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Edition d'Elite

HISTORICAL TALES

The Romance of Reality

by

CHARLES MORRIS

Author of "Half-Hours with the Best American Authors," "Tales
from the Dramatists," etc.

In Fifteen Volumes

VOLUME XIII

King Arthur

1


J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY

PHILADELPHIA AND LONDON


Copyright, 1891, by J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY.

Copyright, 1904, by J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY.

Copyright, 1908, by J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY.

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[Illustration: FURNESS ABBEY.]




                          CONTENTS OF VOLUME I.


                                 BOOK I.

                        HOW ARTHUR WON THE THRONE.

      CHAPTER.                                                      PAGE.

        I.--THE MAGIC SWORD                                           19

       II.--ARTHUR'S WARS AND THE MYSTERY OF HIS BIRTH                28

      III.--THE LADY OF THE LAKE                                      39

       IV.--GUENEVER AND THE ROUND TABLE                              46


                                 BOOK II.

                           THE DEEDS OF BALIN.

        I.--HOW BALIN WON AND USED THE ENCHANTED SWORD                55

       II.--HOW ARTHUR TRIUMPHED OVER THE KINGS                       65

      III.--HOW BALIN GAVE THE DOLOROUS STROKE                        72

       IV.--THE FATE OF BALIN AND BALAN                               81

        V.--MERLIN'S FOLLY AND FATE                                   89


                                 BOOK III.

                       THE TREASON OF MORGAN LE FAY.

        I.--THE ADVENTURE OF THE ENCHANTED SHIP                       94

       II.--THE COMBAT OF ARTHUR AND ACCOLAN                         102

      III.--HOW MORGAN CHEATED THE KING                              110

       IV.--THE COUNTRY OF STRANGE ADVENTURES                        120


                                 BOOK IV.

                            LANCELOT DU LAKE.

        I.--HOW TROUBLE CAME TO LIONEL AND HECTOR                    137

       II.--THE CONTEST OF THE FOUR QUEENS                           143

      III.--HOW LANCELOT AND TURQUINE FOUGHT                         153

       IV.--THE CHAPEL AND PERILOUS                                  164

        V.--THE ADVENTURE OF THE FALCON                              174


                                 BOOK V.

                      THE ADVENTURES OF BEAUMAINS.

        I.--THE KNIGHTING OF KAY'S KITCHEN BOY                       179

       II.--THE BLACK, THE GREEN, AND THE RED KNIGHTS                187

      III.--THE RED KNIGHT OF THE RED LAWNS                          201

       IV.--HOW BEAUMAINS WON HIS BRIDE                              212


                                 BOOK VI.

                 TRISTRAM OF LYONESSE AND THE FAIR ISOLDE.

        I.--HOW TRISTRAM WAS KNIGHTED                                238

       II.--LA BELLA ISOLDE                                          249

      III.--THE WAGER OF BATTLE                                      258

       IV.--THE DRAUGHT OF LOVE                                      267

        V.--THE PERILS OF TRUE LOVE                                  275

       VI.--THE MADNESS OF SIR TRISTRAM                              289


                                 BOOK VII.

                       HOW TRISTRAM CAME TO CAMELOT.

        I.--TRISTRAM AND DINADAN                                     304

       II.--ON THE ROAD TO THE TOURNAMENT                            312

      III.--AT THE CASTLE OF MAIDENS                                 322

       IV.--THE QUEST OF THE TEN KNIGHTS                             335

        V.--THE KNIGHT WITH THE COVERED SHIELD                       345




                           LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

                            KING ARTHUR. VOL. I.


                                                                    PAGE

      FURNESS ABBEY                                  _Frontispiece_.

      STATUE OF KING ARTHUR AT INNSBRUCK                              24

      KING ARTHUR'S FAIR LOVE                                         48

      KING ARTHUR'S TOMB                                              70

      MERLIN AND NIMUE                                                89

      THE GREAT FOREST                                                94

      NIMUE                                                          105

      THE LOVE OF PELLEAS AND NIMUE                                  134

      DREAM OF SIR LANCELOT                                          139

      OLD ARCHES OF THE ABBEY WALL                                   149

      KING ARTHUR'S ROUND TABLE, WINCHESTER CATHEDRAL                179

      BEAUMAINS, DAMSEL, AND DWARF                                   213

      THE JOYOUS WEDDING                                             235

      SIR TRISTRAM HARPING TO ISOLDE                                 250

      A CASTLE OF CORNWALL                                           258

      TRISTRAM AND THE FAIR ISOLDE                                   273

      THE CLIFFS ABOVE THE SEA                                       288

      TINTAGIL KING ARTHUR'S CASTLE                                  302

      TRISTRAM THEREUPON DEPARTED TO HIS PAVILION                    325

      ADMISSION OF SIR TRISTRAM TO THE KING OF THE
      ROUND TABLE                                                    359

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INTRODUCTORY.


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 _Pendragon_. The powerful ray represented his
great son Arthur, destined to become the flower of chivalry, and the
favorite hero of mediaeval romance.

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.

The Arthur of the legends, of the Welsh and Breton ballads, of the later
_Chansons de Geste_, 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 mediaeval 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 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.

The ballads and romances in which the King Arthur of mediaeval 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.

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 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.

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 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 "Encyclopaedia Britannica," whose writer says that the
Arthurian legends "were converted into a magnificent prose poem by Sir
Thomas Malory in 1461. Malory's _Morte Darthur_ is as truly _the_ epic
of the English mind as the _Iliad_ is the epic of the Greek mind."

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 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.

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 mediaeval
predecessors.

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, 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.

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.

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 the reader
a group of real men and women, not a series of lay-figures on a
background of romance, as in his originals.

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.

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.

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 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.

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 mediaeval 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 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.

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.




                              KING ARTHUR
                                AND THE
                       KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE.




                                 BOOK I.

                       HOW ARTHUR WON THE THRONE.




CHAPTER I.

THE MAGIC SWORD.


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.

Before the days of Arthur the King, there reigned over all England Uther
Pendragon, a monarch of 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.

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.

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.

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 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."

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.

"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."

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.

"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."

New Year's day came, and no man yet had drawn 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.

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.

"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.

"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."

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 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.

"I have brought your sword," he said.

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,--

"Behold! Here is the sword of the stone! I that bear it am the destined
king of England's realm."

Sir Hector looked at him in doubt, and beheld the blade he bore with
deep surprise.

"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."

Reaching the church, he made Kay swear upon the book how he came by that
weapon, for greatly he doubted.

"I have not said I drew it," Kay replied, sullenly. "In truth, it was
not achieved by me. Arthur brought me the sword."

"Arthur!" cried the lord. "Arthur brought it! How got you it, boy?"

"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."

"Were there no knights about it?"

"None, sir."

"Then the truth is plain. God's will has been revealed. You are the
destined king of England."

"I?" cried Arthur, in surprise. "Wherefore I?"

"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?"

"I can try," said Arthur, and with an easy thrust he sunk the blade
deeply into the stone.

Then Sir Hector and Kay pulled at the hilt with all their strength, but
failed to move the weapon.

"Now you shall try," they said to Arthur.

Thereupon the youth seized the hilt, and with a light effort the magic
sword came out naked in his hand.

"You are our king!" cried Sir Hector, kneeling on the earth, and Kay
beside him.

"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."

[Illustration: STATUE OF KING ARTHUR AT INNSBRUCK.]

"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."

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.

"Sir," said Hector, "will you be my good and gracious lord when you are
king?"

"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."

"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."

"By the faith of my body, I promise," said Arthur. "No man but he shall
have that office while he and I live."

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.

After all had tried and failed, Arthur was brought 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.

"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."

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.

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.

At the feast of Pentecost lords and knights gathered 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,--

"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."

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.

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.

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.




CHAPTER II.

ARTHUR'S WARS AND THE MYSTERY OF HIS BIRTH.


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.

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.

On receiving this defiant message, Arthur threw 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.

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.

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.

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.

"What do you propose to do?" said Merlin to the kings. "If you take a
wise man's advice you will withdraw, for I tell you that you shall not
prevail here, were you ten times as many."

"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.

"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."

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 was slain beneath him, and he hurled to the ground.

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.

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.

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.

"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."

"What then shall we do?" asked the barons.

"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."

"It is well counselled," said the king and his barons.

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.

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.

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 great
battle, but by its portent none were dismayed, for they felt too secure
in their strength to heed the warning of a dream.

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:

"To arms! lords and knights, to arms! The enemy is upon us! To arms! to
arms!"

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.

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.

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 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.

When night approached, the hostile force was driven across a little
stream, the eleven warrior kings still valiantly facing the victorious
foe.

Then came Merlin into the press of struggling knights, mounted on a
great black horse, and cried to Arthur,--

"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."

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.

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, 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.

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.

"Sir," he said to the king, "will you give me a gift?"

"Why should I do so, churl?" asked the king.

"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."

"Who told you that, churl?"

"Merlin told me so."

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.

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.

"I may well be so," replied Arthur, "for I have much to make me think."

"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."

"That is false," rejoined the king. "How should a boy of your years know
my father?"

"He was Uther Pendragon, the king," replied the seeming boy, "and you
are of royal blood."

"How can you know that? I will not believe you without better proof,"
said Arthur.

At these words the child departed, but quickly after there came to the
king an old man of fourscore years.

"Why are you so sad?" asked the old man.

"For many things," replied Arthur. "Here but now was a child who told me
things which it seems to me he could not know."

"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."

"Who are you," said Arthur, "that tell me these things?"

"I am Merlin," replied the old man. "And I was the child who came to
you."

"You are a marvellous man," replied Arthur. "But how can you know that I
shall die in battle?"

"How I know matters not, but this much more 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."

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.

"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."

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.

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.

"Beware what you say," cried the king. "Those are strong words, and this
lady is my guest."

"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 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."

"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."

"Then," said Ulfius, "Merlin is more to blame than you."

"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."

Then Merlin took the king by the hand and led him to Queen Igraine.

"This is your mother," he said.

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.

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.

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.




CHAPTER III.

THE LADY OF THE LAKE.


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.

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.

"Thou art but young for such a task," said Arthur.

"I beseech you for the honor of it," pleaded Griflet. "I have done you
knightly service."

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 through his body, and scarce able to sit his horse for
weakness. He had met the knight, and barely escaped with his life.

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.

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.

"O Merlin," cried Arthur, "for all your craft you would have been slain,
had I not come to your aid."

"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."

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.

"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."

"He who is grieved with my custom may amend it if he will," said the
knight.

"I shall amend it," said Arthur.

"I shall defend it," replied the knight.

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.

"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."

"I agree," said Arthur.

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.

Then Arthur drew his sword eagerly and cried:

"Sir knight, I have lost the honor of horseback, and will fight you on
foot."

"I will meet you on horse," replied the knight.

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.

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.

"You are in my power," cried the knight. "Yield you as overcome and
recreant, or you shall die."

"As for death," said Arthur, "it will be welcome when it comes, but I
had rather die than be so shamed."

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.

At this perilous moment Merlin advanced.

"Knight, hold thy hand," he cried. "You little know in what peril you
put this realm, or who the warrior is beneath your sword."

"Who is he?" asked the knight.

"He is King Arthur."

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.

"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."

"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."

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,--

"I have no sword. I shall be ill put to it should I meet a champion."

"Heed not that," said Merlin. "That loss will be soon repaired."

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.

"Lo! yonder is the sword I spoke of," said Merlin.

Then another wonder met their eyes, for a woman came walking towards
them upon the surface of the lake.

"What damsel is that?" asked Arthur. "And what means all this wondrous
thing?"

"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."

Soon came the damsel to them and saluted Arthur, who courteously
returned her salutation.

"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."

"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."

"By my faith," rejoined Arthur, "I will give you whatever gift you may
ask, if it be within reason and justice."

"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."

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.

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, for the blade seemed to him of rare
promise.

"Which like you the better, the sword or the scabbard?" asked Merlin.

"The sword," answered Arthur.

"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."

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.

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.

"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."

And so the messenger departed.




CHAPTER IV.

GUENEVER AND THE ROUND TABLE.


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.

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.

