, and got little good of him. +Why did you not hold him when you had him in +your hands? You were too easy with the fellow +not to pummel him when you had so fine an +opportunity."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[Pg 337]</a></span>This scornful reply silenced the boastful Saracen, +who fell into an angry moodiness.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile King Arthur was sore at heart at +the disappearance of Tristram, and spoke in reproach +to Lancelot as being the cause of his loss.</p> + +<p>"My liege Arthur," answered Lancelot, "you +do me ill justice in this. When men are hot in +battle they may well hurt their friends as well as +their foes. As for Tristram, there is no man living +whom I would rather help. If you desire, I will +make one of ten knights who will go in search of +him, and not rest two nights in the same place for +a year until we find him."</p> + +<p>This offer pleased the king, who quickly chose +nine other knights for the quest, and made them +all swear upon the Scriptures to do as Lancelot +had proposed.</p> + +<p>With dawn of the next day these ten knights +armed themselves, and rode from the Castle of +Maidens, continuing in company until they came to +a roadside cross, from which ran out four highways. +Here they separated into four parties, each +of which followed one of the highways. And far +and wide they rode through field and forest for +many days in quest of the brave knight of Cornwall.</p> + +<p>Of them all, Sir Lucan, the butler, came nearest +to good fortune, for chance brought him to the castle +of the old knight, Sir Darras. Here he asked harbor, +sending in his name by the porter.</p> + +<p>"He shall not rest here unless he first joust with +me," cried Sir Daname, the old knight's nephew. +"Bid him make ready, for he must earn his +lodging."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[Pg 338]</a></span>But better had Daname held his peace, for Lucan +smote him over his horse's croup, and followed him +hotly when he fled into the castle.</p> + +<p>"This is a shame to our host," said Dinadan. +"Let me try conclusions with our doughty butler. +It will not do to let him take our castle by storm."</p> + +<p>He thereupon rode against Lucan, and fared still +worse, for he got for his pains a spear thrust through +the thigh. Then Tristram, in anger, armed and +followed Lucan, who had ridden on, in search of a +more peaceful place of shelter. Within a mile he +overtook him and bade him turn and joust. Nothing +loth, Lucan did so, and in his turn got a sore +fall, though he little dreamed that he had been +overthrown by the knight of his quest. At this +juncture another of the ten knights, Sir Uwaine, +came up, and seeing Sir Lucan's misfortune, rode +furiously against the victor. His luck was no better, +for he was hurled to the ground with a sorely +wounded side. Having thus revenged his comrades, +Tristram returned to the castle.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile a damsel from the Castle of Maidens +had come thither, and told Sir Darras a woeful +story. Of his five sons, three had been slain at +the tournament, and the other two were dangerously +wounded, all this having been done by the +knight of the black shield. Deep grief filled the +old knight's heart at this sad tale. But his sorrow +turned to rage when the damsel was shown +Tristram's shield and recognized it as that of the +champion of the tournament.</p> + +<p>"So," cried the old knight in a hot passion. "I +am harboring here my sons' murderer, and troubling<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[Pg 339]</a></span> +myself to give him noble cheer. By my father's +grave, I will revenge my boys' death on him and his +companions."</p> + +<p>Then in grief and rage he ordered his knights +and servants to seize Tristram, Dinadan, and Palamides, +and put them in a strong dungeon he had +in the keep of his castle.</p> + +<p>This was done before the three knights could +defend themselves, and for many days they lay in +this dismal cell, until Tristram grew so sick from +his wound and confinement that he came near to +dying. While they lay thus in durance vile some +knights of Darras's kindred came to the castle, +and on hearing the story wished to kill the captives, +but this the old knight would not permit, though +he determined to hold them close prisoners. So +deep in time grew Tristram's sickness that his +mind nearly failed him, and he was ready to slay +himself for pain and grief. Palamides gave him +what aid he could, though all the time he spoke +of his hatred to Tristram, the Cornishman, and +of the revenge he yet hoped to have. To this Tristram +made no reply, but smiled quietly.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the ten knights continued their fruitless +search, some here, some there, while one of +them, Gaheris, nephew to King Arthur, made his +way to King Mark's court, where he was well +received.