Gareth and Lynette. the Last Tall Son of Lot and Bellicent, and Tallest

Home , Dagonet

G ARETH AND LYNETTE .

HE Bellicent T last tall son of Lot and ,

An d s rin tallest , Gareth , in a showerful p g

A - Stared at the spate . slender shafted Pine

’ whirl d . Lost footing , fell , and so was away

’ a s How he went down , said Gareth , a false knight

Or evil king before my lance if lance

—O Were mine to use senseless cataract ,

Bearing all down in thy precipitancy

A d but n yet thou art swollen with cold snows ,

And mine is living blood thou dost His will ,

’ and I The Maker s, not knowest , and that know,

’ v Ha e strength and wit , in my good mother s hall 4 AR N G ETH AND LY E TTE .

l Linger with vaci lating obedience ,

’ ’ Prison d c o ax d , and kept and and whistled to

' Since the good mother holds me still a child

Good mother is bad mother unto me

A worse were better ; yet no worse would I .

Heaven yield her for it , but in me put force

To weary her ears with one continuous prayer ,

Until she let me ﬁy discaged to sweep

In ever -highering eagle -circles up

r T o the great Sun of Glo y , and thence swoop

D thl n s own upon all g base , and dash them dead ,

A A knight of rthur , working out his will ,

T a . W h o cle nse the world y , Gawain , when he came

i n With Modred hither the summertime ,

’ Ask d me to tilt with him , the proven knight .

Modred for want of worthier. was the judge .

I Then so shook him in the saddle , he said ,

’ ” “ rev a il d s —h Thou hast half p against me , said o e N GAR ETH A ND LY ETTE .

’ Tho Modred biting his thin lips was mute ,

For he is alway sullen : what c a re I

n d ai A Gareth went , and hovering round her ch r

k ’ d ’ il d As , Mother , tho ye count me still the ch ,

’ la u h d Sweet mother , do ye love the child She g ,

’ - Thou art but a wild goose to question it .

l ’ Then , mother , an ye love the chi d , he said ,

n l Bei g a goose and rather tame than wi d ,

’ ’ ‘ - Hear the child s story . Yea , my well beloved ,

’ ’ An twere but of the goose and golden eggs .

’ An d a n swer d Gareth her with kindling eyes ,

‘ Na y , nay , good mother , but this egg of mine

W a s ﬁner gold than any goose can la y ;

For this an Eagle , a royal Eagle , laid

Al - most beyond eye reach , on such a palm

As th glitters gilded in y Book of Hours . G GARETH A ND LYNETTE .

An d there wa s ever haunting round the palm

A lusty youth , but poor , who often saw

The m splendour sparkling fro aloft , and thought

’ An I a could climb and lay my h nd upon it ,

" w h Then ere I wealthier than a leas of kings .

’ w rea ch d But ever hen he a hand to climb ,

hi s d One that had loved him from childhoo , caught

’ A n d s ta d e y him , Climb not lest thou break thy n ck ,

I ” charge thee by my love , and so the boy ,

Sweet mother , neither clomb , nor brake his neck ,

But brake his very heart in pining for it ,

7 An d s pa t away .

w To hom the mother said ,

’ ’ risk d c limb d Tru e love , sweet son , had himself and ,

’ An d handed down the golden treasure to him .

’ An d a n swer d Gareth her with kindling eyes ,

3‘ I —a Gold said gold y then , why he , or she , AR D G ETH AN LYNETTE .

’ whos oe e r w Or it was , or half the orld — H a d ventured ha d the thing I spake of been

' — tha t true Mere gold but this was all of steel ,

Whereof they forged the brand Excalibur ,

’ An d l la d ightnings p y about it in the storm ,

An d all ﬁ urrie d the little fowl were at it ,

An d n there were cries and clashi gs in the nest ,

’ : That sent him from his senses let me go .

’ Bellic ent b emoa n d Then herself and said ,

Hast thou no pity upon my lonelin ess

Lo , where thy father Lot beside the hearth

’ all s moulder d ! Lies like a log , and but out

For ever since when traitor to the King

him ' He fought against in the Barons war ,

An d A rthur gave him back his territory ,

His age hath slowly droopt , and now lies there

A et - y warm corpse , and yet unburiable , R E A ND T S GA TH LYNET E .

N o more ; nor sees , nor hears , nor speaks , nor knows .

’ An d Arthur s h all both thy brethren are in ,

Albeit neither loved with that full love

I feel for thee , nor worthy such a love

i Stay therefore thou ; red berr es charm the bird ,

An d thee , mine innocent , the j ousts , the wars ,

ﬁn er -a Who never knewest g che , nor pang

’ — Of wren ch d or broken limb a n often chance

- - a In those brain stunning shocks , and tourney f lls ,

Frights to my heart but stay : follow the deer

By these tall ﬁrs a n d our fast -falling burns ;

’ So make thy manhood mightier day by da y

Sweet is the chase : and I will seek thee out

Some comfortable bride and fair , to grace

’ a nd Thy climbing life , cherish my prone year ,

’ Till fa lling into Lot s forgetfulness

e . I know not the , myself, nor anything

’ e are Stay , my best son y yet more boy than man . GARETH A ND LYNETTE .

An . Then Gareth , ye hold me yet for child

Hear yet once more the story of the child .

i s For , mother , there was once a King , l ke our

The prince his heir , when tall and marriageable ,

’ As k d for a bride and thereupon the King

’ a a Set two before him . One was f ir , strong , rm d

But to be won by force—and many men

Desired her ; one , good lack , no man desired .

An d these were the conditions of the King

That save he won the ﬁrst by force , he needs

m an Must wed that other , whom no desired ,

A - red faced bride who knew herself so vile ,

’ lon d That evermore she g to hide herself,

Nor fronted man or woman , eye to eye — Yea some she cleaved to , but they died of her .

’ An d — c all d 0 one they her Fame and one , Mother ,

’ — H o w can ye keep me t ether d to you Shame

’ Ma n m . am I grown , a man s work ust I do 1 0 A R AND G ETH LYNETTE .

2‘ Follow the deer follow the Christ , the King ,

Live pure , speak true , right wrong , follow the King

Else wherefore born 9

To whom the mother said ,

Sweet son , for there be many who deem him not ,

Or will not deem him , wholly proven King

A lbeit in mine own heart I knew him King ,

When I was frequent with him in my youth ,

An d heard him Kingly speak , and doubted him

N0 more than he , himself ; but felt him mine , — Of closest kin to me : yet wilt thou leave

hidin Thine easeful g here , and risk thine all ,

2‘ Life , limbs , for one that is not proven King

r Stay , till the cloud that settles round his bi th

’ Hath lifted but a little . Stay , sweet son .

’ n A d Gareth a n swer d quickly , Not an hour ,

— ’ So that ye yield me I will walk thro ﬁre , E GARETH AND LYNETT . l l — it . Mother , to gain your full leave to go

’ ruin d Hom e Not proven , who swept the dust of

’ off c rush d From the threshold of the realm , and

The Idolaters , and made the people free

Who shoul d be Kin g save him who makes us free !

th e i n i So when Queen , who long had sought va n

i w To break him from the intent to wh ch he gre ,

’ Found her son s will unwaveringly one ,

’ ’ 2‘ a n s wer d ﬁr e She craftily , Will ye walk thro

’ al ﬁre Who w ks thro will hardly heed the smoke .

A : y , go then , an ye must only one proof,

Before thou ask the King to make thee knight ,

Of thine obedience and thy love to me .

—I ’ Thy mother , demand .

And Gareth cried ,

A r ha d one , or a hundred , so I go . — Nay quick ! the proof to prove me to the quick ! 1 2 GA RETH A ND LYNETTE .

But slowly spake the mother looking at him ,

’ A a Prince , thou shalt go disguised to rthur s h ll ,

' An d hire thyself to serve f or m e a ts and drinks

A - mong the scullions and the kitchen knaves ,

An d those that hand the dish across the bar .

Nor shalt thou tell thy name to anyone .

’ An d thou shalt serve a twelvemonth and a da y .

For so the Queen believed that when her son

Beheld his only way to glory lead

’ - Low down thro villain kitchen vassalage ,

Her own true Gareth was too princely - proud

a To p ss thereby so should he rest with her ,

Closed in her castle from the sound of arms .

Silent awhile was Gareth , then replied .

The thrall in person may be free in soul ,

An d . I shall see the jousts Thy son am I ,

n d . A since thou art my mother , must obey G AR E H T AND LYNETTE . l 3

I therefore yield me freely to thy will

w For hence ill I , disguised , and hire myself

To serve with scullions and with kitchen -kna ves

— ’ n . Nor tell my name to any no , not the Ki g

’ ’ lin r d Gareth awhile ge . The mother s eye

ul F l of the wistful fear that he would go ,

’ ’ An d d turning toward him wheresoe er he turu ,

Per le xt p his outward purpose , till an hour ,

’ When wa ken d by the wind which with full voice

w ’ S ept bellowing thro the darkness on to dawn ,

He rose , and out of slumber calling two

a on Th t still had tended him from his birth ,

u Before the wakef l mother heard him , went .

The three were clad like tillers of the soil .

a Southward they set their f ces . The birds made

Melody on branch , and melody in mid air .

’ - The damp hill slopes were quieken d into green , 14: GARETH AND LYNE TTE .

An d the live green had kindled into ﬂowers ,

For it was past the time of Easterday .

So , when their feet were planted on the plain

’ broa den d That toward the base of Camelot ,

Far off they saw the silver-misty morn

i Roll ng her smoke about the Royal mount,

That rose between the forest and the ﬁeld .

’ At times the summit of the high city ﬁa sh d

At times the Spires and turrets half-way down

’ ’ Pric k d thro the mist ; at times the great gate shone

’ o en d : Only , that p on the ﬁeld below

’ A dis a ear d non , the whole fair city had pp .