So it fell upon a time that Arthur said to Merlin,--

"My barons give me no peace, but day by day insist that I shall take a
wife. But whether I marry or not, I shall take no step without your
counsel and advice."

"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?"

"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."

"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."

"You speak the truth," said Arthur.

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.

"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 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."

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.

When King Arthur heard of their coming his heart was filled with joy,
and he said to those around him,--

"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."

He ordered the marriage and coronation to be prepared for in royal pomp,
but with no needless delay.

"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."

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.

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,--

[Illustration: Copyright by Frederick Hollyer, London, England.

KING ARTHUR'S FAIR LOVE.]

"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."

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.

"What is the reason of this?" asked Arthur. "Why are there two seats
lacking?"

"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."

Anon came young Gawaine, the son of King Lot, a squire of handsome mien,
who asked of the king a gift.

"Ask, and I shall grant it," answered the king.

"I ask that you make me knight on the day you wed fair Guenever."

"That shall I do willingly," said Arthur, "and with what worship I may,
since you are my nephew, my sister's son."

[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; 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.]

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.

"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."

"That is true," said the king. "What would you have?"

"Jesu save you, most gracious king. I ask nothing more than that you
make my son a knight."

"It is a great thing you ask," said the king. "Who are you, and what
claim has your son to this high honor?"

"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."

"What is thy name?" the king asked the young man.

"Sir, my name is Tor."

The king looked at him closely. He was of handsome face, and was very
well made and strong of limb and body.

"Where is the sword with which this youth shall be made knight?" asked
the king.

"It is here," said Tor.

"Then draw it from the scabbard, and require me to make you a knight."

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.

"A knight I will make you," answered the king. "But the Round Table is
not for untried youth."

Thereupon he smote him upon the neck with the sword, and said,--

"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."

"Now, Merlin," said Arthur, "tell me whether this Tor will be a good
knight or not."

"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."

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.

Then Merlin took Pellinore by the hand and led him to the seat next the
Seat Perilous.

"This is your place at the Round Table," he said. "There is none here so
worthy as yourself to sit therein."

At a later hour of that eventful day, in the city of London, and at the
Church of Saint Stephen, 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.

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.

"For you shall see a strange and marvellous happening," he said.

Hardly had he spoken before there came running a white hart into the
hall, closely followed by a white brachet,[1] 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.

[Footnote 1: A small scenting dog.]

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.

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,--

"Sir, suffer not yonder knight to do me this wrong. The brachet that he
has taken away is mine."

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.

"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."

"What do you advise?" asked the king. "I shall be governed by your
counsel."

"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."

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.

Sir Tor had better fortune, for he brought the brachet alive, and won
much honor from his deeds.

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.

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.

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.

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.




                                BOOK II.

                          THE DEEDS OF BALIN.




CHAPTER I.

HOW BALIN WON AND USED THE ENCHANTED SWORD.


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.

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.

"Damsel," said the king in wonder, "why wear you that sword? It beseems
you not."

"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 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."

"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."

Then Arthur took the sword by the sheath and the girdle, and pulled at
it eagerly, but it failed to yield.

"You need not pull so hard," said the damsel. "He who shall draw it will
need little strength, but much virtue."

"Now try ye, all my barons," said Arthur. "But beware ye be not defiled
with shame, treachery, or guile."

"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."

Then most of the Knights of the Round Table who were there tried their
fortunes, but none succeeded in the magic task.

"Alas!" said the damsel, "I hoped to find in this court the best knights
upon earth."

"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."

It happened that at that time there was a poor 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.

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,--

"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."

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.

"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."

"You speak wisely," said the damsel. "You shall essay the task, and may
fortune befriend you."

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 Balin had done this
not by might, but by witchcraft.

"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."

"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."

"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."

"I shall take such adventure as God may ordain me," said Balin, "but by
the faith of my body I shall keep the sword."

"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.

Then Balin sent for his horse and his armor, and made ready to depart,
though Arthur begged him to remain.

"I knew not your worth," he said, "or you should not have been so
unkindly treated. I was misinformed concerning you."

"My heartfelt thanks are yours," said Balin. "But asking your good
grace, I must needs depart."

"Then tarry not long, fair knight; you shall always be welcome to my
court."

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.

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.

"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."

"The name of it," said the lady, "is Excalibur, which signifies
cut-steel."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"I shall ask nothing else," said the lady. "Little deemed I that King
Arthur would be recreant to his word."

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, 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.

"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?"

"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."

"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."

Then Balin took up the head of the lady, and meeting his squire at his
inn, they rode together from the town.

"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."

"You were greatly to blame to displease King Arthur," said the squire.

"As for that," said Balin, "I hope to win his 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."

"Where shall I find you again?" asked the squire.

"In King Arthur's court."

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.

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.

"Go and do your best," said the king. "Balin has done me a great
despite, and richly deserves punishment."

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,--

"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."

Hearing this outcry, Balin turned fiercely, and demanded,--

"What do you wish, sir knight? Are you here to joust with me?"

"It is for that I have followed you," said the Irish knight.

"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?"

"From the court of King Arthur, to revenge the insult you put upon him
in murdering his guest before his face."

"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."

"Make ready," said Lanceor. "Fight we must, and one of us shall remain
dead upon this field. Our combat is to the utterance."

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.

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,--

"Oh, Balin, thou hast slain two bodies and one heart! Yes, two hearts
in one body, and two souls thou hast murdered with thy fatal spear."

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.

"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."

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.

When they were met they took off their helmets and kissed each other,
and wept for joy and pity.

"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."

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.

"King Ryons lies not far away besieging the Castle Terrabil," he said.
"Thither will we ride, to prove our worth and prowess upon him."

"I shall be your comrade," said Balan. "We shall help each other as
brethren should, and trust to God for fortune."

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.

"Which of you knights has done this foul deed?" he demanded.

"Why do you ask?" queried Balin.

"Because I have the right to know."

"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."

"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."

"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."

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."

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:

"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."




CHAPTER II.

HOW ARTHUR TRIUMPHED OVER THE KINGS.


While the tomb was being erected over the dead knight and his love,
Merlin appeared at the scene.

"You have done yourself great harm," he said to Balin. "Why saved you
not this lady?"

"By the faith of my body, I could not," said Balin, "she slew herself so
suddenly."

"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."

"If I knew that it were true as you say," answered 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."

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.

"First," said the king, "tell me your name."

"You see he bears two swords," said Balan. "You may call him the knight
with the two swords."

And so King Mark rode towards Camelot, and the brothers towards
Terrabil. As they rode, Merlin again met them, but now in disguise.

"Whither do you ride?" he asked.

"Why should we tell you that?" said the knights.

"You need not, for I know already. And I can tell you this. You will
gain no advantage over King Ryons without my counsel."

"Ah! you are Merlin," said Balin. "Then we shall be glad of your
counsel."

"Come then with me. But look that you brace yourself to knightly deeds,
for you will have great need to do so."

"As for that," said Balin, "we will do what we can. No knight can do
more."

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.

"How shall we know the king?" asked Balin.

"Hereby is a narrow way where you shall meet him," said Merlin.

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.

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.

"Valiant knights, slay me not," he asked. "You may profit by my life,
but can win nothing by my death."

"There you speak truly," said they, and lifting him carefully they
placed him on a horse-litter for conveyance to Camelot.

Then Merlin vanished and came to King Arthur, whom he told that his
greatest enemy was vanquished and taken.

"By whom?" asked the king.

"By two of the most valorous knights in your realm. To-morrow you shall
learn who they are."

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.

When King Ryons was brought to the court, Arthur received him
graciously.

"Sir king," he said, "you are heartily welcome. By what adventure came
you hither?"

"By a hard one," said the captive, "as you well may see."

"Who won you?" asked Arthur.

"The knight with the two swords and his brother," said Ryons. "And
knights of marvellous prowess they are."

"I know them not," said Arthur, "but none the less am I deeply beholden
to them."

"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."

"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."

"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."

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 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.

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.

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.

"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?"

"His men are weary with fighting and we are fresh," said a knight. "Now
is the time to set upon him."

"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."

Then with waving banners and serried spears 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.

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.

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.

[Illustration: Copyright by Frederick Hollyer, London, England.

KING ARTHUR'S TOMB.]

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 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.

"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."

Much more he told the king of the strange events that would come to pass
in the future time; and further he said,--

"Look well to the scabbard of Excalibur. You shall lose no blood while
you wear this scabbard, even though you be covered with wounds."

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.




CHAPTER III.

HOW BALIN GAVE THE DOLOROUS STROKE.


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.

"Halt! fair sir," cried Arthur. "Tell me the cause of your sorrow."

"You can little aid me," said the knight, and he rode onward without
further answer.

Soon afterward Balin rode up, and on seeing King Arthur sprang from his
horse and saluted him.

"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."

"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.

"Sir knight," he said, "you must come with me to King Arthur. He demands
to see you and learn the cause of your sorrow."

"That I shall not do," said the knight. "It will injure me greatly, and
do no good to you or him."

"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."

"Will you be my warrant if I go with you?" asked the knight. "For truly
you lead me into danger."

"Yes. And I shall die rather than let you come to harm, if it is in my
power to avert it."

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.

"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."

"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."

Then, leaving the king, Balin rode with the damsel, who bore with her
the truncheon of the 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.

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.

"That I do not care to tell," said Balin.

"You should if I were armed as you are, for your answer is too curt to
be courteous."

"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.

"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."

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.

"Alas!" cried the knight. "I too am slain by this invisible traitor, who
does murder at will under cover of enchantment."

"It is not the first despite the wretch has done me," cried Balin.
"Could I see him I would soon repay this outrage. I am bound by the
honor of a knight to a double revenge on this unworthy caitiff."

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.

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.

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.

"Traitors and dogs!" he cried. "If you are eager for fight, I will give
you your fill."

"We cannot fight you," they answered. "We do nothing but keep the old
custom of the castle."

"What is that?" asked Balin. "It is an ill custom, methinks, that thus
displays itself."

"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 this way without
leaving a silver dish full of blood."

"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."

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.

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.

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"We shall set forward to-morrow," said the host, "and I hope it may be
as you say."

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.

"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."

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.

Balin, after looking carefully round him, asked a guest,--

"Is there not a knight in this good company named Garlon?"

"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."

"I have heard of this," said Balin. "A marvellous gift, indeed. This,
then, is Garlon? Thanks for your information."

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."

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.

"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."

"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.

"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."

She gave it to him, and Balin thrust it through Garlon's body,
exclaiming,--

"With that truncheon you killed a good knight, and with this blow I
revenge him."

Then he called his late host, who had by this gained entrance to the
feast, and said,--

"Here lies your foe. Take with you enough of his blood to heal your
son."

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,--

"Why have you killed my brother! Villain and murderer, you shall die for
this!"

"Here I stand," said Balin. "If you wish revenge, seek it yourself. I
stand in my defence."

"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."

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.

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 Pellam raging like a maddened lion behind him.

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.

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.

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.

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.




CHAPTER IV.

THE FATE OF BALIN AND BALAN.


At the end of the three days came Merlin, who rescued Balin from under
the ruined walls.

"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."

"The damsel I brought hither must go with me," said Balin.

"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."

"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?"

"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."

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,--

"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 deed! Thou hast
escaped alive, yet doubt not but the vengeance of heaven will fall on
thee at last!"

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.

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.

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,--

"Balin le Savage, you pass your bounds to come this way. Turn again, if
you would leave this place in safety."

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.

"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."

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 and pleasure. As he stood observing all this the chief
lady of the castle said to him,--

"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."

"That is an unhappy custom," said Balin. "Why should every traveller be
forced to fight?"

"You shall have to do with but one knight," said the lady.

"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."

"Your shield does not seem to be a good one," said a knight. "Let me
lend you a larger one."

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,--

"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."

"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."

Then he mounted and rode into the island, in whose midst he saw a
castle, from which rode a 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.

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.

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.

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.

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. At length the red knight withdrew a little and lay down.
Then said Balin,--

"Tell me what knight you are. For never did I meet a man of your prowess
before."

"I am Balan," was the answer, "brother to the good knight Balin."

"Alas!" cried Balin, "that ever I should see this day!" and he fell to
the earth in a swoon.