</p> + +<p>As they sat at table together the king asked +his guest what tidings he brought from Arthur's +realm of Logris.</p> + +<p>"Sir," he answered, "King Arthur still reigns +nobly, and he lately presided at a grand tournament<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[Pg 340]</a></span> +where fought many of the noblest knights of +the kingdom. But best of them all was a valiant +knight who bore a black shield, and who kept the +lordship of the lists for three days."</p> + +<p>"Then by my crown it must have been Lancelot, +or Palamides the Pagan."</p> + +<p>"Not so. These knights were against him of the +black shield."</p> + +<p>"Was it Sir Tristram?" asked the king.</p> + +<p>"In sooth you have it now."</p> + +<p>The king held down his head at this, but La +Belle Isolde, who was at the feast, heard it with +great secret joy, and her love for Tristram grew +warmer in her soul.</p> + +<p>But King Mark nourished treason in his heart, +and sought within his brain some device to do +dishonor to Tristram and to Arthur's knights. +Soon afterward Uwaine came to his court and +challenged any knight of Cornwall to meet him +in the lists. Two of these, Andred, and Dinas the +seneschal, accepted the challenge, but both were +overthrown. Then King Mark in a fury cried out +against his knights, and Gaheris, as his guest, proffered +to meet the champion. But when Uwaine +saw his shield, he knew him for his own cousin, +and refused to joust with him, reproving him for +breaking his oath of fellowship as a Knight of +the Round Table.</p> + +<p>This reproof cut Gaheris deeply, and returning +to King Mark he took his leave of him and his +court, saying,—</p> + +<p>"Sir king, this I must say, that you did a foul +shame to yourself and your kingdom when you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[Pg 341]</a></span> +banished Sir Tristram. Had he stayed here you +would not have wanted a champion."</p> + +<p>All this added to the king's rage, and arming +himself he waylaid Uwaine at a secret place as he +was passing unawares, and ran him through the +body. But before he could kill him as he designed, +Kay the seneschal came that way and flew to the +aid of the wounded knight, while King Mark rode +in dastardly haste away. Kay sought to learn from +Uwaine who had hurt him, but this he was not able +to tell.</p> + +<p>He then bore him to a neighboring abbey of the +black cross, where he left him in the care of the +monks. Not far had he ridden from there when +he met King Mark, who accosted him courteously, +and bade him, if he sought an adventure, to ride +into the forest of Morris, where he would find one +to try his prowess.</p> + +<p>"I will prove what it is worth," said Kay, and +bade adieu to the king.</p> + +<p>A mile or two further on he met Gaheris, who, +learning his errand, warned him against doing anything +at the suggestion of King Mark, who meant +but treachery and harm.</p> + +<p>"Come with me, then," said Kay. "Adventures +are not so abundant, and we two should be able to +match the wiles of this dastard king."</p> + +<p>"I shall not fail you," said Gaheris.</p> + +<p>Into the forest they then rode till they came to +the edge of a little lake, known as the Perilous +Lake, and here they waited under the woodland +shadows.</p> + +<p>It was now night, but the moon rode high in the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[Pg 342]</a></span> +skies, and flung its silvery rays wide over the +forest glade. As they stood thus, there rode into +the moonlit opening a knight all in black armor +and on a great black horse, who tilted against Sir +Kay. The seneschal's horse was smaller than that +of the stranger, and was overthrown by the shock, +falling upon its rider, whom it bruised severely.</p> + +<p>During this encounter Gaheris had remained hidden +under the woodland shadows. He now cried +sternly,—</p> + +<p>"Knight, sit thou fast in thy saddle, for I will +revenge my fellow;" and rode against the black +knight with such fury that he was flung from his +horse. Then he turned to a companion of the +black knight, who now appeared, and hurled him +to the earth so violently that he came near to +breaking his neck in the fall.</p> + +<p>Leaping from his horse and helping Kay to his +feet, Gaheris sternly bade his antagonists to tell +their names or they should die.</p> + +<p>"Beware what you do," said the second knight. +"This is King Mark of Cornwall, and I am his +cousin Andred."</p> + +<p>"You are traitors both," cried Gaheris, in a +fury, "and have laid this ambush for us. It were +a pity to let such craven rascals live."</p> + +<p>"Spare my life," prayed the king, "and I will +make full amends."</p> + +<p>"You a king; and dealing in treachery!" cried +Gaheris. "You have lived long enough."</p> + +<p>With this he struck fiercely at King Mark with +his sword, while the dastard king cowered under +his shield. Kay attacked Andred at the same time.