Then those who went with Gareth were amazed ,

One crying , Let us go no further, lord .

Here is a city of Enchanters , built

’ ’ e eho d By fairy Kings . The second him ,

e Lord , we have heard from our wise men at hom 1 GA RETH AND LYNETTE . 5

To Northward , that this King is not the King ,

But only changeling out of Fairyland ,

Who drave the heathen hence by sorcery

’

An . d Merlin s glamour Then the ﬁrst again ,

n Lord , there is no such city a ywhere ,

’ But all a vision .

’ Gareth a n swer d them

With laughter , swearing he had glamour enow

In his own blood , his princedom , youth and hopes ,

To plunge old Merlin in the Arabian sea ;

’ i So push d them all unw lling toward the gate .

And there was no gate like it under heaven .

For barefoot on the keystone , which was lined

An d an -f i rippled like ever leet ng wave ,

The Lady of the Lake stood all her dr ess

Wept from her sides as water ﬂowing away

But like the cross her great and goodly arms 1 6 A R A D G ETH N LYNETTE .

’ Stre tc h d under all the cornice and upheld

An d drops of water fell from either hand

An d down from one a sword was hung , from one

A m censer , either worn with wind and stor ;

’ An d o er her breast ﬂoated the sa cred ﬁsh

An d f in the space to le t of her , and right ,

’ A in Were rthur s wars weird devices done ,

c o - New things and old twisted , as if Time

n Were nothi g , so inveterately , that men

Were giddy gazing there ; and over all

High on the top were those three Queens , the friends

A Of rthur , who should help him at his need .

Then the s e with Gareth for so long a space

’ s e em d Stared at the ﬁgures , that at last it

The dragon -boughts and elvish emblemin gs

’ r : c all d Began to move , seethe , twine and cu l they

’ To Gareth , Lord , the gateway is alive . GA RETH AND LYNETTE . 1 7

An d Gareth likewise on them ﬁxt his eyes

’ m ’ d n s e e . So lo g , that ev n to him they to move

l’ Out of the city a blast of music pe a d .

Back from the gate started the three , to whom

n From out thereu der came an ancient man ,

- Long bearded , saying , Who be ye , my sons

Then Gareth , We be tillers of the soil ,

W ho leaving share in furrow come to s ee

: The glories of our King but these , my men ,

(Your city moved so weirdly in the mist!

i n Doubt if the K ng be Ki g at all , or come

From fairyland and whether this be built

By magic , and by fairy Kings and Queens

Or whether there be any city at all ,

Or al l a vision and this music now

a ’ H th scared them both , but tell thou these the truth .

Then that old Seer made answer playing on him 1 8 AR AND G ETH LYNETTE .

An d saying , Son , I have seen the good ship sail

Keel upward and mast downward in the heavens ,

An d solid turrets topsy - turvy in a ir :

An d here is truth but an it please thee not ,

Take thou the truth as thou hast told it me .

For truly , as thou say est , a Fairy King

An d Fairy Queens have built the city , son ;

They came from out a sacred mountain - cleft

Toward the sunrise , each with harp in hand ,

An d built it to the music of their harps .

An d as thou sayest it is enchanted , son ,

For there is nothing in it as it seems

Saving the King tho ’ some there be that hold

The King a shadow , and the city real

Yet take thou heed of him , for , so thou pass

Beneath this archway , then wilt thou become

A n thrall to his enchantme ts , for the King

l Wi l bind thee by such vows , as is a shame

2 0 AR A ND G ETH LYNETTE .

s a n d Confusion , and illu ion , relation ,

2‘ Elusion , and occasion , and evasion

I mock thee not but as thou mockest me ,

A n d the e f o r all that see , thou art not who

s e em es t Thou , but I know thee who thou art .

An d n ow thou goest up to mock the King ,

’ Who cannot brook the shadow of any lie .

Unmockingly the mocker ending here

’ Turn d to the right , and past along the plain

h W om Gareth looking after said , My men ,

Our one white lie sits like a little ghost

Here on the threshold of our enterprise .

Let love be blamed for it , not she , nor I

’ Well , we will make amends .

With all good cheer

’ ’ lau h d en ter d his He spake and g , then with twain GARETH A ND LYNETTE .

Camelot , a city of shadowy palaces

An d stately , rich in emblem and the work

Of ancient kings who did their da ys in stone

’ A ’ Which Merlin s hand , the Mage at rthur s court ,

’ touc h d . Knowing all arts , had , and everywhere

At ’ Arthur s ordinance , tipt with lessening peak

An d pinnacle , and had made it spire to heaven .

An d ever and anon a knight would pass

: hi Outward , or inward to the hall s arms

’ ’ Cla sh d ; and the sound was good to Gareth s ear .

An d out of bower and casement shyly glanced

Eyes of pure women , wholesome stars of love

An d all about a healthful people stept

As i n the presence of a gracious king .

Then into hall Gareth ascending heard

A A voice , the voice of rthur , and beheld

Far over heads in that long -vaulted hall 2 2 A R AND N G ETH LY ETTE .

The splendour of the presence of the King

’ —a n d lo ok d Throned , and delivering doom no more

But felt his young heart hammering in his ears ,

An d - thought , For this half shadow of a lie

’ The truthful King will doom me when I speak .

’ Yet pressing on , tho all in fear to ﬁnd

Sir Gawain or Sir Modred , saw nor one

Nor other , but in all the listening eyes

i Of those tall kn ghts , that ranged about the throne ,

Clear honour shining like the dewy star

Of dawn , and faith in their great King , with pure

ff A ection , and the light of victory ,

’ in d d a . An glory g , and evermore to gain

Then came a widow crying to the King ,

A ! e t boon , Sir King Thy father , Uther , r f

From my dead lord a ﬁeld with violence

’ ’ ho oe er roff er d For ws at ﬁrst he p gold , D I 2 3 GARETH AN YNETTE .

Yet , for the ﬁeld was pleasant in our eyes ,

We yielded not and then he reft us of it

’

t . Perforce , and lef us neither gold nor ﬁeld

‘ 9 Ar 2 Said thur , Whether would ye gold or ﬁeld

To whom the woman weeping , Nay , my lord ,

’ ’ The ﬁeld was pleasant in my husband s eye .

An d A u rth r , Have thy pleasant ﬁeld again ,

’ And Uther s thrice the gold for use thereof,

A . ccording to the years No boon is here ,

But justice , so thy say be proven true .

A ccursed , who from the wrongs his father did

Would shape himself a right !

An d while she past ,

a C me yet another widow crying to him ,

A ! i boon , Sir King Th ne enemy , King, am I .

i With th ne own hand thou slewest my dear lord ,

’ A i e w a r kn ght of Uther in the Bar ns , 2 4 AR A ND G ETH LYNETTE .

When Lot and many another rose and fought

A gainst thee , saying thou wert basely born .

k a s . I held with these , and loathe to thee aught

’ Yet 10 my husband s brother ha d my son

’ Thrall d in his castle , and hath starved him dead ;

An d standeth seized of that inheritance

W hich thou that slewest the sire hast left the son .

’ So tho I scarce can ask it thee for hate ,

Grant me s ome knight to do the battle for me ,

’ Kill the foul thief, and wreak me for my son .

n Then strode a good knight forward , cryi g to him

A boon , Sir King I am her kinsman , I .

’ a Give me to right her wrong , and sl y the man .

Then came Sir Kay , the seneschal , and cried ,

A i ’ boon , Sir K ng ev n that thou grant her none ,

’ mock d This railer , that hath thee in full hall

N w ’ one or the holesome boon of gyve and gag . GARETH AND LYNETTE .

’ B ut A i wr on d rthur , We sit , K ng , to help the g

’ Thro all our rea lm . The woman loves her lord .

a Pe ce to thee , woman , with thy loves and hates l

’ n do om d m The ki gs of old had thee to the ﬂa es ,

A urelius Emrys would have scourged thee dead ,

An d Uther slit thy tongue but get thee hence

Lest that rough humour of the kings of old

Return upon me Thou that art her kin ,

Go likewise lay him low and slay him not ,

But bring him here , that I may judge the right ,

According to the justice of the King

he s Then , he guilty , by that deathles King

’ Who lived and died for men , the man shall die .

Then came in hall the messenger of Mark ,

A name of evil savour in the land ,

The C ornish king . In either hand he bore

W shon - off hat dazzled all , and e far as shines 2 6 AR D G ETH AN LYNETTE .

A ﬁeld of charlock in the sudden sun

Between two showers , a cloth of palest gold ,

. t Which down he laid before the throne , and knel ,

Delivering , that his lord , the vassal king ,

’ Was ev n upon his way to Camelot ;

For having heard that Arthur of his grace

Had made his goodly cousin , Tristram , knight ,

An d , for himself was of the greater state ,

- Being a king , he trusted his liege lord

Would yield him this large honour all the more

’ ra d So p y him well to accept this cloth of gold ,

a In token of true heart and fe lty .

Then Arthur cried to rend the cloth to rend

In pieces , and so cast it on the hearth .

’ An - s m oulder d l ! oak tree there . The good y knight

What shall the shield of Mark stand among these

b all For , midway down the side of that long

2 8 AR AND G ETH LYNETTE .

i From war among themselves , but left them k ngs

Of whom were any bounteous , merciful ,

’ - d e nroll d Truth speaking , brave , goo livers , them we

A mong us , and they sit within our hall .