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,--

"Oh, Balan, my brother, thou hast slain me, and I thee! Fate has done
deadly work this day."

"Heaven aid me!" cried Balan. "I should have known you by your two
swords, but your shield deceived me."

"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."

"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."

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.

"Now will you send for a priest," asked Balan, "that we may receive the
sacrament?"

"It shall be done," said the lady.

And so she sent for a priest and gave them the rites of the church.

"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."

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.

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."

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.

"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." All this he wrote in the pommel of the
sword.

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.

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.

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.

"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."

Thus endeth the tale of Balin and Balan, two brethren born in
Northumberland, good knights.




CHAPTER V.

MERLIN'S FOLLY AND FATE.


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.

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.

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.

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.

[Illustration: MERLIN AND NIMUE.]

"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."

"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?"

"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."

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.

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.

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.

"Be not disturbed thereby," said Merlin. "Your son Lancelot shall
revenge you upon King Claudas, 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."

"O Merlin!" said the queen, "shall I live to see my son a man of such
prowess?"

"Yes, my lady and queen, this you shall see, and live many years to
enjoy his fame."

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.

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.

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.

But hardly had he entered when, using the magic 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.

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.

And so Merlin, through his doting folly, passed out of the world of men
into a living tomb.

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.

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.

"Strive no longer," came a voice from within. "You labor in vain."

"Who is it that speaks?" asked the knight.

"I am Merlin, the enchanter; brought here by my doting folly. I loved
not wisely but too well; 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."

"Alas! that this should be! Tell me who did this thing, and by what
dismal chance, that I may tell the king."

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.

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.




                                BOOK III.

                      THE TREASON OF MORGAN LE FAY.




CHAPTER I.

THE ADVENTURE OF THE ENCHANTED SHIP.


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.

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.

"What shall we do?" said Arthur. "We are far from human habitation, and
the night comes fast upon us."

"Let us go forward on foot," said Uriens. "We shall surely soon meet
with some place of shelter."

[Illustration: THE GREAT FOREST.]

Taking this advice, they advanced in the track of the hart, and soon
came up with it where it lay on the bank of a large stream, while a
hound had it by the throat, and others were coming up in full bay.

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.

"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."

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.

"You are welcome, whoever you be," said Arthur, "and have our thanks for
your kindly good will."

"Follow us then, noble sir."

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 king marvelled
greatly at this, for never in his life had he fared better at supper
than at this royal feast.

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.

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.

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.

"What place is this, and who are ye that bewail so bitterly?" asked
Arthur.

"We are twenty knights that have long been held prisoners here, some for
seven years and some for less."

"For what cause?" inquired Arthur.

"How came you here, that you know not the cause?"

"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?"

"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."

"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."

As they spoke a damsel came to King Arthur, bearing a light.

"How fare you?" she asked.

"None too well," he replied.

"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."

"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."

"Those are the terms he offers," said the damsel.

"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."

"All this he will freely do."

"It seems to me, damsel, that I have seen you before. Have you not been
at the court of King Arthur?"

"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."

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.

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.

"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."

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.

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.

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.

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,--

"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."

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.

"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."

"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?"

"I am just from her."

"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?"

"That you may well believe. She has prepared them to bring on this
battle."

"Who, then, is the knight with whom I shall fight? It seems to me he
should be a noble one, for such preparation."

"That my lady has not told me."

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.

Accolan gladly accepted the invitation, but not long had he been in the
manor when word came 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.

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.

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.

When morning came, Arthur was arrayed in a suit of chain mail and
provided with a strong horse, which he viewed with knightly ardor.

"When shall we to the field?" he asked Damas.

"As soon as you have heard Mass."

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.

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.

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.

"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."

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.




CHAPTER II.

THE COMBAT OF ARTHUR AND ACCOLAN.


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 started up in warlike fury and drew their swords.

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.

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.

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.

"Sir knight," said Accolan, "keep well your guard if you care for life."

"Thus will I," answered Arthur, and he dealt him a blow on the helm that
nearly brought him to the ground.

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 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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

"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."

"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."

"That shame I can bear," said Accolan. "What I have sworn I will
perform. Since you will not yield, you are a dead man."

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.

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.

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.

"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."

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.

[Illustration: Copyright by Frederick Hollyer, London, England.

NIMUE.]

"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."

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.

"Now shall I slay you," said Arthur.

"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."

Then Arthur, looking closer, saw something familiar in his face.

"Tell me who you are," he cried; "of what country and court."

"Sir knight," said Accolan, "I am of the court of King Arthur, and my
name is Accolan of Gaul."

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.

"Tell me this also, sir knight," he asked, "from whom had you this
sword?"

"Woe worth that sword," cried Accolan; "I have gotten my death by it."

"That may well be," answered Arthur, "and I fancy have got no more than
you deserve."

"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."

"How know you that to be so?"

"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."

"It would have been great wrong in you to destroy your lord," said
Arthur.

"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?"

"I am from Camelot, and men know me as King Arthur. I am he against whom
you plotted such deep treason."

Then Accolan cried out in anguish,--

"My fair, sweet lord, have mercy on me, for I knew you not."

"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."

Then he called to the keepers of the field, and said,--

"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."

Then Accolan called out to those who had gathered around,--

"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."

At this surprising news the people fell upon their knees before the king
and begged mercy and pardon.

"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 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."

"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."

"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."

"Great pity it is that a king so noble and a knight so worthy should
have been thus foully dealt with."

"I shall reward the traitor in short time, by the grace of God," said
Arthur. "Now tell me how far I am from Camelot?"

"You are two days' journey distant."

"Then where can I obtain shelter and rest?"

"There is an abbey but three miles distant where you will find skilled
leeches and good nursing."

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,--

"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."




CHAPTER III.

HOW MORGAN CHEATED THE KING.


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,--

"Bring me my lord's sword. Now shall my work be ended."

"Oh, madam," cried the damsel, "would you slay your lord! If you do so
you can never escape."

"Leave that to me, girl. Bring me the sword at once; I am the best judge
of what it is fit to do."

The damsel departed with a heavy heart, but finding Sir Uwaine, King
Uriens' son, asleep in another chamber, she waked him and said,--

"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."

"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."

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.

"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?"

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.

"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."

"Can I trust you? Truth and murder do not go together."

"On my soul, I vow to keep my word!"

"Live, then; but beware you rouse me not again by such a murderous
thought."

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.

She went, therefore, unto Queen Guenever and asked leave to ride into
the country.

"Why not remain to greet your brother on his return? He sends word that
he will soon be here."

"I should much like to, Guenever, but hasty tidings have come which
require that I should make no delay."

"If that be so," answered Guenever, "let me not stay you. You may depart
when you will."

On the next morning, before daybreak, Morgan took horse, and rode all
that day and the greater 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.

"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."

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.

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.

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.

"Then have you watched me falsely," cried Arthur, in hasty passion.

"What could we do?" they answered. "We dared not disobey your sister's
command."

"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."

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.

"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."

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.

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.

"Whatsoever may happen to me," she cried, "I 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."

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.

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.

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.

"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."

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.

Yet no sooner were they well gone than the enchantress brought another
charm to work, and at once she and all her people were turned again from
stone into flesh and blood.

"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?"

"Yes," they replied. "And his countenance was so warlike that had we not
been stone we could scarce have stood before him."

"I believe you," said Morgan. "He would have made sad havoc among us but
for my spells."

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.

"What are you about to do with that knight?" asked Morgan.

"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."

"Is this the truth?" she asked the bound knight.

"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."

"Who are you, and of what country?"

"My name is Manassen. I am of the court of King Arthur, and cousin to
Accolan of Gaul."

"Then for the love I bore your cousin you shall be delivered, and this
villain be put in your plight."

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 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.

"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."

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.

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.

"Stone will not burn," said Arthur. "But God has punished her."

But as they thus conversed, Manassen came to the court and told the king
of his adventure, delivering to him Morgan's message.

"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."

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.

"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."

The mantle pleased the king greatly, though he made but brief reply as
he accepted it from the hand of the messenger.

At that perilous moment there came to him the damsel Nimue, who had so
recently helped him in his dire need.

"Sir, may I speak with you in private?" she asked the king.

"What have you to say?" he replied, withdrawing from the throng.

"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."

"Well said," answered the king. "It shall be done as you advise."

Then he returned to the messenger and said,--

"Damsel, I wish to see the mantle you have brought me tried upon
yourself."

"A king's garment on me, sir! That would not be seemly."

"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."

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.

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.

"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."

When these words had been spoken, Gawaine rose in anger, and said,--

"Whoever banishes my cousin banishes me. When and where Uwaine goes I go
also."

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.




CHAPTER IV.

The Country of Strange Adventures.


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.

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.

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.

"Why do you do this despite to the shield?" they asked, as they came up.

"Sir knights," answered the damsels, "we have good cause for what we do.
He who has hung 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."

"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?"

"His name is Marhaus. He is the son of the king of Ireland."

"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."

"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."

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,--

"Sir Marhaus, defend yourself!"

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. 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.

Then the knight of Ireland rode to his shield, and when he saw how
foully it had been used he cried,--

"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."

Thereupon he took the white shield, and left in its place the one he had
just used.

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.

"Then you can have one here," said Marhaus. "I shall be glad to joust
with you."

He rode away from them to the proper range, without waiting for a reply.

"Let him go," said Uwaine. "I fear he is more than our match."

"I care not if he is," said Gawaine. "However good a knight he be, he
shall not challenge us unanswered."

"Then let me meet him first. I am the weaker, and if he strikes me down
you can revenge me."

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 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.

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.

"Meet me on foot," cried Gawaine, "or I will kill your horse."

"Gramercy, you teach me courtesy," said Marhaus, "It is not fair for one
knight to be on foot and the other on horse."

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.

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.

"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."

"That should I have said, gentle knight," answered Gawaine. "I am much
beholden to your courtesy."

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.

"I marvel," said Gawaine, as they rode forward, "that so good a knight
as you should love no ladies."

"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."

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.

"We shall not part so lightly," said Marhaus. "I shall bring you through
the forest, and mayhap ride farther with you."

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.

"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."

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.

Following this upward, they soon came to a fair fountain, the head of
the stream, beside which three damsels were seated.

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.

The knights halted and looked at them in surprise, asking them why they
sat by that lonely fountain.

"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."

"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."

"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."

"Then I shall take her of middle age," said Marhaus. "She fits me best."

"I thank you both," said Gawaine. "You have left me the youngest and
fairest, and the one most to my liking."

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.

Of the three we shall first follow Gawaine, who rode forward until he
came to a fair manor, where dwelt an old knight.

"Are there any adventures to be found in this country?" he asked him.

"I shall show you some marvellous ones to-morrow," said his host.

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.

"As to that, gramercy," said Gawaine. "I pray God, in return, that he
send you honor and worship."

"That will not come," said the knight. "He sendeth me but sorrow and
shame."

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.

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.

"That is an ugly sight," said Gawaine. "Why does a knight of such
prowess as this suffer himself to be so vilely treated?"

"Sir," said, the damsel to Gawaine, "why helped you not that good
knight?"

"He seems to want no help," said Gawaine. "He could have taken care of
himself if he would."

"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."

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.

"Where is the lady who should meet us here?" asked the dwarf.

In response thereto a fair lady rode from the wood, mounted on a
handsome palfrey. On seeing her the knight and the dwarf began to
strive in hot words for her, each saying that she should be his prize.

"Yonder is a knight at the cross," said the dwarf, at length. "Let us
leave it to him, and abide by his decision."

"I agree to that," said the knight.

Thereupon they rode to Gawaine and told him the purpose of their strife.

"Do you put the matter into my hands?" he asked.

"Yes," they both replied.

"Then this is my decision. Let the lady stand between you and make her
own choice. The one she chooses, he shall have her."

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.

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,--

"Sir Gawaine, knight of King Arthur, I am here to joust with you. So
make ready."

"Since you know me, I shall not fail you," answered Gawaine.

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.

Meanwhile, the second knight went to the damsel and asked why she stayed
with that knight, and begged her to go with him.

"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."

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,--

"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."

"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 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."

"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."