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[Pg 343]</a></span>King Mark now flung himself on his knees before +Gaheris and swore on the cross of his sword never +while he lived to do aught against errant knights. +And he also swore to be a friend unto Sir Tristram +if he should come into Cornwall.</p> + +<p>With this they let them go, though Kay was +eager to slay Andred, for his deeds of treachery +against his cousin Tristram. The two knights now +rode out of the kingdom of Cornwall, and soon +after met Lancelot, who asked them what tidings +they brought from King Mark's country, and if +they had learned aught of Tristram. They answered +that they had not, and told him of their +adventure, at which Lancelot smiled.</p> + +<p>"You will find it hard to take out of the flesh +that which is bred in the bone," he said.</p> + +<p>Then Lancelot, Kay, and Gaheris rode together +to seek Tristram in the country of Surluse, not +dreaming that he lay in prison not many miles +from the Castle of Maidens.</p> + +<p>Leaving them to pursue their useless journey, we +must return to the three prisoners. Tristram still +continued sick almost unto death, while Palamides, +while giving him daily care, continued to rail +loudly against him and to boast of how he would +yet deal with him. Of this idle boasting Dinadan +in time had more than he could bear, and broke +out angrily on the Saracen.</p> + +<p>"I doubt if you would do him harm if he were +here before you," he said; "for if a wolf and a +sheep were together in prison the wolf would leave +the sheep in peace. As for Sir Tristram, against +whom you rail like a scold, here he lies before you.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[Pg 344]</a></span> +Now do your worst upon him, Sir Saracen, while +he is too sick to defend himself."</p> + +<p>Surprise and shame overcame Palamides at this +announcement, and he dropped his head in confusion.</p> + +<p>"I have heard somewhat too much of your ill +will against me;" said Tristram, "but shall let it +pass at present, for we are in more danger here +from the lord of this place than from each other."</p> + +<p>As they spoke, a damsel brought them their noontide +meal, and said as she gave it them,—</p> + +<p>"Be of good cheer, sir knights, for you are in +no peril of your lives. So much I heard my lord, +Sir Darras, say this morning."</p> + +<p>"So far your news is good," cried Dinadan. +"Good for two of us at least, for this good knight +promises to die without waiting for the executioner."</p> + +<p>The damsel looked upon Tristram, and observing +the thinness of his face and hands, went and told +Sir Darras of what she had heard and seen.</p> + +<p>"That must not be," cried the knight. "God +defend that I should suffer those who came to me +for succor to die in my prison. Bring them hither."</p> + +<p>Then Tristram was brought to the castle hall +on his couch, with the other two knights beside him.</p> + +<p>"Sir knight," said the castle lord, "I am sorry +for your sickness, and would not have so noble a +knight as you die in prison, though I owe to you +the death of three of my sons."</p> + +<p>"As for that," said Tristram, "it was in fair +fight, and if they were my next of kin I could +not have done otherwise. If I had slain them by +treachery, I would have deserved death at your +hands."</p> + +<p>"You acted knightly, and for that reason I could +not put you to death," said Sir Darras. "You and +your fellows shall go at full liberty, with your +horses and armor, on this covenant, that you will +be a good friend to my two sons who are still living, +and that you tell me your name."</p> + +<p>"My name is Tristram de Lyonesse. I was born +in Cornwall, and am nephew to King Mark. And +I promise you by the faith of my body that while +I live I shall be a friend to you and your sons, for +what you have done to us was but by force of +nature."</p> + +<p>"If you be the good knight Sir Tristram, I am +sorry to have held you in durance, and thank you +for your proffer of service. But you must stay +with me still till you are well and strong."</p> + +<p>To this Tristram agreed, and staid many more +days with the old knight, growing well rapidly +under the healing influence of hope and liberty.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[Pg 345]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2> + +<h4>THE KNIGHT WITH THE COVERED SHIELD.</h4> + + +<p>When Tristram's strength had all come back +again he took his leave of Sir Darras, and rode +away with Palamides and Dinadan. Soon they +came to a cross-way, and here Tristram said,—</p> + +<p>"Good sirs, let us here take each his own road, +and many fair adventures may come to us all."