’ ta rnish d But Mark hath the great name of king ,

As Mark would sully the low state of churl

An d , seeing he hath sent u s cloth of gold ,

Return , and meet , and hold him from our eyes ,

Lest we should lap him up in cloth of lead ,

— —a Silenced for ever craven man of plots ,

a mb ushin s Craft , poisonous counsels , wayside g

No fault of thine let Kay the seneschal

Look to thy wants , and send thee satisﬁed

A d ! ccurse , who strikes nor lets the hand be seen

An d many another suppliant crying came

With noise of ravage wrought by beast and man ,

An d evermore a knight would ride away. AR G ETH AND LYNETTE .

Last Gareth leaning both hands heavily

ul Down on the sho ders of the twain , his men ,

’ A roa c h d pp between them toward the King , and

A boon , Sir King (his voice was all ashamed! ,

For see ye not how weak and hun gerw orn

I seem—leaning on these grant me to serve

For meat and drink among thy kitchen -kn aves

A twelvemonth and a day , nor seek my name .

’ Hereafte r I will ﬁght .

To him the King ,

A goodly youth and worth a goodlier boon

But an thou wilt no goodlier , then must Kay ,

’ The master of the meats and drinks , be thine .

He rose and past then Kay , a man of mien

Wan -sallow as the plant that feels itself

- Root bitten by white lichen , 30 AR AND G ETH LYNETTE .

Lo ye now !

A This fellow hath broken from some bbey , where ,

‘ n ot a n d God wot , he had beef brewis enow ,

However that might chance but an he work ,

c re Like any pigeon will I cram his p ,

’ An d sleeker shall he shine than any hog .

s Then Lancelot tanding near , Sir Seneschal ,

- Sleuth hound thou kn ewest , and . gray , and all the

hounds ;

A e horse thou kn west , a man thou dost not know

Broad brows and fair , a ﬂuent hair and ﬁne ,

High nose , a nostril large and ﬁne , and hands

— ’ Large , fair and ﬁne Some young lad s mystery

’ But , or from sheepcot or king s hall , the boy

- Is noble natured . Treat him with all grace ,

Lest he shoul d come to shame thy judging of

him . 31 GARETH AND LYNETTE .

murm ur e st Then Kay , What thou of mystery

’ Think ye this fellow will poison the King s di sh

- ! Nay , for he spake too fool like mystery

’ as k d Tut , an the lad were noble , he had

: For horse and armour fair and ﬁne , forsooth

- ir - but then it Sir Fine face , S Fair hands see to

That thine own ﬁneness , Lancelot , some ﬁne day

h — ’ Undo t ee not and leave my man to me .

So Gareth all for glory underwent

The sooty yoke of kitchen vassalage

Ate with young lads his portion by the door ,

’ An d c ouch d - at night with grimy kitchen knaves .

An d Lancelot ever spake him pleasantly,

But Kay the seneschal who loved him not

Would hustle and harry him , and labour him

t Beyond his comrade of the hear h , and set

e a r To turn the br ch , d aw water , or hew wood , 82 A R A ND G ETH LYNETTE .

Or grosser tasks and Gareth how ’ d himself

With all obedience to the King , and wrought

All kind of service with a noble ease

in That graced the lowliest act doing it .

An d ha d when the thralls talk among themselves ,

An d one would praise the love that linkt the King — And Lancelot how the King had saved his life

K ’ In battle twice , and Lancelot once the ing s

For Lancelot was the ﬁrst in Tournament ,

But Arthur mightiest on the battleﬁeld

Gareth was glad . Or if some other told ,

How once the wandering forester at dawn ,

F a r over the blue tarns and hazy seas ,

’ a - E r ri s On C er y highest found the King ,

hahe A naked , of whom the Prophet spake ,

A He passes to the Isle vilion ,

’ He passes and is heal d a n d cannot die

Gareth was glad . But if their talk were foul , 33 GARETH AND LYNETTE .

Then would he whistle rapid as any lark ,

s o Or carol some old roundelay , and loud

’

m o c k d bu t . That ﬁrst they , , after , reverenced him

Or Ga reth telling some prodigious tale

- Of knights , who sliced a red life bubbling way

’ w t Thro t enty folds of twis ed dragon , held

’ All in a gap -mou th d circle his good mates

Lying or sitting round him , idle hands ,

’ Cha rm d Ka ; till Sir y, the seneschal , would come

in Blustering upon them , like a sudden w d

A all . mong dead leaves , and drive them apart

Or when the thralls had sport among themselves ,

So there were any trial of mastery ,

a He , by two y rds in casting bar or stone

be s t Was counted ; and if there chanced a joust ,

So that Sir Kay nodded him leave to go ,

Would hurry thither , and when he saw the knights

Clash like the coming and retiring wave ,

D G ARE TII A ND N LY ETTE .

An d b o the spear spring , and good horse reel , the y

Was half beyond himself for ecstasy .

So for a month he wrought among the thralls

’ f ollow d the But in the weeks that , good Queen ,

Repentant of the word she made him swear ,

An d l saddening in her chi dless castle , sent ,

Between the increscent and decrescent moon ,

A m rms for her son , and loosed him fro his vow .

This , Gareth hearing from a squire of Lot

With whom he used to play at tourney once ,

b oth When were children , and in lonely haunts

Would scratch a ragged oval on the sand ,

An d e a ch at either das h from either end

Shame never made girl redder than Gareth j oy .

’

h d . He la ug he sprang Out of the smoke , at once

I leap from Satan ’ s foot to Peter ’ s knee

36 GARETH AND LYNETTE

n Then Gareth , lightly springing from his k ees ,

o c a . My King , f r hardihood I ppromise thee

For uttermost obedience make dem a nd

Of whom ye gave me to , the Seneschal ,

No mellow master of the meats and drinks

An d as for love , God wot , I love not yet ,

’ But love I shall , God willing .

An d the Ki n g

a but M ke thee my knight in secret yea , he ,

Our noblest brother , and our truest man ,

’

n d . A one with me in all , he needs must know

Let Lancelot know , my King , let Lancelot know ,

Thy noblest and thy truest

An d the King

But wherefore would ye men should wonder at yo u

Na y, rather for the sake of me , their King , AND GARETH LYNETTE . 37

’ An d the deed s sake my knighthood do the deed ,

’ Than to he noised of.

’ ask d Merrily Gareth ,

’ Have I not e ar n d my cake in bakin g of it

Let be my name until I make my name

’ My deeds will speak it is but for a day .

So with a kindly hand on Gareth ’ s arm

-u l Smiled the great King , and half nwi lingly

Loving his lusty youthhood yielded to him .

t Then , af er summoning Lancelot privily ,

I have given him the ﬁrst quest he is not proven .

Look therefore when he calls for this in hall ,

Thou get to horse and follow him far awa y .

i Cover the lions on thy sh eld , and see

’ ’ a Far as thou m yest , he be nor ta en nor slain .

Then that same day there past into the hall

A damsel of high lineage , and a brow AR A D 38 G ETH N LYNETTE .

- - May blossom , and a cheek of apple blossom ,

Hawk - eyes and lightly wa s her slender nose

Tip -tilted like the petal of a ﬂower

She into hall past with her page and cried ,

0 King , for thou hast driven the foe without,

See to the foe within bridge , ford , beset

By bandits , everyone that owns a tower

9 The Lord for half a league . Why sit ye there

Rest would I not , Sir King , an I were king ,

’ Till ev n the lon es t hold were all as free

c - From ursed bloodshed , as thine altar cloth

’ hle st in From that blood it is a s to spill .

’ Ar Comfort thyself, said thur , I nor mine

w Rest : so my knighthood keep the vows they s ore ,

The wa ste st moorland of our rea lm shall be

Safe , damsel , as the centre of this hall .

What is thy name 2‘ thy need ! ’ 39 GARETH AND LYNETTE .

My name ! ’ she said

Lynette my name noble ; my need , a knight

L on ors To combat for my sister , y ,

A lady of high lineage , of great lands ,

An d comely , yea , and comelier than myself.

She lives in Castle Perilous : a river

Runs in thr ee loops about her living - place

’ An d o er it are three passings , and three knights

Defend the passings , brethren , and a fourth

’ An d s ta d of that four the mightiest , holds her y

In her own castle and so besieges her

To break her will , and make her wed with him

An d but delays his purport till thou send

To do the battle with him , thy chief man

a Sir L ncelot whom he trusts to overthrow ,

Then wed , with glory ; but she will not wed

if Save whom she loveth , or a holy l e .

’ Now therefore have I come for Lancelot . G ARETH A ND LYNETTE .

’ A a sk d Then rthur mindful of Sir Gareth ,

o e h Damsel , ye kn w this Ord r lives to crus

All . wrongers of the Realm But say , these four ,

Who be they What the fashion of the men

0 They be of foolish fashion , Sir King,

The fashion of that old knight - errantry

Who ride abro ad a nd do b ut What they will

he s tial Courteous or from the moment , such

A s have nor law nor king ; and three of these

Proud in their fantasy call themselves the Day ,

- - - Morning Star , and Noon Sun , and Evening Star ,

Being strong fools and never a whit more wis e

’ The fourth , who alway rideth arm d in black ,

- A huge man beast of boundless savagery .

He names himself the Night and oftener D e a th

An d t wears a helme mounted with a skull ,

A d n bears a skeleton ﬁgured on his arms , A R D 4 1 G ETH A N LYNETTE .

To show that who may slay or scape the three

Slain by himself shall enter endless night .

An d but all these four be fools , mighty men ,

’ An d therefore am I come for Lan celot .

’ G c all d Hereat Sir areth from where he rose ,

A dl head with kin ing eyes above the throng ,

’ A n — ! — boon , Sir Ki g this quest then for he

’ m a rk d

Kay near him groaning like a wounded bull

e - Yea , King , thou kn west thy kitchen knave

am I ,

’ An d mighty thro thy meats and drinks am I ,

An d I can topple over a hundred such .