In the morning he met Sir Pelleas, as he had promised, and heard from
him the story of his woe.

"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."

"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."

"Tell me who, and of what court, you are, my good friend?" asked
Pelleas.

"My name is Gawaine; I am nephew to King Arthur, and King Lot of Orkney
was my father."

"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 this country. I fear you will not find it easy to obtain
entrance."

"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."

He plighted his honor to this, and therewith they changed horses and
armor.

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.

"Take off your helm," she replied. "Let me see your face."

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.

"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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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."

Meanwhile Gawaine and Ettard awoke, and their dread was great on finding
the sword across their throats.

"It is Pelleas's sword!" she cried. "You have betrayed him and me both,
for you lied to me in 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!"

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.

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.

"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."

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.

Within two hours she brought the lady Ettard to the tent, where Pelleas
still lay wrapped in deep slumber.

"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 sake you shall pay the penalty of your misdeeds."

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.

"Alas!" she cried, "I hated him above all men. What has befallen me that
I love him now with my whole soul?"

"It is God's righteous judgment," said Nimue.

As they spoke Pelleas awoke, and when he looked upon Ettard his eyes
filled with scorn and hatred.

"Away, traitress!" he cried. "Never again come within my sight. You have
taught me to hate you as much as I ever loved."

These scornful words wounded Ettard to the soul. She turned away weeping
bitterly, and left the tent overwhelmed with anguish.

"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."

"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."

"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."

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.

[Illustration: THE LOVE OF PELLEAS AND NIMUE.]

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.

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.

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.

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.

Fierce and perilous was the battle that followed, for the giant was of
monstrous height and strength, 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.

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.

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.

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.




                                BOOK IV.

                          LANCELOT OF THE LAKE.




CHAPTER I.

HOW TROUBLE CAME TO LIONEL AND HECTOR.


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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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,--

"Yonder is a cool shadow. There we may rest ourselves and our horses
till the noontide heat has passed."

"You speak to the point," said Lancelot. "Not for seven years have I
been so sleepy as I am now?"

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.

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.

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.

[Illustration: Copyright by Frederick Hollyer, London, England.

DREAM OF SIR LANCELOT.]

When Lionel saw this, anger filled his soul, and 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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 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."

"Gramercy, for your tidings," said Hector, and rode rapidly on.

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.

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.

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.

"Well done," said the stranger. "That was a knightly blow. But beware,
it is my turn now."

As he spoke he spurred his horse at full speed 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.

"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."

"That will I never promise," said Hector. "I will remain captive to no
man if I can free myself."

"Then I shall take care that you do not escape," said Turquine.

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.

When Hector saw his brother Lionel among these his heart was ready to
break with sorrow.

"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."

"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."

"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."




CHAPTER II.

THE CONTEST OF THE FOUR QUEENS.


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.

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.

"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."

She did as she had said. Lancelot was laid sleeping upon his shield and
borne on horseback between 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.

"That I am not ready to say," answered Lancelot; "for I know not how I
came into this castle unless it were by enchantment."

"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."

"Thanks, fair damsel," said Lancelot. "It pleases me to have your good
will."

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.

They bade him good morning and he returned their greeting, looking upon
them with eyes of admiration, but not of love.

"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 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."

"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."

"Is this, then, your answer," said Morgan, "that you disdain our love?"

"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."

"You may live to change your mind," said Morgan. "Prison life and prison
fare may cure your pride."

With these words they departed, leaving Lancelot in gloom of mind but
steadfastness of heart.

At noon, the damsel who had brought him his supper the night before came
with his dinner, and asked him again how he fared.

"Never so ill," said Lancelot. "For never before was I held under lock
and key, and never was worthy knight so shamefully entreated."

"It grieves me deeply to see you in such distress," she said. "If you
will be ruled by me, and make me a promise, you shall be set free from
this prison, though at the risk of my life."

"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."

"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."

"Tell me your father's name," said Lancelot, "and then you shall have my
answer."

"His name is King Bagdemagus."

"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."

"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."

"As I am a true knight you can trust me," said Lancelot.

With this the damsel departed. But at early 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.

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,--

"Fair damsel, by the grace of God I shall not fail you."

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.

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.

"Fortune aids me," said Lancelot. "Whoever owns that pavilion, it shall
give me shelter for the night."

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.

Within an hour afterwards the knight who owned the pavilion came
thither, and laid himself upon the 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.

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.

"I yield me, sir knight," he cried. "But I fear I have fought my last."

"Why came you into my bed?" demanded Lancelot.

"The pavilion is my own," said the knight. "It is ill fortune that I
should die for seeking my own bed."

"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."

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.

"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."

"Will you tell me what knight you are?" asked the lady.

"Fair lady," he replied, "my name is Lancelot du Lake."

"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."

"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."

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.

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.

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.

[Illustration: OLD ARCHES OF THE ABBEY WALL.]

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 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.

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.

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."

"Then can I trust in your help on Tuesday next?" asked the king.

"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?"

"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."

"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."

This plan was carried out as Lancelot had devised. On the day fixed for
the tournament he, 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.

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.

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.

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.

The three knights of Arthur's court, who had not yet joined in the fray,
saw this, and rode forward.

"A shrewd guest that," said Mador. "Let me have at him."

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.

"Now is my turn," said Mordred.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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,--

"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."

And so Lancelot departed, having had strange adventures and won much
renown since he had parted from his nephew Lionel.




CHAPTER III.

HOW LANCELOT AND TURQUINE FOUGHT.


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.

"I shall take care never to sleep again beneath your shade," he said,
grimly. "The fruit you bear is not wholesome for errant knights."

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,--

"Fair damsel, know you of any adventures that may be had in this land?"

"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."

"Why should I not?" said Lancelot. "I came here seeking adventures, and
am not the man to turn back from a shadow."

"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."

"As for my name, you are welcome to it," he replied. "Men call me
Lancelot du Lake."

"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?"

"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."

"Come this way," she replied, and led him to the ford and the tree where
hung the basin.

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.

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.

"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."

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.

"Fair sir," said Lancelot, "put down that wounded knight and let him
rest a while, while 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."

"If you be of the Round Table," said Turquine, "I defy you and all your
fellowship."

"That is easy to say," retorted Lancelot. "Now let me see what you are
ready to do."

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.

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.

"Hold thy hand a while, fellow," said Turquine, "and tell me what I
shall ask thee."

"Say on," rejoined Lancelot, briefly.

"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 my prisoners, and
we shall be fellows together while we live. But first of all I would
know your name."

"You speak well," said Lancelot. "But since you promise me your
friendship, tell me what knight it is you hate so deeply?"

"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."

"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."

"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."

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.

Two hours longer the fight continued, Turquine giving Lancelot many
wounds and receiving stinging blows in return, till at the end he drew
back 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.

"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."

"Take that of this wounded knight; and let him go into the manor and
release the prisoners."

"That is well advised," said Lancelot, who thereupon went to Gaheris and
begged that he would lend him his horse.

"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?"

"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 keep my promise, but I hope to be back at the court by
the feast of Pentecost. Bid Lionel and Hector await me there."

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.

"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."

"That we shall not do," said they. "While we live we shall seek him."

"So shall I," said Kay, who was among the prisoners, "as I am a true
knight."

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.

"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."

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 in quest of Lancelot, resolved to find him if it were possible,
and to lose no time in the search.

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.

"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."

"Do you want any more service of me?" asked Lancelot.

"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."

"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 for your good wishes,
fair damsel, and courteously bid you farewell."

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.

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.

"Why should I not, if I wish?" asked the knight. "Who has the right to
hinder?"

"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.

At this affront Lancelot angrily drew his sword, and with one stroke
warded off the blow, and cut the churl's head in twain.

"So much for you, fool," he said.

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."

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 windows were the faces of many
people, who cried to him in dismay,--

"Fair knight, turn and fly. Death awaits you here."

"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."

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.

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.

"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.

"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 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."

"Fair ladies," he said, "my name is Lancelot du Lake."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"Then," said Lancelot, "the castle belongs to the king, and shall be
returned to him. And now farewell, and God be with you."

So saying, he mounted his horse and rode away, followed by the thanks
and prayers of the rescued ladies.




CHAPTER IV.

THE CHAPEL PERILOUS.


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.

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.

"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."

Then he hastily put on his armor, and by aid of a sheet lowered himself
from a window to the ground.

"Turn this way," he cried to the assailants, "and leave that knight.
Three to one is not knightly odds."

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,--

"I will have none of your help. Stand off and leave me alone, or fight
them yourself."

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.

"I will not take your yielding," he replied. "Yield to Sir Kay, here,
whom you foully over-matched."

"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."

"Think well," returned Lancelot. "You shall yield or die. The choice is
yours."

"That is a choice with but one side. Yield we must, if death is the
alternative."

"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."

This they took oath to do, each knight swearing upon his sword;
whereupon Lancelot suffered them to depart.

He now knocked at the gate with the pommel of his sword, till his host
came, who started with surprise on seeing him there.

"I thought you were safe a-bed," he said.

"So I was. But I sprang from the window to help an old fellow of mine."

When they came to the light, Kay recognized Lancelot, and fell on his
knees to thank him for saving his life.

"What I have done is nothing but what duty and good fellowship
demanded," said Lancelot. "Are you hungry?"

"Half starved," answered Kay.

"Mayhap our good host can find you food."

Meat was thereupon brought, of which Kay ate heartily, after which he
and Lancelot sought their beds in the gate chamber.

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.

"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."

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.

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."

"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."

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.

"You are not Kay, the seneschal," they cried. "He never struck such
blows. Tell us your name and we will yield."

"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."

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.

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.

"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."

His luck was even worse, for he went to the earth with a spear-hole in
his shoulder, his shield and armor being pierced.

"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."

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.

"Whoever he be," cried Gawaine, "he has overturned my comrades, and I
must encounter him. Defend yourself, sir knight."

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.

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."

"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."

"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."

Lancelot rode on through the forest, thinking 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.

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.

"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."

"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."

"What was your husband's name?" asked Lancelot.

"Sir Gilbert," she replied. "As for him that slew him, I know not his
name."

"God send you better comfort," said Lancelot. "I am sorry for your
misfortune."

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.

"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."

"This is a marvellous tale," said Lancelot. "Who is your brother?"

"His name is Meliot de Logres."

"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."

"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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

Then he bent over the corpse and cut away a piece of the silk, and as he
did so he felt the floor 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.

When he reached the chapel-yard the black knights thronged again in his
pathway, and cried to him with voices of thunder,--

"Knight, yield us that sword, or you shall die!"

"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."

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,--

"Sir Lancelot, you know not what risk you run. Leave that sword, or you
will die for it."

"I got it not so easy that I should leave it for a threat," he replied.

"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."

"Then I would have been a fool indeed to leave it."

"Now, gentle knight, I have but one request to make of you ere you
depart. That is, that you kiss me."

"Nay," said Lancelot, "that God forbid. I save my kisses till my love is
given."

"Then are you beyond my power," she cried, 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."

"I pray to Heaven you shall not. And may God preserve me from your vile
craft."

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.

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.

On seeing Lancelot, he fell on his knees before him, crying, in tones of
hope,--

"Oh, my lord Lancelot, help me, for you alone can!"

"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.

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.




CHAPTER V.

THE ADVENTURE OF THE FALCON.


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.

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.

Then there came a lady running from the castle, who cried, as she
approached,--

"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."

"What is his name?" asked Lancelot.

"His name is Phelot. He is a knight of the king of Northgalis."

"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."

"I trust you may," she replied, "for my life depends on your success."

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.

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.

"Now, Lancelot du Lake," he cried, "I have you as I wanted you. Your day
has come."

And he stood by the trunk of the tree, ready to slay him when he should
descend.

"What treason is this?" demanded Lancelot. "False woman, why have you
led me into this?"

"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."

"That would be a shameful deed," cried Lancelot, "for you, an armed
knight, to slay a defenceless man through treachery."

"Help yourself the best you can," said Phelot; "you get no grace from
me."

"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."

"No, no," said Phelot. "I know you too well for that. You get no weapon
if I can hinder you."

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.

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.

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.

"Alas!" cried the lady, "you have slain my husband!"