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[Pg 346]</a></span>To this they agreed, and Tristram rode on along +the main highway, chance bringing him that night +to a castle in which was Queen Morgan le Fay. +Here he was given lodging and good cheer, but +when he was ready to depart the next day the queen +said to him,—</p> + +<p>"Sir knight, it is one thing to enter this castle +and another to leave it. You will not depart so +easily as you came. Know that you are a prisoner."</p> + +<p>"God forfend," said Tristram. "I am just released +from prison, and have had enough of that +regimen."</p> + +<p>"You shall stay here, nevertheless, till I learn +who you are and whence you came, but I promise +you no hard quarters."</p> + +<p>She set him, therefore, by her side at table, and +made so much of him that a knight who loved +her clutched his sword-hilt in jealous rage, half +disposed to rush upon Tristram and run him +through unawares.</p> + +<p>"Tell me your name," said the queen, at the end +of the repast, "and you shall depart when you +will."</p> + +<p>"Thanks for your promise, fair lady. My name +is Tristram de Lyonesse."</p> + +<p>"Then I am sorry I made so hasty a promise. +But I will hold to my word if you will engage +to bear a shield which I shall give you to the Castle +of the Hard Rock, where King Arthur has announced +that a tournament is to be held. I have +heard of your deeds of arms at the Castle of Maidens, +and hope you will do as much for me at this +new tournament."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[Pg 347]</a></span>"Let me see the shield that you wish me to +bear," asked Tristram.</p> + +<p>So the shield was brought. It was golden on +its face, and on it was painted a king and queen, +with a knight standing above them with a foot on +the head of each.</p> + +<p>"This is a fair shield," said Tristram; "but +what signifies the device?"</p> + +<p>"It signifies King Arthur and Queen Guenever," +said Morgan, "and a knight that holds them both +in bondage."</p> + +<p>"And who is the knight?"</p> + +<p>"That you shall not know at present."</p> + +<p>So Tristram took the shield, not dreaming that +it was intended as a rebuke to Sir Lancelot, and +promised to bear it at the tournament.</p> + +<p>But as he rode away he was followed by Sir +Hemison, the knight who loved Morgan le Fay, and +whose jealous anger had been roused. Overtaking +Tristram before he had gone far, he rushed upon +him at the speed of his horse, crying, in a voice +of thunder,—</p> + +<p>"Sir knight, defend yourself!"</p> + +<p>This Tristram did with good effect, for his assailant's +spear broke upon his body, while he thrust +him through and hurled him to the earth with a +mortal wound.</p> + +<p>"Fool, you have brought it on yourself," said +Tristram. "It is not my fault if you got what +you designed for me."</p> + +<p>Then he rode on, and left the wounded knight +to the care of his squire, who removed his helmet, +and asked if his life was in any danger.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[Pg 348]</a></span>"There is little life in me," said the knight, +"and that is ebbing fast. Therefore help me to +my saddle, and mount behind me and hold me on +so that I shall not fall, and so bring me to Queen +Morgan le Fay. For deep draughts of death draw +to my heart, and I would fain speak to her before +I die."</p> + +<p>The squire did as commanded, and brought his +bleeding master to the castle, but he died as he +entered the hall, falling lifeless at the feet of the +lady of his love. Much she wept and great lamentation +she made for his untimely fate, and buried +him in a stately tomb, on which was written, +"Here lieth Sir Hemison, slain by the hands of +Tristram de Lyonesse."</p> + +<p>On the next day Tristram arrived at the castle +of Roche-dure, where he saw the lists prepared +for the tournament, with gay pennons flying, while +full five hundred tents were pitched in a fair +meadow by the gates. Over the seats of honor +were silken canopies, that shaded noble lords and +beautiful ladies clad in gay apparel. Within the +lists the kings of Scotland and Ireland held out +strongly against King Arthur's knights, and dread +was the noise and turmoil within.</p> + +<p>Tristram at once joined in the fray, and smote +down many knights; King Arthur marvelling the +while at the device on his shield, while Guenever +grew heavy at heart, for well she guessed its +meaning.</p> + +<p>Ever King Arthur's eye was on that shield, and +much he wondered who the knight could be, for +he had heard that Tristram was in Brittany, and he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[Pg 349]</a></span> +knew that Lancelot was in quest of him, while +he knew no other knight of equal prowess.</p> + +<p>As the combat went on, Arthur's knights drove +back their antagonists, who began to withdraw +from the field. On seeing this the king determined +that the knight with the strange shield +should not escape, so he armed and called Sir +Uwaine, entering the lists with him and riding up +to confront the unknown knight.