’ A Thy promise , King , and rthur glancing at him ,

w Brought down a momentary bro . Rough , sudden ,

An d pardonable , worthy to be knight

’ G o therefore , and all hearers were amazed . AR AND N G ETH LY ETTE .

’ a But on the damsel s forehead shame , pride , wr th

- t Slew the May white she lif ed either arm ,

’ a sk d Fie on thee , King I for thy chief knight ,

’ - An d thou hast given me b ut a kitchen knave .

’ Then ere a man in hall could stay her , turu d ,

Fled down the lane of access to the King ,

Took horse , descended the slope street , and past

The weird white gate , and paused without , beside

’ h - T e . ﬁeld of tourney , murmuring kitchen knave

’ o e n d a Now two great entries p from the h ll ,

At one end one , that gave upon a range

Of level pavement where the King would pace

At sunrise , gazing over plain and wood .

An d down from this a lordly stairway sloped

Till lost in blowing trees and tops of towers .

An d out by this main doorway past the King .

But one was counter to the hearth , and rose

4 4 A R AN G ETH D LYNETTE .

An d ra s t ai mounted horse and g p a spear , of gr n

’ -s tren then d w Storm g on a indy site , and tipt

With trenchant steel , around him slowly prest

The people , and from out of kitchen came

’ work d The thralls in throng , and seeing who had

but Lustier than any , and whom they could love ,

Mounted in arms , threw up their caps and cried ,

’ n w ! God bless the Ki g , and all his fello ship

’ An d on thro lanes of shouting Gareth rode

D own the slope street , and past without the gate .

So Gareth past with j oy ; b ut as the cur

Pluckt from the cur he ﬁghts with , ere his cause

’ c ool d Be by ﬁghting , follows , being named , — ITis owner , but remembers all , and growls

Remembering , so Sir Kay beside the door

’ Mu tt er d in scorn of Gareth whom he used

To harry and hustle . 4 5 G AB E TH AND LYNETTE .

Bound upon a quest — With horse and arms the Kin g hath past his time

l My scullion knave Thral s to your work again ,

For an your ﬁre be low ye kindle mine

Will there be dawn in West and eve in East — — Begone my knave belike and like enow

Some old head -blo w not heeded in his youth

So shook his wits they wander in his prime

H o Crazed w the villain lifted up his voice ,

- Nor shamed to bawl himself a kitchen knave .

Tut he was tame and meek enow with me ,

l ’ ’ Ti l pe a c o c k d up with Lancelot s noticing .

—I Well will after my loud knave , and learn

Whether he know me for his master yet .

O ut of the smoke he came , and so my lance

’ H eld , by God s grace , he shall into the mire

if Thence , the King awaken from his craze ,

’ Into the smoke again . 4 G AR AND G ETH LYNETTE .

But Lancelot said ,

Kay , wherefore will ye go, against the King ,

For that did never he whereon ye rail ,

But ever meekly served the King in thee !

Abide take counsel ; for this lad is great

An d lusty , and knowing both of lance

’ sword .

’ ov erﬁn e Tut , tell not me , said Kay , ye are

' ’ To mar stout knaves with foolish courtesies .

’ l a Then mounted , on thro si ent f ces rode

D own the slope city , and out beyond the gate

But by the ﬁeld of tourney lingering yet

’ Mutter d i the damsel , Wherefore did the K ng

la ckt Scorn me for , were Sir Lancelot , at least

He might have yielded to me one of those

’ Who tilt for lady s love and glory here , GA RETH AND LYNETTE .

Rather than—O sweet heaven O ﬁe upon him

’ - His kitchen knave .

To whom Sir Gareth drew

(An d there were none but few goodlier than he!

Shining in arms , Damsel , the quest is mine .

’ Lead , and I follow . She thereat , as one

’ - ﬂesh d b olt That smells a foul agaric in the ,

An d deems it carrion of some woodland thing ,

n i t Or shrew, or weasel , p her slender nose

ril ! With petulant thumb and ﬁnger , sh ling , Hence

- A s m elle s t al l . void , thou of kitchen grease

’ An d look who comes behind , for there was Kay.

‘ the 2 Knowest n not me thy master I am Kay .

’ e W lack thee by the hearth .

An d Gareth to him ,

a Master no more too well I know thee , y 4 8 AR AND G ETH LYNETTE .

A ’ ’ The most ungentle knight in rthur s hall .

’ ’ li a : sho ck d Ka Have at thee then , said y they , and y

- Fell shoulder slipt , and Gareth cried again ,

’ a Lead , and I follow , and f st away she ﬂed .

But after sod and shingle ceased to ﬂy

Behind her , and the heart of her good horse

Was nigh to burst with violence of the beat ,

’

s ta d . Perforce she y , and overtaken spoke

2‘ What doest thou , scullion , in my fellowship

’ De em s t thou that I accept thee aught the more

b e tter Or love thee , that by some device

Full cowardly , or by mere unhappiness , — Thou hast overthrown and slain thy master thou

- - — Dish washer and broach turner , loon to me

l ’ Thou smel e st all of kitchen as before .

’ ’ Da ir an swer d msel , S Gareth gently , say 4 9 GA RETTI AND LYNETTE .

’ l w ’ Whate er ye wi l , but hatsoe er ye say ,

i I leave not till I ﬁn sh this fair quest ,

’ Or die therefore .

A ! y , wilt thou ﬁnish it

w S eet lord , how like a noble knight he talks

The listening rogue hath caught the manner of it .

But , knave , anon thou shalt be met with , knave ,

An d then by such a one that thou for all

The kitchen brewis that was ever supt

’ Shalt not once dare to look him in the face .

’ I shall assay , said Gareth with a smile

’ ’ a ma dden d ﬂ a sh d Th t her , and away she again

Down the long avenues of a boundless wood ,

An d Gareth followin g was again beknaved .

’ - mis s d Sir Kitchen knave , I have the only way

Where Arthur ’ s men are set along the wood

E 50 AR AND G ETH LYNETTE .

The wood is nigh as ful l of thieves as leaves

rid 0T ut If both be slain , I am thee ; b yet ,

l 2‘ Sir Scul ion , canst thou use that spit of. thine

’ ’ : mis a . Fight , an thou canst I have s d the only w y

’ So till the dusk that f ollow d evensong

Rode on the two , reviler and reviled ;

Then after one long slope was mounted , saw ,

’ - Bowl shaped , thro tops of many thousand pines

A gloomy -gla de d hollow slowly sink

—in th e To westward deeps whereof a mere ,

- Round as the red eye of an Eagle owl ,

Under the half- de a d sunset glared and shout s

Ascended , and there brake a servingman

Flying from out of the black wood , and crying ,

’ They have bound my lord to cast him in the mere .

' ’ e am ron d Th n Gareth, Bound I to right the w g ,

straitlier ide But bound am I to h with thee .

52 AR AND G ETH LYNETTE .

To catch my thief, and then like vermin here

D him n rown , and with a sto e about his neck ;

An d under this wan water many of them

Lie rotting , but at night let go the stone ,

n d A rise , and ﬂickering in a grimly light

. v e Dance on the mere Good now , have saved a

Worth somewhat as the cleanser of this wood .

An d fain would I reward thee worshipfully .

What guerdon will ye

Gareth sharply spake ,

’ None for the deed s sake have I done the deed ,

In uttermost obedience to the King .

B u t will ye yield this damsel harbourage

Whereat the Baron saying , I well believe

’ ’ Ye be of Arthur s Table , a light laugh

B A roke from Lynette , y, truly of a truth ,

’ An d s A - in a ort , being rthur s kitchen knave A R G ETH AND LYNETTE . 53

But deem not I accept thee aught the more ,

Scullion , for running sharply with thy spit

Down on a rout of craven foresters .

’ A w a thresher ith his ﬂail had s c tter d them .

—f or s m elle s Nay thou t of the kitchen still .

But an this lord will yield us harbourage ,

’ Well .

A So she spake . league beyond the

All - a in a full f ir manor and a rich ,

His towers where that day a feast had been

in al a nd a Held high h l , many a vi nd left ,

An d . many a costly cate , received the three

An d there they placed a peacock in his pride

Before the damsel , and the Baron set

Gareth beside her , but at once she rose .

Meseems , that here is much discourtesy ,

m . Setting this knave , Lord Baron , at y side 54 AR AND N G ETH LY ETTE .

’ — s A b ll Hear me thi morn I stood in rthur s a ,

’ An d pray d the King would grant me Lancelot

To ﬁght the brotherhood of Day and Night

The last a m onster unsubduable

’ Of any save of him for whom I c all d

h n e - Suddenly bawls t is fro tless kitch n knave ,

- The quest is mine thy kitchen knave am I ,

’ ” nd A mighty thro thy meats and drinks am I .

A Then rthur all at once gone mad replies ,

” an d Go therefore , so gives the quest to him — — Him here a villain ﬁtter to stick swine

’ Than ride abroad redressing women s wrong ,

’ Or sit beside a noble gentlewoman .

Then half- ashamed and part - amazed, the lord

’ lo ok d an d n ow Now at one at other , left

The damsel by the peacock in his pride ,

n d A , seating Gareth at another board ,

Sat down beside him , ate and then began . GARETH AND LYNETTE .

- Friend , whether ye be kitchen knave , or not ,

’ Or whether it be the maiden s fantasy ,

nd A whether she be mad , or else the King ,

Or both or neither , or thyself be mad ,

: s trike s t I ask not but thou a strong stroke ,

For strong thou art and goodly therewithal ,

An d saver of my life and therefore now ,

For here be mighty men to j oust with , weigh

Whether thou wilt not with thy damsel back

i To crave again Sir Lancelot of the K ng .

Thy pardon ; I but speak for thine avail ,

’ The saver of my life .