"If I should slay you with him it would be but justice," said Lancelot,
"for you would have killed me through falsehood and treachery, and you
have but your deserts."

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.

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.

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.

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.

Two days before the feast of Pentecost, Lancelot returned to Camelot
from his long journey and his 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.

"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."

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.

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.




                                BOOK V.

                     THE ADVENTURES OF BEAUMAINS.




CHAPTER I.

THE KNIGHTING OF KAY'S KITCHEN BOY.


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.

On seeing this, Gawaine went to the king and said,--

"Sire, I deem you can now safely go to your dinner, for I fancy we have
an adventure at hand."

[Illustration: KING ARTHUR'S ROUND TABLE, WINCHESTER CATHEDRAL.]

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 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.

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.

Then he drew himself up straight and stood erect before the king.

"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."

"Ask what you will," said Arthur. "You shall have your gift, if it be so
easy to grant."

"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."

"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."

"However that may be, I have asked all that I now desire."

"Well, well, you shall have meat and drink enough. I have never denied
that to friend or foe. But what is your name?"

"Great sir, that I cannot tell you."

"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."

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.

"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."

Then the two men departed and left the youth with Kay, who continued to
scorn and mock him.

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.

"Never will he," said Kay. "He has asked as his nature bade him."

"Beware," said Lancelot. "This is not the first youth you have given a
name in mockery, which turned on yourself at last."

"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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

"How like you my boy of the kitchen?" Kay would say, on seeing these
feats. "Fat broth is good for the muscles."

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.

While he thus waited a damsel came into the hall and saluted the king,
and begged aid and succor of him.

"For whom?" asked Arthur. "Of what do you complain?"

"Sire," she replied, "I serve a lady of great worth and merit, who is
besieged in her castle by a tyrant, and dares not leave her gates for
fear of him. I pray you send with me some knight to succor her."

"Who is your lady, and where does she dwell? And what is the name of the
man who besieges her?"

"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."

"I know him not," said the king.

"I know him well," said Gawaine. "Men say he has seven men's strength. I
escaped him once barely with life."

"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."

"Then I must seek further," said the damsel, "for that I am forbidden to
tell."

At this moment Beaumains came to the king, and said,--

"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."

"Ask, if you will. I shall keep to my word."

"This, then, is what I request. First, that you send me with the damsel,
for this adventure belongs to me."

"You shall have it," said the king.

"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. When I am gone let him ride after me, and dub me knight when I
require it of him."

"I grant your wish," said the king. "All shall be done as you desire."

"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."

She left the court, red with anger, mounted her horse, and rode away.

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.

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.

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,--

"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."

"You had better let him alone," said Gawaine. "You may find more than
you bargain for."

But Kay armed himself and rode after Beaumains, whom he overtook just as
he came up with the damsel.

"Hold there, Beaumains," he cried, in mockery. "Do you not know me?"

"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."

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.

All this was observed by the damsel, and also by Lancelot, who had
followed closely upon the track of the seneschal.

"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."

"That I shall certainly not decline," said Lancelot, counting upon an
easy victory.

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.

Then Beaumains flung aside his shield and proffered 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,--

"Beaumains, you fight too hard, considering that there is no quarrel
between us. I fancy you need no further proof."

"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."

"It is as much as I want to deal with," said Lancelot. "I had to do my
best to save my honor."

"Then you think I may prove myself a worthy knight?"

"I warrant you that, if you do as well as you have done to-day."

"I pray you, then, to invest me with the order of knighthood."

"That shall I willingly do. But you must first tell me your name, and
that of your father."

"You will keep my secret?"

"I promise you that on my faith, until you are ready to reveal it
yourself."

"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."

"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."

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.

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.




CHAPTER II.

THE BLACK, THE GREEN, AND THE RED KNIGHTS.


When Beaumains overtook the damsel, he received from her but a sorry
greeting.

"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."

"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."

"Fie on you, kitchen knave! you would not dare, for all the broth you
ever supped, to look the red knight in the face."

"Would I not? That is to be seen."

As they thus angrily debated, there came to them a man flying at full
speed.

"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."

"Lead me to him," said Beaumains.

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.

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.

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.

"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."

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.

But at supper the knight set Beaumains before the damsel.

"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."

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.

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.

"What say you to this?" asked the damsel. "Will you face yonder knights,
or turn back?"

"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."

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 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.

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.

He now turned and called proudly to the damsel, bidding her to ride
forward, as he had cleared the ford for her passage.

"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."

"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."

"You can boast loudly before a woman. Wait till you meet the knights I
take you to, and you will be taught another lesson."

"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."

"I say this for your own good; for if you continue 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."

"Say what you choose, damsel, but wherever you go there go I, and it
will take more than insulting words to turn me back."

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.

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.

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.

"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."

The black knight, seeing them approach, thus addressed the damsel,--

"So, my lady, you are here again! Have you brought this knight from King
Arthur's court to be your champion?"

"Hardly so, fair sir. This is but a kitchen knave, who was fed in
Arthur's court through charity, and has followed me as a cur follows
his master."

"Why comes he then in knightly guise? And what do you in such foul
company?"

"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."

"I am surprised," said the black knight, "that any man of worth will
fight with him."

"They knew him not," she answered, "and fancy him of some credit from
his riding with me, and from his brave show of armor."

"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."

Beaumains had heard all this, biting his lips in anger. He now
scornfully replied,--

"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."

"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."

"If you want her, you must win her," said Beaumains, "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."

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.

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.

"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."

"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."

So they rode on, Beaumains in silence, but the damsel still at times
reviling, till they saw approaching them a knight who was all in green,
both horse and harness. As he came nigh, he asked the damsel,--

"Is that my brother, the black knight, who rides with you?"

"No," she replied. "Your brother is dead. This unhappy kitchen knave has
slain him through mishap."

"Alas!" cried the green knight, "has so noble a warrior as he been slain
by a knave! Traitor, you shall die for your deed!"

"I defy you," said Beaumains. "I slew him knightly and not shamefully,
and am ready to answer to you with sword and spear."

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.

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.

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.

"You should be ashamed to stand so long fighting 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?"

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.

"I yield me!" cried the knight. "Slay me not, I beg of you."

"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.

"Pray you to save his life!" cried the damsel, in scorn. "I shall never
so demean myself to a page of the kitchen."

"Then he shall die."

"Slay him, if you will. Ask me not to beg for his life."

"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."

"In the fiend's name!" cried the damsel, "shall such a knave have
service of thee and thirty knights?"

"All this avails nothing," said Beaumains. "You shall have your life
only at this damsel's request," and he made a show as if he would slay
him.

"Let him be, knave," said the damsel. "Slay him not, or you shall repent
it."

"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."

Then the green knight kneeled down and did homage with his sword.

"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."

"You need not," he replied. "To-night you shall lodge at my castle, and
to-morrow I will aid you to pass the forest."

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.

"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."

"You say far more of him than he deserves," she replied. "I know him too
well."

"And so do I, for he is the best champion I ever found; and I have
fought in my day with many worthy knights."

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,--

"My lord Beaumains, I and my knights shall always be at your summons,
early or late, or whatever be the service you demand."

"That is well said. When I require your service it will be to yield
yourself and your knights to King Arthur."

"If you bid us do so, we shall be ready at all times."

"Fie on you!" said the damsel. "It shames me to see good knights
obedient to a kitchen knave."

After they had parted she turned to Beaumains, and said, despitefully,--

"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."

"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."

"You soon shall, whether it be to your liking or not," replied the
damsel, scornfully.

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. On this meadow were
scaffolds and pavilions, and many knights were there, for there was to
be a tournament on the morrow.

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.

"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."

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,--

"Brother, is it you? What do you in these marshes?"

"No, no, it is not he," said the damsel, "but a kitchen knave who has
been brought up on alms in Arthur's court."

"Then how got he that armor?"

"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."

"I will try," said the red knight, grimly. "Sir knight, take your place
for a joust."

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 to the ground, the riders nimbly leaping from them.

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,--

"Alas, noble sir, will you let a kitchen knave thus endure your might,
after all the honor you have won from worthy champions?"

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,--

"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."

"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.

"Let him live, then, Beaumains. He is a noble knight, and it is only by
a chance blow that you have overcome him."

"It is enough that you ask it," said Beaumains. "Rise, sir knight, and
thank this damsel for your life."

The red knight did so, and then prayed that 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.

In the morning the red knight came to Beaumains with his followers, and
proffered to him his homage and fealty at all times.

"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."

"I and my fellowship will ever be ready at your summons," replied the
red knight.

Then Beaumains and the damsel resumed their journey, while she, as if in
a fury of spite, berated him more vilely than ever before.

"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."

"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."

"Let him come," said Beaumains. "The better a man he is, the more honor
shall I gain from a joust with him."




CHAPTER III.

THE RED KNIGHT OF THE RED LAWNS.


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.

Between them and the city extended a new-mown meadow, a mile and a half
in width, on which were placed many handsome pavilions.

"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."

"I shall be glad to see that worthy lord," said Beaumains.

"That you shall, and very soon."

She rode on till she came in sight of the lord's pavilion.

"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."

"Be he never so stout a knight," answered Beaumains, "I shall abide in
this field till I see him behind his shield."

"That is a fool's talk," she replied. "If you were a wise man, you
would fly."

"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."

"That is a proud boast for a greasy kitchen lout," she answered.

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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 as I have you, and you have ever borne it courteously and
meekly. Such patience could never come but from gentle blood."

"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."

"That you have, fair Beaumains," she said. "I ask your forgiveness for
all I have said or done."

"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."

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.

In the morning Beaumains and the damsel after breakfasting, prepared to
continue their journey.

"Whither do you lead this knight?" asked Persant of the damsel.

"Sir knight," she replied, "he is going to the aid of my sister, who is
besieged in the Castle Dangerous."

"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?"

"That is my name," replied the damsel.

"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."

"My Lord Persant of India," said Linet, "will you not make this
gentleman a knight before he meets this dread warrior?"

"With all my heart," answered Persant.

"I thank you for your good will," said Beaumains, "but I have been
already knighted, and that by the hand of Sir Lancelot."

"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."

"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."

"We shall not breathe it except with your permission," they replied.

"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."

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.

"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."

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.

Their journey soon brought them to a plain, 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.

"What means this sorrowful sight?" asked Beaumains, with a look of deep
concern.

"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."

"Jesu defend me from such a shameful death and disgrace!" cried
Beaumains. "If I must die, I hope to be slain in open battle."

"It would be better, indeed. But trust not to his courtesy, for thus he
treats all."

"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."

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.

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.

"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."

"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."

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.

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.

"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."

"Where?" asked Beaumains.

"Yonder," she said, pointing.

"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.

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.

"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."

"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."

"Say you so? The knights who hang yonder might give you warning."

"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."

"Make ready," cried the red knight; "we have talked enough."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 sorely before he learned his methods and met him in his own
way.

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.

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.

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.

The red knight ran forward to his fallen foe, but Linet cried loudly,--

"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."

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.

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.

Before the red knight could rise, Beaumains threw himself upon him, and
tore his helm from his head with intent to slay him. But the fallen
knight cried loudly,--

"O noble knight, I yield me to thy mercy."

"Why should you have it, after the shameful death you have given to so
many knights?"

"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."

Then there came up many earls, and barons, and noble knights, who fell
upon their knees and prayed for mercy to the vanquished, saying,--

"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."

"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."

"All this I will do," said the red knight, "and give you pledges and
sureties therefore."

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.




CHAPTER IV.

HOW BEAUMAINS WON HIS BRIDE.


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.

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,--

"Go thy way, Sir Beaumains. You shall not yet have my love till you have
earned for yourself a 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."

"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."

"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."

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.

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.

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.

[Illustration: BEAUMAINS, DAMSEL, AND DWARF.]

"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."

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,--

"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."

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,--

"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."

"As for that," said Gringamore, "it can wait. Let us go to dinner."

"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 it all with meek and
gentle answers. Yet to armed knights he was like a lion."

As they thus talked, the challenge of Beaumains rang loud from the
castle court. Then Gringamore called loudly to him from a window,--

"Cease your boasting, Gareth of Orkney, you will not get your dwarf
again."