</p> + +<p>"Sir stranger," said the king, "before we fight, +I require you to tell me where you got that shield."</p> + +<p>"I had it from Morgan le Fay, sister to King +Arthur," answered Tristram.</p> + +<p>"Then, if you are worthy to bear it, you are able +to tell me its meaning."</p> + +<p>"That I cannot," answered the knight. "It was +given me by Queen Morgan, not through any asking +of mine. She told me not what it signified, nor do +I know, but I promised to bear it worthily."</p> + +<p>"In truth," said Arthur, "no knight should bear +arms he cannot understand. But at least you will +tell me your name."</p> + +<p>"To what intent?" asked Tristram.</p> + +<p>"Simply that I wish to know."</p> + +<p>"That is small reason. I decline to tell you."</p> + +<p>"If not, we must do battle together."</p> + +<p>"What!" cried Tristram; "you will fight me +on so small a cause? My name is my own, to be +given or withheld as I will. It is not honorable +for a fresh knight to challenge me to battle, after +all I have done this day. But if you think you +have me at advantage, you may find that I am +able to hold my own."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[Pg 350]</a></span>Then they put their spears in rest and furiously +dashed together across the lists. But King Arthur's +spear shivered to splinters on Tristram's shield, +while he himself got such a blow from the Cornish +knight that horse and man fell headlong to the +earth, the king with a dangerous wound in the side.</p> + +<p>When Uwaine saw this he reined back his horse +in haste, and crying loudly, "Knight, defend thyself!" +he rode furiously on Tristram. But man +fared no better than master. Uwaine was borne +out of his saddle to the earth, while Tristram sat +unmoved.</p> + +<p>Then Tristram wheeled his horse and said,—</p> + +<p>"Fair sirs, I had no need to joust with you, for +I have done enough to-day; but you forced me +to it."</p> + +<p>"We have had what we deserved," answered +Arthur. "Yet I would fain know your name, and +would further learn if that device on your shield +is intended as an insult to King Arthur."</p> + +<p>"That you must ask Morgan le Fay: she alone +knows. But report says she does not love her royal +brother over much. Yet she told me not what it +means, and I have borne it at her command. As +for my name, it shall be known when I will."</p> + +<p>So Tristram departed, and rode far over hill and +dale, everywhere seeking for Lancelot, with whom +he in his heart wished to make fellowship. As he +went on he came by a forest, on the edge of which +stood a tall tower, and in front of it a fair level +meadow. And here he saw one knight fighting +against ten, and bearing himself so well that it +seemed marvellous that a single man could hold<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[Pg 351]</a></span> +his own so bravely against such odds. He had slain +half their horses, and unhorsed the remaining +knights, so that their chargers ran free in the +field. The ten had then assailed him on foot, and +he was bearing up bravely against them.</p> + +<p>"Cease that battle!" cried Tristram, loudly, as +he came up. "Ten to one are cowards' odds." +And as he came nearer he saw by his shield that +the one knight was Sir Palamides.</p> + +<p>"You would be wise not to meddle," said the +leader of the ten, who was the villanous knight +called Breuse San Pité. "Go your way while your +skin is whole. As for this knight, he is our prey."</p> + +<p>"Say you so!" cried Tristram. "There may be +two words to that."</p> + +<p>As he spoke he sprang from his horse, lest they +should kill it, and attacked them on foot with such +fury that with every stroke a knight fell before him.</p> + +<p>This was more than they had bargained for, and +Breuse fled hastily to the tower, followed by all +that were able, while Tristram hotly pursued. But +they quickly closed and barred the door, shutting +him out. When he saw this he returned to Palamides, +whom he found sitting under a tree, sorely +wounded.</p> + +<p>"Thanks for your timely aid," said the Saracen. +"You have saved my life."</p> + +<p>"What is your name?" asked Tristram.</p> + +<p>"It is Sir Palamides."</p> + +<p>"Then have I saved my greatest enemy; and I +here challenge you to battle."</p> + +<p>"What is your name?" asked Palamides.</p> + +<p>"I am Tristram of Lyonesse."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[Pg 352]</a></span>"My enemy indeed! yet I owe you thanks for +your rescue, nor am I in condition for jousting. +But I desire nothing better than to meet you in +battle. If you are as eager for it, fix day and place, +and I will be there."</p> + +<p>"Well said," answered Tristram. "Let it be in +the meadow by the river at Camelot, there where +Merlin set the tombstone."</p> + +<p>"Agreed. I shall not fail you."</p> + +<p>"How came you in battle with these ten +dastards?"