And Gareth said ,

Full pardon , but I follow up the quest ,

’ Despite of Day and Night and Death and Hell .

So when , next morn , the lord whose life he saved

’ c onv e d w a Had , some brief space , y them on their y 56 AR AND G ETH LYNETTE .

An d - left them with God speed , Sir Gareth spake ,

’ Lead and I follow . Haughtily she replied ,

I ﬂy no more I allow thee for an hour .

Lion and stoat have isled together , knave ,

Na In time of ﬂood . y, furthermore , methinks

Some ruth is mine for thee . Back wilt thou , fool

For hard by here is one will overthrow

An d : slay thee then will I to court again ,

An d shame the Kin g for only yielding me

t ’ My champion from the ashes of his hear h .

’ a n swer d To whom Sir Gareth courteously,

Sa . y thou thy say , and I will do my deed

Allow me for mine hour , and thou wilt ﬁnd

a My fortunes all as f ir as hers , who lay

’ ’ Among the ashes and wedded the King s son . H AND 5 G AE E T LYNETTE . 7

Then - to the shore of one of those long loops

’ ’ er thr o rc o il d . W h e the serpent rive , they came

Rough -thicketed were the banks and steep ; the stre a m

Full , narrow ; this a bridge of single arc

Took at a leap ; and on the further side

a h Arose a silk pavilion , g y wit g old

a all - l In streaks and r ys , and Lent li y in hue ,

a S ve that the dome was purple , and above ,

Crimson , a slender banneret ﬂuttering .

An d therebefore the la wless warrior paced

’ Una rm d , and calling , Damsel , is this he ,

’ a Ar The ch mpion ye have brought from thur s hall ,

’ For whom we let thee pass Nay, nay , she said ,

- Sir Morning Sta r . The King in utter scorn

Of thee and thy much folly hath sent thee here

His kitchen -knave and look thou to thyself :

a l See that he f ll not on thee sudden y,

’ ’ An d slay thee unarm d : he is not kni ght but knave . 58 AR AND G ETH LYNETTE .

0 Then at his call , daughters of the Dawn ,

An d i - servants of the Morn ng Star , approach,

’ Arm f r om o ut - me , the silken curtain folds

Bare -footed and bare -hea ded three fair girls

In gilt and rosy raiment came their feet

’ In dewy grasses glis ten d and the hair

All l c e w over g an ed with , de r p or ith gem

A Like sparkles in the stone vanturine .

’ These arm d him in blue arms , and gave a shield

Blue also , and thereon the morning star .

An d Gareth silent gazed upon the knight ,

W ho stood a moment , ere his horse was brought ,

Glorying ; and in the stream beneath him , shone ,

’ Immingled with Heaven s azure waveringly ,

The gay pavilion and the naked feet ,

His arms , the rosy raiment , and the star .

h’ d Then she that wa tc him , Wherefore stare ye

Thou shakest in thy fear : there yet is time

60 G ARE TII D AN LYNETTE .

Avoid : for it be s eem eth not a knave

’ To ride with such a lady .

Dog , thou liest .

’ a I spring from loftier line ge than thine own .

He spake and all at ﬁery speed the two

’ h c k d S o on the central bridge , and either spear

Bent but not brake , and either knight at once ,

’ H url d as a stone from out of a catapult

’ Beyond his horse s crupper and the bridge ,

Fell , as if dead ; but quickly rose and drew ,

’ An d Gareth l a sh d so ﬁercely with his bra nd

w He drave his enemy back ard down the bridge ,

- - The damsel crying , Well stricken , kitchen knave

’ Till Gareth s shield was cloven ; but one stroke

Laid him that clove it grovelling on the ground .

’ ’ f a ll n e Then cried the , Take not my life I yi ld .

An d Gareth , So this damsel ask it of me AR AND G ETH LYNETTE . 61

—I ’ Good accord it easily as a grace .

n : She reddeni g , Insolent scullion I of thee

’ I bound to thee for any fa vour a sk d

’ n d Then shall he die . A Gar eth there unlaced

’ shriek His helmet as to slay him , but she d ,

Be not so hardy , scullion , as to slay

’ a One nobler than thyself. Damsel , thy ch rge

Is an abounding pleasure to me . Knight ,

A Thy life is thine at her command . rise

’ An d A quickly pass to rthur s hall , and say

- His kitchen knave hath sent thee . See thou crave

His pardon for thy breaking of his laws .

Myself, when I return , will plead for thee . — Thy shield is mine farewell and , damsel , thou ,

’ Lead , and I follow .

An d a f st away she ﬂed .

Then when he came upon her , Spake , Methought ,

’ Knave , when I watch d thee striking on the bridge 62 AR G ETH AND LYNETTE .

The savour of thy kitchen came upon me

A little f ain tlier : bu t t he wiii d ' ha th changed

’ d . An I scent it twentyfold then she sang ,

O morning star (not that tall felon there

Whom thou by sorcery or unhappines s

l Or some device , hast fou ly overthrown! ,

sniile st O morning star that in the blue ,

0 a t star , my morning dre m ha h proven true ,

Smile sweetly , thou my love hath smiled on me .

But thou begone , take counsel , and away ,

For hard by here is one that guards a ford

The second brother in their fool ’ s parable

Will pay thee all thy wages , and to boot .

’ Care not for shame thou art not knight but knave .

’ answer d hi To whom Sir Gareth , laug ngly ,

Parables Hear a parable of the knave . D GARETH AN LYNETTE . 63

When I was kitchen -kna ve among the rest

c o - e Fierce was the hearth , and one of my mat s

’ Own d to b e a rough dog , whom cast his coat ,

it ” Guard , and there was none to meddle with it .

And such a coat art thou , and thee the King

Gave me to guard , and such a dog am I ,

ﬂee— — To worry , and not to and knight or knave

The knave that doth thee service as full knight

Is all as good , meseems , as any knight

’ ’ f r m Toward thy sister s ee g .

A y, Sir Knave

A s trike s t y, knave , because thou as a knight ,

’ Being but knave , I hate thee all the more .

Fair damsel , ye should worship me the more

’ n That , bei g but knave , I throw thine enemies .

’ ’ A a th y, y, she said , but thou shalt meet y match . G AB E TH AND E 64 LYNETT .

’ touch d - So when they the second river loop ,

Huge on a huge red horse , and all in mail

’ B urn ish d to blinding , shone the Noonday Sun

As Beyond a raging shallow . if the ﬂower ,

arro let That blows a globe of after w s ,

’ - ﬂa sh d Ten thousand fold had grown , the ﬁerce shield ,

’ All sun ; and Gareth s eyes had ﬂying blots

’ turn d n Before them when he from watchi g him .

’ roar d He from beyond the roaring shallow ,

9 What doest thou , brother, in my marches here

’ n d shrill d A she athwart the shallow again ,

’ Here is a kitchen -knave from Arthur s hall

’

b a th . Hath overthrown thy brother , and his arms

Ugh cried the Sun , and vizoring up a red

An d cipher face of rounded foolishness ,

’ Push d horse across the foamings of the ford ,

Whom Gareth met midstream no room was there

For la nce or tourney -skill four strokes they struck AND 65 G ARETH LYNETTE .

W the t ith sword , and these were mighty new knigh

Had fear he might be shamed but as the Sun

Heaved up a ponderous arm to strike the ﬁfth ,

a The hoof of his horse slipt in the stre m , the stream

’

w a sh d wa . Descended , and the Sun was a y

Then Ga reth la id his lance athwart the ford

So drew him home but he tha t fought no more .

’ As -ba tter d being all bone on the rock ,

lu n Yielded and Gareth sent him to the g .

a Myself when I return w ill ple d for thee .

L ’ ead , and I follow . Quietly she led .

a Hath not the good wind , damsel , changed ag in

n : . Nay , not a poi t nor art thou victor here

There lies a ridge of slate across the ford ;

-l a s a w . His horse thereon stumbled y, for I it

0 s tron f o ol w n Sun (not this g hom thou , Sir K ave , (56 AR T AND T G E H LYNE TE .

’ n Hast overthrown thro mere unhappi ess! ,

0 Sun wake n e st all , that to bliss or pain ,

a O moon , that l yest all to sleep again ,

Shine sweetly : twice my love hath smiled

me .

What kn e west thou of lovesong or of love

the n Nay , nay , Go d wot , so wert nobly born ,

Thou hast a pleasant presence . Yea , perchance ,

O O dewy ﬂowers that pen to the sun ,

da 0 dewy ﬂowers that close when y is done ,

: Blow sweetly twice my love hath smiled on me .

e What kn west thou of ﬂowers , except , belike ,

To garnish meats with 2‘ hath not our good King

k Who lent me thee , the ﬂower of itchendom ,

A foolish love for ﬂowers 2‘ what stick ye round

GS A R ND . A T G ETH LYNET E .

’ a e s e e m d a N k d it , and glowing in the bro d

- D eep dimpled current underneath , the knight ,

a . Th t named himself the Star of Evening , stood

An d TVhere f or e a e e Gareth , waits the m dman th r

’ O Naked in pen dayshine Nay , she cried ,

’ a harden d Not n ked , only wrapt in skins

Th a t ﬁt him like his own and so ye cle a ve

’ o ff His armour him , these will turn the blade .

’ d Then the third brother shouted o er the bri ge ,

- wh 9 O brother star , y shine ye here so low

Thy ward is higher up : but h a ve ye slain

’ 2‘ The damsel s champion and the damsel cried ,

' No star of thine , but shot from Arthur s heaven

W ith all disaster unto thine and thee !

For both thy younger brethren have gone down 69 G AE E TH A ND LYNETT E .

a Before this youth ; and so wilt thou , Sir St r ;

Art thou not old

a Old , damsel , old and h rd

’ Old , with the might and breath of twenty boys .

a - ! Said G reth , Old , and over bold in brag

But tha t same strength which threw the Mornin g - Sta r

’ in Can throw the Even g .