"Thou coward knight," cried Beaumains. "Bring him here, and do battle
with me. Then if you can win him, keep him."

"So I will when I am ready. But you will not get him by loud words."

"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."

"Very well," said Gringamore; "if that is your wish, he can have the
dwarf." Then he went down to the court and said,--

"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."

"Shall I have my dwarf?" said Gareth.

"Yes. Since he told me who you are, and of your noble deeds, I am ready
to return him."

Then Gareth dismounted, and the dwarf came and took his horse.

"Oh, my little fellow," said Gareth, "I have had many adventures for
your sake."

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.

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."

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,--

"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."

"I should like to try him further," she replied, "though he has done me
noble service, and my heart is warmly turned to him."

Gringamore then went to Gareth and said,--

"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."

"If she will accept me," answered Gareth, "there will be no happier man
on earth."

"Trust me for that," said Gringamore.

"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."

"It was too sudden to be deep," said Gringamore. "She will be consoled,
doubt not. Now let me take you to my sister."

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.

"But how is it with the Lady Lioness, to whom you vowed your love?" she
asked.

"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."

"Did she look like me?"

"Somewhat, but not half so lovely."

"Do you think you could have loved her so well?"

"No, indeed; for I will vow by sword and spear that there is no woman in
the world so charming as you."

"I fear that the Lady Lioness loves you, and that her heart will be
broken."

"How could she? She saw so little of me."

"I know she loves you; she has told me so. I bid you to forget me and
make her happy."

"That I can never do. You do not love me, or you could not say this."

"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."

"I will not accept it," said Gareth, looking strangely at her smiling
countenance. "I love but you; my heart can hold no more."

"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."

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,--

"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."

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

"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?"

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.

"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."

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.

She brought these to her brother and Gareth, and asked what she should
do.

"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."

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,--

"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."

"That is well advised," said the king.

"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
wife shall have a coronal of gold, set with precious stones to the value
of a thousand pounds, and a white jerfalcon."

"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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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."

"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."

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

"I must try this strange turn-color knight myself," said Sir Agwisance,
and he spurred his horse vigorously on Gareth.

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,--

"Knight of the many colors, well hast thou jousted; now make ready,
that I may joust with thee."

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.

"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."

"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."

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.

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 and left, so
that his path was marked by the knights he overturned.

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,--

"Let me hold your ring, that you lose it not while you drink."

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.

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.

"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."

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."

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!"

When Gareth saw that he was discovered he doubled his strokes in his
anger, and smote down Sir Sagramore, and his brother Gawaine.

"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?"

On hearing this, Gareth was troubled in soul, and with great force made
his way out of the press, meeting his dwarf outside.

"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."

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.

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.

"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."

"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."

"It shall be done as you command," said the dwarf, and, receiving the
ring, he rode on his errand.

The Lady Lioness received him graciously, and listened with beaming eyes
to Gareth's message.

"Where is my knight?" she asked.

"He bade me say that he would not be long from you," answered the dwarf.

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.

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.

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.

"Good luck follows bad, my worthy dwarf," he cried. "Here is shelter;
let us to it."

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.

"Go thy way," cried the porter, surlily; "thou gettest no lodging here."

"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."

Then the porter went to the duchess, and told her that a knight of King
Arthur's sought shelter.

"I will see him," said the duchess; "for King Arthur's sake he shall not
go harborless."

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,--

"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."

"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."

"Madam," asked Gareth, "what is your lord's name?"

"He is the Duke de la Rowse," she answered.

"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."

"You speak well and wisely," answered the duchess, and she ordered that
the drawbridge be lowered.

Gareth rode into the court-yard, where he alighted and gave his horse to
a stableman. Then he was led to the hall, where his dwarf removed his
armor.

"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."

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.

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.

"Madam," he replied, "my name is Gareth of Orkney, though some men call
me Beaumains."

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

"What noise is that within the castle?" asked Gareth.

"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."

"You may be afraid of him," said Gareth; "but I shall not flee for
that."

Then the page saw the brown knight coming.

"Lo! yonder he cometh," he said.

"Let me deal with him," said Gareth.

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.

Then the victor rode into the castle, and prayed the ladies that he
might find repose there for the night.

"Alas!" they cried, "that cannot be."

"Give him your best cheer," said the page, "for this knight has killed
your enemy."

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.

"Fair ladies, you have my pity," he said. "Grieve no more, I pray you;
your enemy is justly punished for his crimes."

So with few words he departed, and rode onward till fortune brought him
into another mountain. Not far up its <DW72> had he gone when he saw
before him a sturdy knight, who bade him stand and joust.

"Who are you?" asked Gareth.

"I am the Duke de la Rowse."

"Then I lodged lately in your castle, and promised your lady that I
should yield unto you."

"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."

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. 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.

"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."

"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."

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.

Then they alighted and drew their swords, and for two hours they fought,
till the blood flowed freely from them both.

As they thus fought there came that way the damsel Linet, riding on an
ambling mule. When she saw them, she cried,--

"Sir Gawaine, Sir Gawaine, leave off fighting with thy brother Gareth."

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.

"Who are you," asked Gareth, "that one minute fight me so strongly and
yield the next?"

"Oh, Gareth, I am your brother Gawaine."

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.

"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."

"It is well said," answered Gawaine. "Will you, fair damsel, bear word
to him?"

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

"My lord, I love her above all ladies living."

"Now, fair lady, what say you?" asked the king.

"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."

"And if I have you not as my wife," broke in Gareth, "never shall lady
living give joy to my heart."

"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."

And words to the same effect said Gareth's mother.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

[Illustration: THE JOYOUS WEDDING.]

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.




                                BOOK VI.

               TRISTRAM OF LYONESSE AND THE FAIR ISOLDE.




CHAPTER I.

HOW TRISTRAM WAS KNIGHTED.


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.

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.

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
poisoned cup, when thirsty from play, and died of it.

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.

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.

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.

"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."

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.

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.

"You shall have it, my son. What would you ask?"

"Grant me the life of the queen. I cannot bear to see her die so
terrible a death."

"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."

"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."

"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."

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.

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 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."

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.

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 of Ireland wished to
prove his claim, he must send a knight who could overcome King Mark's
champion.

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.

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.

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.

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.

In fervent haste he sought his father, and asked him what was to be
done to save Cornwall from this disgrace.

"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."

"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."

"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."

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,--

"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."

"Who are you, and whence come you?" asked the king.

"I come from King Meliodas, who wedded your sister, and I am a gentleman
born."

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.

"My name is Tristram and I was born in the country of Lyonesse,"
answered the youth.

"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."

"It is that, and that alone, brings me here," answered Tristram.

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.

"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."

This answer King Mark gave to Tristram, and said, gloomily,--

"I fear this rules out your championship."

"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."

"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."

He sent word in all haste to Marhaus that a better born man than himself
should fight with him, the 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.

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,--

"Where is this knight with whom I have to fight? I see him not."

"Yonder he hovers," answered Gouvernail, "under the shadow of the ships.
He waits you on horseback, and fully armed."

"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."

Then Gouvernail departed, weeping, for his young master had spoken so
resolutely that he dared not 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,--

"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."

"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."

"That may well be," answered Tristram; "but if I show the white feather
in my first battle may I never bear arms again."

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.

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 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.

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.

"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."

Marhaus answered only with deep groans of pain and distress.

"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."

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 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,--

"God help me, I would not for all my lands that my nephew should die!"

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.

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.

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.

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.




CHAPTER II.

LA BELLE ISOLDE.


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.

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.

"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."

"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."

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.

"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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

[Illustration: SIR TRISTRAM HARPING TO ISOLDE.]

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.

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

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, 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.

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.

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.

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.

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, and returned it with so
mighty a buffet on the Saracen's head that he fell from his horse to the
earth.

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.

"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."

"This is a bitter penance," cried Palamides. "You shame me before the
world. For nothing less than life would I consent."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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!"

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.

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 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.

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,--

"Oh, my lord and husband! you have here in your house that murderous
wretch who killed my brother, the noble Sir Marhaus!"

"Ha! can that be?" said the king. "Where is he?"

"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.

"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."

Then the king sought Tristram in his chamber, and found him there fully
armed and ready to mount his horse.

"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 father, and if it
was truly you that slew my brother, Sir Marhaus."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"I cannot well refuse you this," said the king.

With this permission, Tristram sought La Belle Isolde, and sadly bade
her farewell, telling her who he was, why he had changed his name, and
for what purpose he had come to Ireland.

"Had it not been for your care and skill I should now have been dead,"
he said.

"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."

And she wept bitterly as she held out her hand in adieu. But Tristram
took her in his arms and kissed away her tears.

"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."

"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."

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.

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,--

"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."

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.

So bidding them all adieu, he departed, and took ship for Tintagil, in
Cornwall.




CHAPTER III.

THE WAGER OF BATTLE.


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.

[Illustration: A CASTLE OF CORNWALL.]

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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."

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.

"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."

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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 withheld his answer,
and the judges gave him three days for his decision.

All this was told to Tristram by his squire Gouvernail, who had heard it
from people of the country.

"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."

Gouvernail thereupon went to Camelot, and greeted King Anguish, who
returned his greeting and asked his errand.

"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."

"What knight may he be?" asked the king.

"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."

"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."

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 lightly from his horse and took
Tristram warmly in his arms.

"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."

"I have great need of you, indeed, gentle sir," answered the king.
"Never before was I in such deep necessity of knightly aid."

"How so, my noble lord?" asked Tristram.

"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."

"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."

"Truly, I am innocent, and you shall have whatever you ask," said the
king.

"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 he the best warrior that now bears shield and
spear."

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.

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,--

"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."

"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."

"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!"

"In God and my cause I trust," answered Blamor.

Then he took his horse and rode to one end of the lists, and Tristram to
the other, where, putting 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.

"Though a horse has failed me," he said, "I trust that the earth will
stand me in good stead."

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.

When Blamor could gain breath to speak, he said,--

"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."

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 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.

"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."

"That yield I freely," said King Anguish. "And I heartily pray the
judges to deal with him mercifully."

Then the judges called Bleoberis to them and asked his advice.

"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."

"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."

"I leave his fate to you," said Bleoberis. "Do what seems to you well."

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.

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.

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.

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.




CHAPTER IV.

THE DRAUGHT OF LOVE.


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, since the royal word had been passed that whatever he asked
should be his without fail.

"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."

"Then why ask it at all?"

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

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.

"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."

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.

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,--

"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."

Then with laughter and merriment they drank freely from the flask, and
both thought that they 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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

"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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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."

"However that be," said Galahad, "you have done me a great wrong, and
must yield or die."

"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."

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.

"Let him be," cried Sir Galahad. "I have given him his life, and no man
shall harm him."

"Shame is it in you to say so!" cried the king. "Has he not slain your
father and mother?"

"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."

"It was a sinful custom, truly," said the king.

"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?"

"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."

"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."

"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."

[Illustration: TRISTRAM AND THE FAIR ISOLDE.]

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 was still in their
veins, and they loved each other with a love that was past all telling.

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.

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.




CHAPTER V.

THE PERILS OF TRUE LOVE.


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.

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.

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.

As she sat there Palamides appeared, and, after listening awhile to her
sad complaining, said,--

"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."

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.

"I trust to your promise," said Palamides. "Remain here half an hour and
you shall see her."

"I shall remain," said the queen.

Palamides then rode away, and within the time mentioned returned with
the maiden, whom Isolde clasped to her heart with happy tears.

"Now, madam, I have kept my word," said Palamides; "you must keep
yours."

"I promised you hastily," answered the queen; "and I warn you now that I
will grant you nothing evil; so beware of your asking."

"My boon will keep till I meet you before the king," said Palamides.
"What it is I shall not tell you now."

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.

"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."

"Why made you this promise, my lady?" asked the king.

"I did so for grief at the loss of Dame Bragwaine, and for joy to
recover her."

"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."

"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."

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.

"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."

"As for that, I shall dare the risk."

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.

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.

"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."

"I shall follow him, and seek to rescue the queen," said a knight named
Lambegus, one of Tristram's followers.

"I thank you, Sir Lambegus. If I live, I will remember the service."