</p> + +<p>"The chance of journeying brought me into +this forest, where I saw a dead knight with a lady +weeping beside him. I asked her who slew her +lord, and she told me it was the most villanous +knight in the world, named Breuse Sans Pité. I +then took her on my horse and promised to see +that her lord was properly interred. But as I +passed by this tower its rascally owner suddenly +rode from the gate and struck me unawares so hard +that I fell from my horse. Before I could recover +he killed the lady. It was thus the battle began, +at which you arrived in good time."</p> + +<p>"It is not safe for you to stay here," said Tristram. +"That fellow is out of our reach for the +present, but you are not in condition to meet him +again."</p> + +<p>So they mounted and rode into the forest, where +they soon came to a sparkling fountain, whose clear +water bubbled freshly from the ground. Here they +alighted and refreshed themselves.</p> + +<p>As they did so Tristram's horse neighed loudly +and was answered by another horse near by. They<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[Pg 353]</a></span> +mounted and rode towards the sound, and quickly +came in sight of a great war-horse tied to a tree. +Under an adjoining tree lay a knight asleep, in +full armor, save that his helmet was placed under +his head for a pillow.</p> + +<p>"A stout-looking fellow that," said Tristram. +"What shall we do?"</p> + +<p>"Awake him," said Palamides.</p> + +<p>Tristram did so, stirring him with the butt of +his spear.</p> + +<p>But they had better have let him sleep, for he +sprang angrily to his feet, put on his helmet in +haste, and mounting his war-horse seized his spear. +Without a word he spurred upon Tristram and +struck him such a blow as to fling him from his +saddle to the earth. Then he galloped back and +came hurling upon Palamides, whom he served in +the same rude fashion. Leaving them laying there, +he turned his horse and rode leisurely away.</p> + +<p>When the two overthrown knights gained their +feet again, they looked at one another with faces +of shame and anger.</p> + +<p>"Well, what now?" asked Tristram. "That is +the worst waking I ever did in my life. By my +troth, I did not fancy there was a knight in Arthur's +realm that could have served you and me such a +trick. Whatever you do, I am going after this +woodland champion to have a fairer trial."</p> + +<p>"So would I were I well," said Palamides. "But +I am so hurt that I must seek rest with a friend +of mine near by."</p> + +<p>"I can trust you to meet me at the place +appointed?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[Pg 354]</a></span>"I have cause to have more doubt of you than +you of me; for if you follow this strong knight +you may not escape with whole bones from the +adventure. I wish you success."</p> + +<p>"And I wish you health."</p> + +<p>With these words they parted, each riding his +own way.</p> + +<p>But news came to Tristram as he rode on that +would have turned many a knight from that adventure. +For the first day he found a dead knight +and a lady weeping over him, who said that her +lord had jousted with a strong champion, who had +run him through. On the third day he met the +good knights Gawaine and Bleoberis, both wounded, +who said they had been so served by a knight with +a covered shield.</p> + +<p>"He treated me and Palamides the same way," +said Tristram, "and I am on his track to repay +him."</p> + +<p>"By my faith, you had best turn back," said +Gawaine.</p> + +<p>"By my head, I will not," said Tristram, and +he rode on in pursuit.</p> + +<p>The next day he met Kay the seneschal and +Dinadan in a meadow.</p> + +<p>"What tidings have you?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Not good," they answered.</p> + +<p>"Tell me what they are. I ride in search of a +knight."</p> + +<p>"What cognizance does he bear?"</p> + +<p>"He carries a shield covered by a cloth."</p> + +<p>"Then you are not far from him," said Kay. +"We lodged last night in a widow's house, and that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[Pg 355]</a></span> +knight sought the same lodging. And when he +knew we were of Arthur's court he spoke villanous +things of the king, and worse of Queen Guenever. +The next day we waged battle with him for this +insult. But at the first encounter he flung me from +my horse with a sore hurt. And when Dinadan +here saw me down he showed more prudence than +valor, for he fled to save his skin."</p> + +<p>After some further words Tristram rode on; +but days passed and he found not the knight with +the covered shield, though he heard more tales of +his irresistible prowess. Then, finding that his +armor was bruised and broken with long use, he +sent Gouvernail, his squire, to a city near by to +bring him fresh apparel, and rested at a priory till +he came.