Then that other blew

A hard and dea dly note upon the horn .

Approach and arm me With slow steps from out

’ An - n - s ta in d old storm beaten , russet , ma y

a s Pavilion , forth a grizzled d m el came ,

' An d him arm d in old arms , and brought a helm

With but a drying evergreen for crest ,

An d gave a shield whereon the Star of Even

’ -ta rn ish d a - s . Half and h lf bright , his emblem , hone 70 G ARE TII AND LYNETTE .

’ ’ litte r d - But when it g o er the saddle bow,

' They madly hurl d together on the bridge ;

A n d Gareth overthrew him , lighted , drew ,

a There met him dr wn , and overthrew him again ,

But up like ﬁre he started : and as of t

A s u him Gareth bro ght grovelling on his knees ,

S o many a time he vaul ted up again ;

l a n d Ti l Gareth panted hard , his great heart ,

n in a Foredoomi g all his trouble was v in ,

’ ’ a s e em d L bour d within him , for he as one

al l a That in later , s dder age begins

a r u To w against ill ses of a life ,

c r But these from all his life arise , and y ,

‘ Thou hast made us lords , and canst not put us down

’ H o half despairs so Gareth s e c m d to strike

n al l t he w V ainly , the damsel clamouri g hile ,

‘ - - 0 n t Well done , knave knight , well stricken , good k igh

kna ve 71 G A RE TII AND LYNETTE .

t O knave , as noble as any of all the knigh s

a . r onhe s ie d Sh me me not , shame me not I have p

o Strike , thou art worthy of the Table R und

’ a re t har den d His arms old , he rusts the skin — — Strike str ike the wind will never change again .

An d a s tron lie r te Gareth he ring ever g smo ,

’ An d hew d o ff great pieces of his armour him ,

’ ’ la sh d har den d But in vain against the skin ,

n d n e A could not wholly bri g him under , mor

Than loud Southwesterns , rolling ridge on ridge ,

i a n d s rin s The buoy that rides at sea , and dips p g

’ For ever ; till at length Sir Gareth s brand

’

Cla sh d . his , and brake it utterly to the hilt

I have thee now but forth that other sprang ,

An d , all unknightlike , writhed his wiry arms

A round him , till he felt , despite his mail ,

’ but Strangled , straining ev n his uttermost

’ ’ a s hurl d d C t , and so him headlong o er the bri ge 72 AR A ND G ETH LYNETTE .

w v d Do n to the ri er , sink or swim , and crie ,

’ a Le d , and I follow .

m But the da sel said ,

‘ I lead no longer ; ride thou a t my side

a r t s a ll - Thou the kinglie t of kitchen knaves .

a O trefoil , sparkling on the rainy pl in ,

w w a O rainbo ith three colours fter rain ,

Shine swe e tly : thrice my love ha th smiled on

a a — Sir , and , good f ith , I f in had added Knight ,

e a a a B ut tha t I h rd thee c ll thyself knave ,

a m Shamed I that I so rebuked , reviled ,

Missaid thee noble I a m ; a n d thought the l u n g

’ Sc orn d me and mine and now thy pardon , friend ,

’ an swe r d For thou hast ever courteously ,

l a An d wholly bo d thou art , and meek with l GARETTI A ND LYNETTE .

’ As A any of rthur s best , but , being knave ,

’ Ha st mazed my wit I marvel what thou art .

’ a ‘ a Damsel , he s id , ye be not all to bl me ,

Saving tha t ye mistrusted our good King

a Would h ndle scorn , or yield thee , asking , one

a s a Not ﬁt to cope thy quest . Ye s id your y ;

s Mine an wer was my deed . Good s ooth I hold

e a a - He scarce is knight , y but h lf man , nor meet

a To ﬁght for gentle d msel , he , who lets

’ His heart be s tirr d with a uv foolish he a t

' At a any gentle d msel s waywardness .

Shamed ! c a re not thy foul s a yings fought for me

An d w seeing now thy ords are fair , methinks ,

n o a There rides knight , not L ncelot , his great self,

’ a H th force to quell me .

Nigh upon that hour

o e n a n When the l ne h r forgets his mel choly , 74 G ARE TII AND LYNETTE .

L e o ts d wn his other leg , and stretching, dreams

Of goodly supper in the distant pool ,

’ the Then turu d noble damsel smiling at him ,

An d h told him of a cavern ard at hand ,

W here bread and b a ken meats and good red

hi L o n ors Of Southland , w ch the Lady y

Had sent her coming champion , waited him .

Anon they past a narrow comb wherein

a e Were sl bs of rock with ﬁgures , knights on hors

- Sculptured , and deckt in slowly waning hues .

K Sir nave , my knight, a hermit once was here ,

’ Whose holy hand hath f a shio n d on the rock

m a n The war of Time against the soul of .

’ An d yo u four fools h a ve s uc k d their allegory

From these damp walls , and taken but the form .

‘ Know ye not these 2 and Gareth 10 0t and read

' In letters like to those the vexillary

7 6 AR A ND G ETH LYNETTE .

’ Stay, felon knight , I avenge for my friend . .me

’ An d Gareth crying pric k d a ga inst the cry ; — — But when they closed in a moment a t one touch

’ a skill d w Of th t spear , the onder of the world

YVe n t n w a slidi g do n so e sily , and fell ,

That when he found the gra s s w ithin his hands

’ ’ He la ugh d the laughter j a rr d upon Lynette

’ l a s k d ‘ a w Harsh y she him , Sh med and overthro n ,

An d - tumbled back into the kitchen knave ,

Why l a ugh ye that ye blew your be a st in v a in

a se t a Nay , noble d m l , but h t I , the son

B ellic en t Of old King Lot and good Queen ,

An d the a n d victor of bridges the ford ,

An d A w knight of rthur , here lie thro n by whom

’ a I know not , all thro mere unh ppiness

Device and sorcery and unhappiness

’ ’ are ! An d a n s we r d Out , sword ; we thrown Lancelot ,

Prince , 77 G ARETH A ND LYNETTE .

— ’ O Gareth thro the mere unh a ppiness

Of one who c a me to help thee not to harm ,

a w Lancelot , and all as gl d to ﬁnd thee hole ,

’ As on the da y when Arthur knighted him .

— l— h Then Gareth , Thou Lancelot t ine the hand

That threw me An some cha nce to mar the boast

Thy brethren of thee make—which could not chance

Had sent thee down before a lesser Spear ,

Shamed had I been and sad—O Lancelot —thou !

a Whereat the m iden , petulant Lancelot ,

’ W h c all d w n o w y came ye not , when and herefore

’ 2‘ c a ll d in Come ye , not I gloried my knave ,

w Who being still rebuked , would ans er still

a n — n o w Courteous as y knight but , if knight ,

' ’ f o ol d tric k d The marvel dies , and leaves me and ,

’ An d only wonderin g wherefore pla y d upon 7S G A RE TII A ND LYNETTE .

’ An d he s c orn d doubtful whether I and mine .

t if A ’ Where should be ruth not in rthur s hall ,

’ ‘ In A 2 K rthur s presence night , knave , prince

’ I hate thee and for ever .

An d Lancelot said ,

! Blessed be thou , Sir Gareth knight art thou

’ To the King s best wish . O damsel , be ye wise

hi m b u t To call shamed , who is overthrown

Thrown have I been , nor once , but many a time .

’ V v a n u ish d a ictor from q issues at the l st ,

An d overthrower from being overthrown .

With sword we have not stri v en and thy good horse

An d thou are weary yet not less I felt

’ a Thy manhood thro th t wearied lance of thine .

IV ell d hast thou one for all the stream is freed ,

’ An d wre ak d s thou hast his ju tice on his foes ,

’ A d answer d n when reviled , hast graciously , 79 G ARE TII A ND LYNETTE .

w . An d makest merry , hen overthrown Prince , Knight ,

Ha il , Knight and Prince , and of our Table Round

An d the n when turning to Lynette he told

The tale of Gareth , petulantly she said ,

— — ’ Ay well a y well for worse than being fe e l d

’ A Of others , is to fool one s self. cave ,

a n d Sir Lancelot , is hard by , with meats drinks

An d a n d . forage for the horse , ﬂint for ﬁre

it a B ut all about ﬂies honeysuckle .

’ An d d Seek , till we ﬁnd . when they sought and foun ,

l Sir Gareth drank and ate , and all his ife

a Past into sleep on whom the m iden gazed .

Sound sleep be thine sound cause to sleep hast thou .

Wake lusty ! Seem I not a s tender to him

As A any mother y , but such a one

As all day long hath rated at her child ,

An d vext his day , but blesses him asleep 80 A R A ND T G ETH LYNE TE .

w h Good lord , how s eetly smells the oneysuckl e

’ hush d a t In the night , as if world were one

Of utter peace , and love , and gentleness

l - a O Lance ot , Lancelot and she cl pt her hands

Full merry am I to ﬁnd my goodly knave

Is knight and noble . See now, sworn have I ,

ou Else y black felon had not let me pass ,

t To bring thee back to do the battle wi h him .

w Thus an thou goest , he ill ﬁght thee ﬁrst

Who doubts thee victor ! so will my knight -knave

’ Mi s s the full ﬂower of this accomplishment .

Said Lancelot , Peradventure he , ye name ,

m s . a May know y hield Let G reth , an he will ,

Change his for mine , and take my charger , fresh ,

’ S urr d a a s Not to be p , loving the b ttle well

’ ’ - A s he that rides him . Lancelot like , she said ,

’ a s Courteous in this , Lord Lancelot , in all . A R D 1 G ETH AN LYNETTE . 8

' An d a c lutc h d G reth , wakening , ﬁercely the shield

- w Ramp ye lance splintering lions , on hom all spears

Are rotten sticks ! ye seem agape to re ar !