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.

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.

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.

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.

Meanwhile, Tristram had returned from the hunt, and when he learned what
had happened, he was half beside himself with anger.

"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."

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.

"Where is my lady now?" he asked.

"Safe in my castle," said the knight. "And there she can hold herself
secure against the Saracen."

"Then I owe you much," said Tristram. "Trust me to see that some of your
men be sent to your aid."

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.

"The misbegotten rogue takes life easy," said Tristram. "Go rouse him,
Gouvernail. Bid him make ready to answer for his outrage."

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.

"Go again and tell him that I, his mortal foe, am here."

Gouvernail now prodded him with the butt of his spear, and cried,--

"Arise, Sir Palamides, and make ready, for yonder is Sir Tristram, and
he sends you word that he is your mortal foe."

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 career,
Tristram smote him so hard a blow as to thrust him over his horse's tail
to the ground.

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.

"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."

Then, moved by her tender heart, she went down and besought Tristram to
fight no more.

"What mean you?" he asked. "Would you have me shamed?"

"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."

"As you wish," he replied. "The fight shall end, since you desire it."

"As for you, Sir Palamides," she said, "I command that you shall go out
of this country while I am in it."

"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."

"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."

This message filled Palamides with the greatest 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.

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.

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.

But Tristram took the sword-point under his arm, and ran in on the king,
wresting the weapon from his hand.

"Where are my knights and men?" cried the enraged king. "I charge you to
kill this traitor!"

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 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.

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.

"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."

"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.

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 Mark had with him thirty knights who
stood ready to meet all comers.

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.

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.

"What knight is this who fights so well?" asked the king.

"Sir," said Tristram, "it is Lamorak de Galis, one of the best knights
who ever put spear in rest."

"Then, Sir Tristram, you must meet him. It were a shame to us all to let
him go away victor."

"It were a greater shame to overthrow a noble knight when he and his
horse are worn out with over-labor."

"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."

"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."

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 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.

"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."

"You have done me an evil turn," said Lamorak, angrily, "for which I
shall repay you when an opportunity comes."

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.

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.

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.

Soon afterwards, therefore, the boy appeared at Tintagil Castle, and
presented King Mark the magic horn, telling him of its virtues, and all
that Sir Lamorak had bidden him say.

"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."

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.

"Now, by my knightly honor, all these false dames shall be burnt!" cried
the king. "My court shall be purged of this vile stain."

"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."

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.

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 tell her of his
love and hear from her lips that her love for him had never dimmed.

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.

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.

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,--

"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."

"Boast not, false traitor," cried Andred. "For all thy vaunting, thou
shalt die this day."

"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."

"Would I so?" cried Andred, angrily. "You shall see what I would do."

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

[Illustration: THE CLIFFS ABOVE THE SEA.]

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."

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.

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.

Afterwards Tristram dwelt long in Brittany, and helped King Howell much
in his wars.




CHAPTER VI.

THE MADNESS OF SIR TRISTRAM.


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 brought her, saying that he had been false to her, and had married
Isolde the White Handed, daughter of King Howell of Brittany.

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.

At this longed-for news the queen swooned from pure joy. When she
recovered and was able to speak, she said, in pitiful accents,--

"Gentle seneschal, I pray you bring him where I may speak with him, or
my heart will break."

"Trust me for that," answered Dinas.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

"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! 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."

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.

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,--

"What the foul fiend is this? Who are you, fellow? and where in the wide
world have you come from?"

Kehydius, who had fallen on his feet, answered the king with ready wit.

"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."

"The next time you are sleepy, good fellow, hunt a safer couch," laughed
the king, and turned again to his chess.

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
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.

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.

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.

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.

"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."

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.

When at length he came to himself, he sent 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.

"Where shall I find him?" asked the damsel.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

"It grieves me to learn this," said the lady. "Where is he?"

"Here, near by your castle."

"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."

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.

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.

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 clipped his hair and
beard, and made him look like a fool.

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.

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 followed him, brandishing the sword
wildly, and leaping like a madman as he rushed into the forest.

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.

"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."

"That must be Sir Matto le Breune," said King Mark, "who lost his wit
because Sir Gaheris robbed him of his lady."

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.

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.

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 mind. So deeply did she grieve, indeed,
that she vowed to destroy herself, declaring bitterly that she would not
live if Tristram was dead.

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."

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

At this moment the herdsmen called to Tristram, who had just come from
the forest depths: "Help the knight."

"Help him yourselves," said Tristram.

"We dare not," they replied.

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.

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.

"Where had you this adventure?" asked the king.

"At the herdsmen's fountain in the forest," said Dinant. "There where so
many knights-errant meet. They say this madman haunts that spot."

"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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 which always remembered and loved
its old master.

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.

"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."

But Isolde fell to the ground in a swoon, and lay there long insensible.
When at length she recovered, she said,--

"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."

"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."

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.

"What does this mean?" he asked.

"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."

"That I cannot believe," said the king. "Tell me your name, my good
man."

"My name is Tristram of Lyonesse," answered the knight. "I am in your
power. Do with me what you will."

The king looked at him long and strangely, with anger in his eyes.

"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."

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.

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.

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.

On being shown the banished knight, he went to him and told his errand.

"You come in good season," said Tristram, "for to Camelot am I now
bound."

"Then I would go with you in fellowship."

"You are right welcome, Sir Dinadan." Then Tristram turned to the others
and said,--

[Illustration: TINTAGIL, KING ARTHUR'S CASTLE, FROM THE VALLEY.]

"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."

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.




                                BOOK VII.

                     HOW TRISTRAM CAME TO CAMELOT.




CHAPTER I.

TRISTRAM AND DINADAN.


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.

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.

This done, Tristram and Dinadan departed, leaving their opponents in
surprise that such valor 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.

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.

She now told her story of crime and treachery to the two wanderers, with
the same request.

"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."

"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!"

"Come, come, good comrade," said Tristram. "Do not show the white
feather."

"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."

"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 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."

"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."

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.

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!"

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 crew took to flight, there were but ten of them
alive.

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.

They invited him with knightly warmth and courtesy to go with them to
their lodging.

"Many thanks, fair sirs," said Tristram, "but I cannot go with you."

"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."

"Nor that either," answered Tristram. "In good time you shall know my
name, but not now."

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.

"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."

"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."

"Come, come," said Tristram, "and you a Knight of the Round Table! You
cannot refuse to win your lodging in knightly fashion."

"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."

"Be it so, if it must," said Dinadan. "In flat English, I will not go to
the castle."

"Are you a man?" demanded Tristram, scornfully. "Come, Dinadan, I know
you are no coward. On your knighthood, come."

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.

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.

"The foul fiend take them!" cried Dinadan. "Fight I will not; I am here
for rest."

"We are now the lords of the castle, and must defend its custom," said
Tristram. "Make ready, therefore, for fight you must."

"Why, in the devil's name, came I here in your company?" cried Dinadan.
"You will wear all the flesh off my bones."

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.

"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."

"Then if you will not fight I must face them both," said Tristram. "Come
forth, both of you, I am ready for you."

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.

"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."

Then he and Tristram fought long and fiercely, Tristram in the end
driving him back three paces. At this Gaheris and Dinadan pushed
between them and bade them cease fighting, as both had done enough for
honor.

"So be it," said Tristram, "and these brave knights are welcome to lodge
with us in the castle if they will."

"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."

With these words he mounted his horse and rode in an ill-humor out of
the castle gates.

"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."

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.

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,--

"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."

"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."

"Good faith, I fear him not," said Pellinore, haughtily, and rode on his
way.

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.

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.

"Lancelot is not far away," said Tristram. "As for me, I will be there,
and do my best to win honor in the fray."

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.

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.




CHAPTER II.

ON THE ROAD TO THE TOURNAMENT.


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.

"If you would win great honor come with me," she said.

"To win honor is the breath of my life," said Tristram. "Lead on, fair
maiden."

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.

"Fair sir," said Gawaine, "whither ride you with that damsel?"

"Whither she may lead me," said Tristram. "That is all I know of the
matter."

"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."

He drew his sword as he spoke, and said in stern accents to the
damsel,--

"Tell me wherefore and whither you lead this knight, or you shall die on
the spot. I know you, minx, and the false-hearted witch who sends you."

"Mercy, Sir Gawaine!" she cried, trembling in mortal fear. "Harm me not,
and I will tell you all I know."

"Say on, then. I crave not your worthless life, but will have it if you
tell me not the truth."

"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."

"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?"

"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."

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,--

"Queen Morgan le Fay, send out the knights 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."

"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."

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.

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 Pite, 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.

"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."

Then he rode at full speed between the lady and her pursuer, and cried
loudly,--

"False knight and murderer, leave that lady and try your tricks on me."

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.

But Breuse Sans Pite 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.

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.

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 him, and he her, for he failed not to recognize his
old acquaintance.

"What of my dear lady, La Belle Isolde?" he asked, eagerly.

"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."

"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.

"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."

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.

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.

In the midst of their conversation a messenger entered, who told
Pellounes that his son, Persides 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.

"I know him," said Tristram, "and a good and worthy knight he is."

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.

"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."

"You hate Sir Tristram, then? Do you think that will trouble him much,
and that he is not able to withstand your malice?"

"He is a better knight than I, that I admit. But for all that I owe him
no good will."

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.

"What knight is that?" he asked. "He looks like a strong and able one."

"He is one of the best in the world," said Persides. "I know him well."

"Is it Sir Lancelot?"

"No, no. It is Palamides, an unchristened Saracen, but a noble man."

"Palamides! I should know him too, but his arms deceived me."

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.

"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."

"Not I," said Persides. "Let us not go like courtiers there, but like
men ready to withstand their enemies."

"As you will. To fight or to look on is all one to me."

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,--

"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."

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.

At this Tristram sprang up in furious anger and sore shame, and leaped
into his saddle.

Then he sent Gouvernail to Palamides, accusing him of treachery, and
demanding a joust on equal terms.

"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."

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.

"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."

"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."

As they stood thus talking there came by them a likely knight, who rode
soberly and heavily, bearing a black shield.

"What knight is that?" asked Tristram.

"It is Sir Briant of North Wales," answered Persides. "I know him well."

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.

"Let it be so, if he will have it so," said Briant. "Bid him make
ready."

Then they rode together, and the Welsh knight got a severe fall.

"What Cornish knight is this?" asked Tristram.

"None, as I fancy," said Dinadan. "I warrant he is of King Ban's blood,
which counts the noblest knights of the world."

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.

"By my faith," said Tristram, "he is a good knight, whoever he be, and I
never saw one yet that rode so well."

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.

"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."

"One ride only, for the honor of North Wales," beseeched the king.

"Well, if you will have it so; but I have seen many a man have a fall at
his own request."

Then he sent a squire to the victor knight, and challenged him to a
joust.

"Fair fellow," said the knight, "tell me your lord's name."

"It is Sir Palamides."

"He is well met, then. I have seen no knight in seven years with whom I
would rather tilt."

Then the two knights took spears from their squires, and rode apart.

"Now," said Dinadan, "you will see Palamides come off the victor."

"I doubt it," answered Tristram. "I wager the knight with the Cornish
shield will give him a fall."

"That I do not believe," said Dinadan.

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.

"How now?" cried Tristram. "Am I not right? I knew by the way those
knights ride which would fall."

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.

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.

"Ye villains!" he cried, "twelve to one! And taking a man unawares! You
want a lesson, and by my faith you shall have it."

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.

"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!"

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.




CHAPTER III.

AT THE CASTLE OF MAIDENS.


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- 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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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 to the earth, where he was almost slain, for as he lay there
helpless more than forty horsemen rode over him in the fray.

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.

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.

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,--

"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."

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
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.

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.

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.

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.

"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."

"Sir," said the messenger, "he will be on King Arthur's side, in company
with the noblest knights."

"Then I will fight for Northgalis, though yesterday I held with
Carados."

[Illustration: TRISTRAM THEREUPON DEPARTED TO HIS PAVILION.]

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.

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.

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.

At this juncture Lancelot, who had hitherto taken little part, met a
knight retiring from the lists with a sore wound in the head.

"Who hurt you so badly?" he asked.