</p> + +<p>On Gouvernail's return he donned his new armor, +and turned his horse's head towards Camelot, seeking +the point where he had engaged to do battle +with Palamides. This was at the tomb of Lanceor, +son of the king of Ireland, who had been slain by +Balin, and whose lady Columbe had slain herself, as +we have already told. His tomb had been set up +near the river by Merlin, and it had become a place +of pilgrimage for true lovers and faithful wedded +pairs.</p> + +<p>Tristram did not get there without more battling, +for the roads around Camelot then swarmed with +errant knights, eager to show their strength. Yet +he was none the worse for these encounters when he +rode up to the tomb where he hoped to find Palamides +in waiting. But instead of the Saracen he +saw a knight approaching in white armor, who bore +a shield covered with a dark cloth.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[Pg 356]</a></span>"Sir knight, you are welcome; none more so," +cried Tristram. "I have sought you far and near, +and have an ugly fall to repay you for; and also +owe you a lesson for your revilement of King +Arthur and his fair queen."</p> + +<p>"Shorter words and longer deeds would serve +better," said the stranger knight. "Make ready, +my good fellow, if one fall is not enough to satisfy +you."</p> + +<p>Then they rode apart to a fair distance, and +putting spurs to their horses hurtled together with +headlong speed. So fiercely met they, indeed, that +horses and knights together went toppling to the +earth, both those brave warriors kissing the dust.</p> + +<p>With all haste they regained their feet, put their +shields before them, and struck at each other with +bright swords like men of might. The battle that +followed was such a one as that ground had never +seen, for those two knights seemed rather giants +than men. For four hours they kept up the combat, +neither speaking a word, till at the end their +armor was hewn off in many places, and blood had +flowed from their wounds till the grass was turned +from green to crimson.</p> + +<p>The squires looked on in wonder, and boasted +of the might of their lords, though their hearts +grew heavy when they saw the bright swords so +reddened with blood.</p> + +<p>At last the unknown knight rested on his weapon, +and said,—</p> + +<p>"Sir stranger, you are the best fighter I ever +saw in armor. I would know you better, and beg +to learn your name."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[Pg 357]</a></span>"I care not to tell it," said Tristram.</p> + +<p>"Why not? I never make my name a secret."</p> + +<p>"Then pray tell it, for I would give much to +know the name of the stoutest knight I ever drew +sword upon."</p> + +<p>"Fair sir, my name is Lancelot du Lake."</p> + +<p>"Alas, can this be so? Have I fought thus +against the man I love best in the world?"</p> + +<p>"Then who are you?"</p> + +<p>"My name is Tristram de Lyonesse."</p> + +<p>"Oh, what strange chance is this! Take my +sword, Sir Tristram, for you have earned it well."</p> + +<p>And he knelt and yielded Tristram his sword.</p> + +<p>Tristram in turn knelt and yielded up his. And +thus with exchange of words they gave each other +the degree of brotherhood. Then they sat together +on the stone, and took off their helms to cool their +heated faces, and kissed each other with brotherly +ardor.</p> + +<p>When they had rested and conversed long in the +most loving amity, and their squires had salved +and bandaged their wounds, they mounted and rode +towards Camelot.</p> + +<p>Near the gates of the city they met Gawaine +and Gaheris, who were setting out in search of +Tristram, having promised King Arthur never to +return till they could bring the valiant knight of +Cornwall with them.</p> + +<p>"Return, then, for your quest is done," said +Lancelot. "I have found Sir Tristram, and here +he is in person."</p> + +<p>"Then, by my life, you are heartily welcome!" +cried Gawaine. "You have eased me from great<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[Pg 358]</a></span> +labor, and there are ten others seeking you. Why +came you hither of yourself?"</p> + +<p>"I had a challenge with Sir Palamides to do +battle with him at Lanceor's tomb this day, and +I know not why he has failed me. By lucky chance +my lord Lancelot and I met there, and well have +we tried each other's strength."</p> + +<p>Thus conversing they came to the court, where +King Arthur, when he learned the name of Lancelot's +companion, was filled with joy. Taking +Tristram warmly by both hands, he welcomed him +to Camelot.</p> + +<p>"There is no other man in the world whom I +would so gladly have here," he said. "Much have +you been sought for since you left the tournament, +but in vain. I would fain learn your adventures."</p> + +<p>These Tristram told, and the king was amazed +when he learned that it was he who had overthrown +him at the Castle of Hard Rock. Then he told of +his pursuit of the knight with the covered shield, +and of the deeds he had done.