Ye a a ! , ramp and ro r at leaving of your lord

Care not , good beasts , so well I care for you .

O noble Lancelot , from my hold on these

— — ’ Streams virtue ﬁre thro one that will not sham e

Even the shadow of Lancelot under shield .

’ Hence : let us go .

Silent the silent ﬁeld

’ ’ - . A They traversed rthur s harp tho summer wan ,

In c ounter motion to the clouds , allured

The glance of Gareth dreaming on his liege .

’ A a : a st r shot Lo , said Gareth , the foe f lls !

An ow l whoopt Hark the victor peel in g there

Suddenly she that rode upon his left

Clung to the shield that Lancelot lent him , crying ,

G 8 2 G ARE TII A ND LYNETTE .

’ a : ﬁ h Yield , yield him this gain tis he must g

’ I curse the tongue that all thro yesterd a y

b a th w n ow Reviled thee , and rought on Lancelot

To lend thee horse and shield wonders ye have done

Miracles ye cannot : here is glory enow

’ n f : m a im d In havi g lung the three I see thee ,

’ n n th h Ma gled I swear thou canst not ﬂi g e fourt .

An d wherefore , damsel tell me all ye know .

u e Ye cannot scare me nor ro gh face , or voic ,

' or e Brute bulk of limb , boundless savag ry

’ s Appal me from the qu e t .

’ ‘ she Nay , Prince ,

’ we t l o ok d u God , I never pon the face ,

Seeing he never rides abroad by day

’ But wa tc h d him have I like a phantom pass

Chilling the night : nor have I heard the voice .

A R A ND G ETH LYNETTE .

a he es . Then G reth , Here rul I know but one a

a w in To d sh against mine enemy and to .

’ a wa tch d u Yet h ve I thee victor in the j o st ,

’ ’ An d . seen thy way Heaven help thee ,

Lynette .

Then for a space , and under cloud that grew

n - To thu der gloom palling all stars , they rode

In converse till she made her palfrey halt ,

’ ’

t t whi S er d . Lif ed an arm , and sof ly p , There

’ An d l itc h d all the three were si ent seeing , p

l ﬂ a t Beside the Castle Peri ous on ﬁeld ,

A huge pavilion like a mountain peak

c Sunder the glooming rimson on the marge ,

a l Black , with black b nner , and a long b ack horn

’

h r h ra s t B e s ide it anging ; which Sir Ga et g p ,

n d f r h r him A so , be o e the two could inde ,

’ Sent all his heart and breath thro all the horn . G AB E TH AND LYNETTE . 85

’ E c ho d the walls ; a light twinkled anon

Came lights and lights , and once again he blew

Whereon were hollow tramplings up and dow n

An d f h mu ﬂed voices eard , and shadows past ;

Till high above him , circled with her maids ,

L on ors a t The Lady y a window stood ,

u a Beautif l among lights , and w ving to him

a n White h nds , and courtesy but when the Pri ce — — Thr e e tM es had blown after long hush a t l a s t

The huge pavilion slowly yielded up ,

’ s Thro those black foldings , that which hou ed

therein .

n i htbla c k n i htbla c k High on a g horse , in g arms ,

- r With white breast bone , and ba ren ribs of Death ,

’ — A n d c ro wn d with ﬂ e shlos s laughter some te n

steps

’ - — — In the h a lf light thro the dim dawn a dvanced

r a n d a . The monste , then p used , and sp a ke no word 86 G A RETH AND LYNETTE .

a lLin di na n tl But Gareth spake and g y,

F e e l , for thou hast , men say , the strength of ten ,

ho u t Canst t not rust the limbs thy God hath given ,

u a But m st , to m ke the terror of thee more ,

Trick thyself out in ghastly imageries

w Of that which Life hath done ith , and the clod ,

Less dull than thou , will hide with mantling ﬂowers

‘ ’ As if for pity 2 B ut he spake no word

’ Which s e t the horror higher a maiden s w o on d

L on ors w w The Lady y rung her hands and ept ,

’ As d oo m d to be the bride of Night and Death

’ Sir Gare th s he a d prickled bene a th his helm

’ ’ An d c v n Sir Lancelot thro his warm blood fe lt

’ m a rk d e w . Ice strike , and all that him re aghast

’ ’ At once Sir L a ncelot s charger ﬁercely n eigh d

At once the black horse bounded forward with him .

s a w Then those that did not blink the terror , G ARE TII A ND LYN ETTE .

That Death was cast to ground , and slowly rose .

But with one stroke Sir Gareth split the skull .

Half fell to right and h a lf to left and lay .

Then with a stronger buff et he clove the helm

As throughly a s the skull and out from this

Issued the bright fa ce of a blooming boy

- ‘ Fresh as a ﬂower new born , and crying , Knight ,

a ha d Sl y me not my three brethren me do it,

a al l the To m ke a horror about house ,

n d o n A sta y the w orld from L a dy Ly or s .

’ ’ dr a m They never e d the passes would be past .

’ An swe r d Sir Gareth graciously to one

a a l Not m ny a moon his younger , Mv f ir chi d ,

Wha t madness made thee cha llenge the chief knight

’ 2‘ ‘ A ha d Of rthur s hall Fair Sir , they me do it .

’ d They hate the King , and Lancelot , the King s frien ,

They hoped to slay him somewhere on the stream ,

’ ’ dream d They never the passes could be past . AR AND G ETH LYNETTE .

. Then sprang the happier day from underground

' ' An d L on ors a n d her n Lady y house , with da ce

An d n a a revel and so g , m de merry over De th ,

As being afterall theirfool ish fe a rs

An nl d horrors o y proven a blooming boy .

80 large mirth lived and G a reth won the quest .

An d he that told the tale in older times

a L on ors S ys that Sir Gareth wedded y ,

l u t he a l a . , th t to d it l ter , says Lynette

92 A R A THE L ST TO U N MENT .

A s tum - Heard a child wail . p of oak half dead , g

From roots like some bla ck coil of carven snakes

’ ’ Clut ch d a a n d a t at the cr g , st rted hro mid air

’ ’ De al in g an ea gle s nest : and thro the tree

’ ’ e a w a n d Rush d ver a r iny ind , thro the wind

’ Pierced ever a child s c ry : and cra g and tree

a Sc ling , Sir Lancelot from the perilous nest ,

a a This ruby neckl ce thrice round her neck ,

’ An d a ll u n s c a rr d a from beak or t lon , brought

A A n maiden babe which rthur pityi g took ,

Then ga ve it to his Queen to re a r : the Q ueen

But coldly acquiescing , in her white arms

a Received , and fter loved it tenderly ,

An d named it Nestlin g ; so f orge t herself

A moment , and her cares till that young life

Being smitten in mid hea ven with mortal cold

Past from her ; and in time the carcanet

V ext he r with pla intive memories of the child A 3 TH E LA ST TO URN MENT . 9

A a So she , delivering it to rthur , s id ,

a Take thou the jewels of this de d innocence ,

’ n - d a w . An make them , thou ilt , a tourney prize

a - To whom the King , Peace to thine e gle borne

D ead nestling , and this honour after death ,

0 Following thy will but , my Queen , I muse

. z on e Why ye not wear on arm , or neck , or

the Those diamonds that I rescued from tarn ,

’ An d a Lancelot won , methought , for thee to we r .

’ ha d a Would rather ye let them f ll , she cried ,

— - a s Plunge and be lost ill fated they were ,

A —e bitterness to me y look amazed ,

Not knowing they were lost a s soon as give n

w Slid from my hands , hen I was leaning out — Above the river that unhappy child

Past in her barge but rosier luck will go TH E A OUR A L ST T N MENT .

With these rich j ewels , seeing that they came

- r Not from the skeleton of a brother slaye ,

But the sweet body of a m aiden babe . — P e rc ha n ee ﬁ who knows the pure s t of thy knights

’ May win them for the purest O f my maids .

s She ended , and the cry of a great j oust

With trumpet -blowings ran on all the ways

From Camelot in among the faded ﬁelds

To furthest towers a n d everywhere the kn ights

A ’ rm d for a day Of glory before the King .

But on the hither side of that loud morn

’ ’ s ta er d ribb d Into the hall gg , his visage

e ar do whi - e From ear to with g p weals , his nos

- O ff Bridge broken , one eye out , and one hand ,

’ An d h one with s a tt er d ﬁngers dangling lame ,

A u n ch rl , to whom indignantly the Ki g , A O R A THE L ST T U N MENT . 95

b ea s t My churl , for whom Christ died , what evil

“ Hath drawn his claw s athwart thy f ace or ﬁend 2

’ ’ ‘ Man w a s it who ma rr d heaven s ima ge in thee thus 2

’ ’ t Then , sputtering thro the hedge of splinter d tee h

t s Yet strangers to the tongue , and wi h blunt tump

’ ’ -bla c ken d the m a im d Pitch sawing the air , said churl ,

He took them and he drave them to his tower

Some hold he was a table -knight of thine

A — R d he hundred goodly ones the e Knight ,

d w a s Lor , I tending swine , and the Red Knight

Brake in upon m e and drave them to his tower

’ An d when I c all d upon thy name as one

t l That doest righ by gent e and by churl ,

’ ’ Ma im d m e a n d ma nl d l , and wou d outright have slain ,

Save that he sware me to a message , saying ,

“ n Tell thou the Ki g and all his liars , that I

u m b Have fo nded y Round Ta le in the North , 96 A O R A THE L ST T U N MENT .