"That knight with the black shield, who is making havoc wherever he
goes," was the answer. "I may curse the time I ever faced him, for he is
more devil than mortal man."

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.

"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.

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.

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.

"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."

Then he rode to the king with the hundred knights and said,--

"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."

"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."

Then the king called off his knights, and withdrew from the combat with
Lancelot's kindred.

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.

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!"

"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."

Then he went to the knights of his party and comforted them for their
discomfiture.

"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."

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,--

"Madam, I came for no other cause than that my lady, La Belle Isolde,
sent me to inquire after your welfare."

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.

Soon afterwards she found Tristram, who had set up his pavilion in the
forest, and told him of the incident.

"Then, on my head, there is mischief here afloat," said Tristram; "some
good knight has gone distracted."

Taking his horse and sword he rode to the place, and there he found the
knight complaining woefully.

"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?"

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.

"Who are you that holds me so tightly?" said Palamides.

"I am a man of this forest, and mean you no harm, but would save you
from injury."

"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."

"What would you do if you had him?"

"I would fight him and ease my heart. And yet, sooth to say, he is a
gentle and noble knight."

"Will you go with me to my lodging?"

"No; I will go to the king with the hundred knights. He rescued me from
Bors and Hector, or they had slain me treacherously."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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,--

"Knight with the black shield, make ready for me!"

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.

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.

"Sword to sword let it be!" cried Tristram.

Palamides, nothing loth, drew his weapon, and so fierce a combat began
in the midst of the arena 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!"

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.

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.

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.

This cry met the ears of Lancelot, who was engaged in another part of
the field. Then he got a spear and came towards the cry. Seeing
Tristram standing without an antagonist, he cried out,--

"Knight with the black shield, well and worthily have you done; now make
ready to joust with me."

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.

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.

But neither for king, queen, nor knights would he accept it, and when
the cry was raised by the heralds,--

"Sir Lancelot, Sir Lancelot has won the field this day!" he bade them
change, and cry instead,--

"The knight with the black shield has won the day."

But the estates and the commonalty cried out together,--

"Sir Lancelot has won the field, whoever say nay!"

This filled Lancelot with shame and anger, and he rode with a lowering
brow to King Arthur, to whom he cried,--

"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."

"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."

"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."

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.




CHAPTER IV.

THE QUEST OF THE TEN KNIGHTS.


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.

"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."

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.

"I thank you, Sir Dinadan, for your good will," said Tristram, "but you
shall see that I am able to handle him."

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.

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.

As for Palamides, when he recovered from his 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.

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.

"What shield did he bear?" asked Tristram.

"It was indented with black and white," answered the damsel.

"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."

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.

"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."

This scornful reply silenced the boastful Saracen, who fell into an
angry moodiness.

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.

"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."

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.

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.

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.

"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."

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.

"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."

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.

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.

"So," cried the old knight in a hot passion. "I am harboring here my
sons' murderer, and troubling myself to give him noble cheer. By my
father's grave, I will revenge my boys' death on him and his
companions."

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.

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.

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.

As they sat at table together the king asked his guest what tidings he
brought from Arthur's realm of Logris.

"Sir," he answered, "King Arthur still reigns nobly, and he lately
presided at a grand tournament 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."

"Then by my crown it must have been Lancelot, or Palamides the Pagan."

"Not so. These knights were against him of the black shield."

"Was it Sir Tristram?" asked the king.

"In sooth you have it now."

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.

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.

This reproof cut Gaheris deeply, and returning to King Mark he took his
leave of him and his court, saying,--

"Sir king, this I must say, that you did a foul shame to yourself and
your kingdom when you banished Sir Tristram. Had he stayed here you
would not have wanted a champion."

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.

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.

"I will prove what it is worth," said Kay, and bade adieu to the king.

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.

"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."

"I shall not fail you," said Gaheris.

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.

It was now night, but the moon rode high in the 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.

During this encounter Gaheris had remained hidden under the woodland
shadows. He now cried sternly,--

"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.

Leaping from his horse and helping Kay to his feet, Gaheris sternly bade
his antagonists to tell their names or they should die.

"Beware what you do," said the second knight. "This is King Mark of
Cornwall, and I am his cousin Andred."

"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."

"Spare my life," prayed the king, "and I will make full amends."

"You a king; and dealing in treachery!" cried Gaheris. "You have lived
long enough."

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.

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.

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.

"You will find it hard to take out of the flesh that which is bred in
the bone," he said.

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.

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.

"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. Now do your worst upon him, Sir
Saracen, while he is too sick to defend himself."

Surprise and shame overcame Palamides at this announcement, and he
dropped his head in confusion.

"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."

As they spoke, a damsel brought them their noontide meal, and said as
she gave it them,--

"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."

"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."

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.

"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."

Then Tristram was brought to the castle hall on his couch, with the
other two knights beside him.

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

To this Tristram agreed, and staid many more days with the old knight,
growing well rapidly under the healing influence of hope and liberty.




CHAPTER V.

THE KNIGHT WITH THE COVERED SHIELD.


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,--

"Good sirs, let us here take each his own road, and many fair adventures
may come to us all."

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,--

"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."

"God forfend," said Tristram. "I am just released from prison, and have
had enough of that regimen."

"You shall stay here, nevertheless, till I learn who you are and whence
you came, but I promise you no hard quarters."

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.

"Tell me your name," said the queen, at the end of the repast, "and you
shall depart when you will."

"Thanks for your promise, fair lady. My name is Tristram de Lyonesse."

"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."

"Let me see the shield that you wish me to bear," asked Tristram.

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.

"This is a fair shield," said Tristram; "but what signifies the device?"

"It signifies King Arthur and Queen Guenever," said Morgan, "and a
knight that holds them both in bondage."

"And who is the knight?"

"That you shall not know at present."

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.

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,--

"Sir knight, defend yourself!"

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.

"Fool, you have brought it on yourself," said Tristram. "It is not my
fault if you got what you designed for me."

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.

"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."

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."

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.

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.

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
knew that Lancelot was in quest of him, while he knew no other knight of
equal prowess.

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.

"Sir stranger," said the king, "before we fight, I require you to tell
me where you got that shield."

"I had it from Morgan le Fay, sister to King Arthur," answered Tristram.

"Then, if you are worthy to bear it, you are able to tell me its
meaning."

"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."

"In truth," said Arthur, "no knight should bear arms he cannot
understand. But at least you will tell me your name."

"To what intent?" asked Tristram.

"Simply that I wish to know."

"That is small reason. I decline to tell you."

"If not, we must do battle together."

"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."

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.

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.

Then Tristram wheeled his horse and said,--

"Fair sirs, I had no need to joust with you, for I have done enough
to-day; but you forced me to it."

"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."

"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."

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 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.

"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.

"You would be wise not to meddle," said the leader of the ten, who was
the villanous knight called Breuse San Pite. "Go your way while your
skin is whole. As for this knight, he is our prey."

"Say you so!" cried Tristram. "There may be two words to that."

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.

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.

"Thanks for your timely aid," said the Saracen. "You have saved my
life."

"What is your name?" asked Tristram.

"It is Sir Palamides."

"Then have I saved my greatest enemy; and I here challenge you to
battle."

"What is your name?" asked Palamides.

"I am Tristram of Lyonesse."

"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."

"Well said," answered Tristram. "Let it be in the meadow by the river at
Camelot, there where Merlin set the tombstone."

"Agreed. I shall not fail you."

"How came you in battle with these ten dastards?"

"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 Pite. 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."

"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."

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.

As they did so Tristram's horse neighed loudly and was answered by
another horse near by. They 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.

"A stout-looking fellow that," said Tristram. "What shall we do?"

"Awake him," said Palamides.

Tristram did so, stirring him with the butt of his spear.

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.

When the two overthrown knights gained their feet again, they looked at
one another with faces of shame and anger.

"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."

"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."

"I can trust you to meet me at the place appointed?"

"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."

"And I wish you health."

With these words they parted, each riding his own way.

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.

"He treated me and Palamides the same way," said Tristram, "and I am on
his track to repay him."

"By my faith, you had best turn back," said Gawaine.

"By my head, I will not," said Tristram, and he rode on in pursuit.

The next day he met Kay the seneschal and Dinadan in a meadow.

"What tidings have you?" he asked.

"Not good," they answered.

"Tell me what they are. I ride in search of a knight."

"What cognizance does he bear?"

"He carries a shield covered by a cloth."

"Then you are not far from him," said Kay. "We lodged last night in a
widow's house, and that 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."

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.

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.

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.

"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."

"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."

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.

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.

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.

At last the unknown knight rested on his weapon, and said,--

"Sir stranger, you are the best fighter I ever saw in armor. I would
know you better, and beg to learn your name."

"I care not to tell it," said Tristram.

"Why not? I never make my name a secret."

"Then pray tell it, for I would give much to know the name of the
stoutest knight I ever drew sword upon."

"Fair sir, my name is Lancelot du Lake."

"Alas, can this be so? Have I fought thus against the man I love best in
the world?"

"Then who are you?"

"My name is Tristram de Lyonesse."

"Oh, what strange chance is this! Take my sword, Sir Tristram, for you
have earned it well."

And he knelt and yielded Tristram his sword.

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.

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.

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.

"Return, then, for your quest is done," said Lancelot. "I have found Sir
Tristram, and here he is in person."

"Then, by my life, you are heartily welcome!" cried Gawaine. "You have
eased me from great labor, and there are ten others seeking you. Why
came you hither of yourself?"

"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."

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.

"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."

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.

"By our faith," cried Gawaine, Bleoberis, and Kay, "we can testify to
that, for he left us all on the ground."

"Aha! who could this strong fellow have been?" asked Arthur. "Did any of
you know him?"

They all declared that he was a stranger to them, though Tristram kept
silent.

"If you know not, I do; it was Lancelot or none," cried the king.

"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."

"So," they all cried, "it is he who has beguiled us with his covered
shield!"

"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."

"That is an old trick of yours," said Arthur.

"One must go in disguise in these days, or go untried," laughed
Lancelot.

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!"

"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."

"I am at your command," said Tristram.

"It is that you abide in my court, and be one of my knights."

"That I am loath to do, for I have work laid out elsewhere."

"Yet you have passed your word. You shall not say me nay."

"Then be it as you will," said Tristram.

[Illustration: ADMISSION OF SIR TRISTRAM TO THE KING OF THE ROUND
TABLE.]

These words spoken, Arthur took Tristram by the hand and led him to the
Round Table, going 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."

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.

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.

END OF VOL. I.




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Transcriber's note:

Fifteen spelling errors have been corrected as follows:

   Pg. 38 "Tintagel" to "Tintagil" (15) (the Duke of Tintagil)

   Pg. 74 "churchyard" to "church-yard" (4) (near a church-yard)

   Pg. 114 "way-side" to "wayside" (2) (they reached a wayside)

   Pg. 166 "eat" to "ate" (of which Kay ate heartily)

   Pg. 200 "vassels" to "vassals" (4) (dead or my vassals)

   Pg. 206 "swept" to "wept" (wept for pity.)

   Pg. 212 "therefor" to "therefore" (24) (and sureties therefore.")

   Pg. 223 "Badgemagus" to "Bagdemagus" (11) (King Bagdemagus)

   Pg. 246 "togther" to "together" (together in furious)

   Pg. 281 "threatingly" to "threateningly" (shook the sword
           threateningly)

   Pg. 284 "say" to "saw" (when he saw him coming)

   Pg. 287 "beleagured" to "beleaguered" (a hundred beleaguered him)

   Pg. 291 "is" to "if" (seemed as if she returned his love)

   Pg. 298 "Taulurd" to "Taulard" (2) (brother to that Taulard)

   Pg. 336 "wellnigh" to "well-nigh" (2) (he well-nigh lost his wits)

The following list of similar words appear in the original text and
have been retained.

   "Percival" (p 12) and "Percivale" (elsewhere)

   "lady Colombe" (p 65) and "lady Columbe" (p 355)

   "gerfalcon" (p 135) and "jerfalcon" (p 221)

   "Sagramore" and "Sagramour"

   "villain" (17) and "villanous" (8) and villany (3)



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