</p> + +<p>"By our faith," cried Gawaine, Bleoberis, and +Kay, "we can testify to that, for he left us all on +the ground."</p> + +<p>"Aha! who could this strong fellow have been?" +asked Arthur. "Did any of you know him?"</p> + +<p>They all declared that he was a stranger to them, +though Tristram kept silent.</p> + +<p>"If you know not, I do; it was Lancelot or +none," cried the king.</p> + +<p>"In faith, I fancy so," said Tristram, "for I +found him to-day, and we had a four hours' fight +together, before each found out the other."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[Pg 359]</a></span>"So," they all cried, "it is he who has beguiled +us with his covered shield!"</p> + +<p>"You say truly," answered Lancelot, with a +smile. "And I called myself an enemy of King +Arthur so that none should suspect me. I was in +search of sport."</p> + +<p>"That is an old trick of yours," said Arthur.</p> + +<p>"One must go in disguise in these days, or go +untried," laughed Lancelot.</p> + +<p>Then Queen Guenever, and many ladies of the +court, learning that Tristram was there, came and +bade him welcome, ladies and knights together +crying, "Welcome, Sir Tristram! welcome to +Camelot!"</p> + +<p>"Welcome, indeed," said Arthur, "to one of the +best and gentlest knights of the world, and the +man of highest esteem. For of all modes of hunting, +you bear the prize, and of all bugle hunting +calls you are the origin, and all the terms of hunting +and hawking began with you; on all instruments +of music no man surpasses you: therefore, +you are trebly welcome to this court. And here +I pray you to grant me a boon."</p> + +<p>"I am at your command," said Tristram.</p> + +<p>"It is that you abide in my court, and be one +of my knights."</p> + +<p>"That I am loath to do, for I have work laid +out elsewhere."</p> + +<p>"Yet you have passed your word. You shall +not say me nay."</p> + +<p>"Then be it as you will," said Tristram.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<a name="Admission_Pg_359" id="Admission_Pg_359"></a><img src="images/p359.jpg" width="500" height="281" alt="ADMISSION OF SIR TRISTRAM TO THE KING OF THE ROUND TABLE." title="ADMISSION OF SIR TRISTRAM TO THE KING OF THE ROUND TABLE." /> +<span class="caption">ADMISSION OF SIR TRISTRAM TO THE KING OF THE ROUND TABLE.</span> +</div> + +<p>These words spoken, Arthur took Tristram by +the hand and led him to the Round Table, going<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[Pg 360]</a></span> +with him round its circle, and looking into every +seat that lacked a knight. When at length he +came to that in which Sir Marhaus had formerly +sat, he saw there engraved in letters of gold, "This +is the seat of the noble knight Sir Tristram."</p> + +<p>Then Arthur made Tristram a Knight of the +Round Table with noble ceremony and great pomp, +and with feasts that lasted many days. Glad were +all there to have a knight of such prowess and high +esteem in their company, and many friends Tristram +made among his new brothers-in-arms.</p> + +<p>But chief of all these was Lancelot, and for days +together Lancelot and Tristram kept genial company, +while their brotherhood gave joy to all, and +most of all to King Arthur, who felt that the glory +of his reign was now at its height, and that two such +knights as these would spread the renown of the +Round Table throughout the world.</p> + +<p>END OF VOL. I.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>Transcriber's Note:</p> + +<p>1. Minor punctuation errors have been corrected.</p> + +<p>2. Fifteen spelling errors have been corrected as follows:</p> + +<p class="indent">Pg 38 "Tintagel" to "Tintagil" (15) (the Duke of Tintagil)</p> + +<p class="indent">Pg 74 "churchyard" to "church-yard" (4) (near a church-yard)</p> + +<p class="indent">Pg 114 "way-side" to "wayside" (2) (they reached a wayside)</p> + +<p class="indent">Pg 166 "eat" to "ate" (of which Kay ate heartily)</p> + +<p class="indent">Pg 200 "vassels" to "vassals" (4) (dead or my vassals)</p> + +<p class="indent">Pg 206 "swept" to "wept" (wept for pity.)</p> + +<p class="indent">Pg 212 "therefor" to "therefore" (and sureties therefore.")</p> + +<p class="indent">Pg 223 "Badgemagus" to "Bagdemagus" (11) (King Bagdemagus)</p> + +<p class="indent">Pg 246 "togther" to "together" (together in furious)</p> + +<p class="indent">Pg 281 "threatingly" to "threateningly" (shook the sword threateningly)</p> + +<p class="indent">Pg 284 "say" to "saw" (when he saw him coming)</p> + +<p class="indent">Pg 287 "beleagured" to "beleaguered" (a hundred beleaguered him)</p> + +<p class="indent">Pg 291 "is" to "if" (seemed as if she returned his love)</p> + +<p class="indent">Pg 298 "Taulurd" to "Taulard" (2) (brother to that Taulard)</p> + +<p class="indent">Pg 336 "wellnigh" to "well-nigh" (2) (he well-nigh lost his wits)<br /> +<br /></p> + +<p>3. 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