An d whatsoever his own knights h a ve sworn

“ My knights have sworn the counter to it—and

My tower is full of harlots , like his court ,

But mine are worthier , seeing they profess

T o be none other than themselves—and say

a re i ow n My knights all adulterers l ke his ,

are s s But mine truer , eeing they profes

TO e be none other and say his hour is com ,

The heathen are upon him , his long lance

” Broken , and his E xcalibur a straw .

’ A a Then rthur turu d to Kay the senesch l ,

a him T ke thou my churl , and tend curiously

’ Like a king s heir , till all his hurts be whole .

—hut a e - The heathen th t ev r climbing wave ,

’ H url d O a back again so ften in empty fo m ,

r st— Hath lain for years at e and renegades ,

d n w Thieves , ban its , leavi gs of confusion , hom TH E A O UR A 9 L ST T N MENT . 7

a The wholesome re lm is purged of otherwhere ,

' ’ f ea — Friends , thro your manhood and your lty , now

Make their last head like Satan in the North .

' - My younger knights , new made , in whom your

ﬂower

Waits to be solid fruit of golden deeds ,

d Move with me toward their quelling , which achieve ,

The loneliest ways are safe from shore to shore .

But thou , Sir Lancelot , sitting in my place

’ E n chair d - to morrow , arbitrate the ﬁeld

n For wherefore shouldst thou care to mi gle with it ,

Only to yield my Queen her own again 2‘

ar t w Speak , Lancelot , thou silent is it ell

’ a n s wer Thereto Sir Lancelot d, It is well

a n d Yet better if the King abide , leave

n The leading of his you ger knights to me .

’ ’ Else , for the King has will d it , it is well .

H 98 UR A THE LA ST TO N MENT .

’ A f ollo d Then rthur rose and Lancelot w him ,

An d h while they stood wit out the doors , the King

’ u 9 Tur d to him saying , Is it then so well

Or mine the blame that of t I seem a s he

“ A Of whom was written , sound is in his ears

hidden O — The foot that loiters , g , the glance

- That only seems half loyal to command ,

’ A manner somewhat fa ll u from reverence

’ Or have I drea m d the be a ring of our knights

Tells of a manhood ever less and lower 9

’ u rear d Or whence the fear lest this my realm , p ,

By noble deeds at one with noble vows ,

c From ﬂat onfusion and brute violences ,

b ea st 9 Reel back into the , and be no more

He spoke , and taking all his younger knights ,

’ D l turn d own the slope city rode , and sharp y

i North by the gate . In her h gh bower the Queen ,

1 00 A U A THE L ST TO RN MENT .

a He glanced and saw the stately g lleries ,

’ e Dame , damsel , each thro worship of th ir Queen

- a hi White robed in honour of the st inless c ld ,

’ An d c a tter d a some with s j ewels , like bank

Of maiden snow mingled with sparks of ﬁre .

’ ’ ok d v ail d . He lo but once , and his eyes again

The sudden trumpet sounded as in a dream

- To ears but half awaked , then one low roll

A Of utumn thunder , and the j ousts began

An d ever the wind blew , and yellowing leaf

An d a nd gloom and gleam , and shower shorn plume

. w Went down it Sighing eariedly , as one

’ a Who sits and gazes on a f ded ﬁre ,

' s When all the goodlier guest are past away,

" ’ reat um ire Sat their g p , looking o er the lists .

He saw the laws tha t ruled the tournament

' not on ce a Broken , but spake ; , knight cast down A O R A 1 0 THE L ST T U N MENT . 1

' Before his thron e of arbitration cursed

The de a d babe and the follies of the King ;

’ An d c ra ck d once the laces of a helmet ,

’ An d show d him , like a vermin in its hole ,

a : Modred , a narrow f ce anon he heard

’ The voice that billow d round the barriers roar

An - ocean sounding welcome to one knight ,

’ -en ter d But newly , taller than the rest ,

’ d a rmour d all An in forest green , whereon

There tript a hundred tiny silver deer ,

n d - A wearing but a holly spray for crest ,

- e With ever scattering berries , and on shi ld

A — — spear , a harp , a bugle Tristram late

’ a return d From overse s in Brittany ,

An d marriage with a princess of that realm ,

Isolt the White—Sir Tristram of the Woods

Whom Lancelot knew , had held sometime with pain

’ a ea rn d His own ag inst him , and now y to shake 1 02 THE L A ST TOURNA MENT:

' The burthen O ff his heart in On e f ull shoc k

’ With Tristram ev n to death This strong hands gript

An d dinted the gilt dragons right and left ,

’ ' roa n d f or * wra th ' —SO Until he g many of those ,

’ That ware their ladies colours on the casque ,

the Drew from before Sir Tristram to bounds ,

An d there with gibes and ﬂickering mockeries

’ mutter d e Stood , while he , Craven crests O sham

" What fa ith have these l n whom they sware to love !

’ The glory of our Round T a ble 1 s no more .

So Tristram won , and Lancelot gave , the gems ,

Not speaking other word than Hast thou won 9

t 9 Ar thou the purest , brother See , the hand

Wherewith thou ta kest this, is red ! to whom

l ’ Tristram , half plagued by Lance ot s languorous

mood ,

A w Made answer , y, but herefore toss me this

R A 1 04 THE LA ST TO U N MENT .

d Then fell thick rain , plume roopt and mantle clung ,

An d pettish cries awoke , and the wan day

Went glooming down in wet and wea riness

But under her black brows a swarthy one

’ Lau h d l g shri ly , crying , Praise the patient saints ,

da O f Our one white y Innocence hath past ,

’ w SO Tho some hat draggled at the skirt . be it .

’ The snowdrop only , ﬂowering thro the year ,

a - Would make the world as bl nk as winter tide .

— ’ Come let us gladden their sad eyes , our Queen s

’ ’ An d Lancelot s , at this night s solemnity

’ With all the kindlier colours of the ﬁeld .

’ So dame and damsel glitter d at the feast

V ariously gay for he that tells the tale

’ Likell d them , saying , as when an hour of cold

Falls on the mountain in midsummer snows ,

An d all the purple slopes of mountain ﬂowers A O UR A 105 THE L ST T N MENT .

l Pass under white , ti l the warm hour returns

With veer of wind , and all are ﬂowers again

So dame and damsel cast the simple white ,

An d glowing in all colours , the live grass ,

- l Rose campion , bluebel , kingcup , poppy, glanced

A bout the revels , and with mirth so loud

B - eyond all use , that , half amazed , the Queen ,

And l wroth at Tristram and the awless j ousts ,

w Brake up their sports , then slowly to her bo er

Parted , and in her bosom pain was lord .

An d Da on et little g on the morrow morn ,

A - High over all the yellowing utumn tide ,

’ th r d a Danced like a wi e le f before the hall .

F e e ! 9 Then Tristram saying, Why skip ye so , Sir

’ W he el d Da on e t round on either heel , g replied ,

Belike for lack of wiser company

Or being fool , and seeing too much wit 106 A O RNA THE L ST T U MENT .

r w Makes the world otten , hy , belike I skip

’ To know myself the wisest knight of all .

A ’ ‘ ’ y, fool , said Tristram , but tis eating dry

a To dance without a c tch , a roundelay

’ To dance to . Then he twangled on his harp,

An d Da on et while he twangled little g stood ,

Quiet as any water -sodden log

’ Sta y d in the wanderi ng warble of a brook

ski t But when the twangling ended , p again ;

’ a sk d ski t F O O1 9 Then being , Why p ye not , Sir

e a Made answer , I had lief r twenty ye rs

Skip to the broken musm of my brains

’ Than any broken music ye can m a ke .

Then Tristram , waiting for the quip to come ,

9 Good now, what music have I broken , fool

’ An d Da on et A little g , skipping , rthur , the king s ;

la e st For when thou p y that air with Queen Isolt ,

Thou makest broken music with thy bride ,

1 08 A O UR A T THE L ST T N MEN .

‘ - Ye might have moved slow measure to my tune,

i . t Not stood stockstill I made in the woods ,

’ An d a s heard it ring as true tested gold .

Da on e t But g with one foot poised in his hand ,

Friend , did ye mark that fountain yesterday

Made to run wine 9—but this had run itself

All out like a long life to a sour end

An d them that round it sat with golden cups

To hand the wine to whosoever came

The twelve small damosels white as Innocence ,

In honour of poor Innocence the babe ,

Who left the gems which Innocence the Queen

Lent to the King , and Innocence the King

Gave for a prize—and one of those white slips

Handed her cup and piped , the pretty one ,

“ ” Drink , drink , Sir Fool , and thereupon I drank ,

— — ’ Spat pish the cup was gold , the draught was mud . 1 09 THE LA ST TO URNAMENT .

9 An d Tristram , Was it muddier than thy gibes

Is all the laughter gone dead out of thee 9

Not marking how the knighthood mock thee , fool — Fear God honour the king his one tr ue knight

Sole follower of the vows —for here be they

ho w W knew thee s ine enow before I came ,

Smuttier than blasted gram : but when the King

Had made thee fool , thy vanity so shot up

It frighted all free fool fr om out thy heart ;

t h i Which lef thee less t an fool , and less than sw ne ,

A — w e naked aught yet s ine I hold th e still .

’ For I have ﬂung thee pearls and ﬁnd thee swine .

An d Da on et little g mincing with his feet ,

K night , an ye ﬂing those rubies round my neck

’ t In lieu of hers , I ll hold hou hast some touch

r Of music , since I care not for thy pea ls .

’ ’ Swm e 9 wall ow d a sh d— r I have , I have w the wo ld A U 1 10 THE L ST TO RNAMENT . — Is ﬂesh and shadow I haye had my day .

The dirty nurse , Experience , in her kind

’ ’ ’ f oul d —an wallo w d w a sh d Hath me I , then I

I have had my day and my philosophies

’ An n d thank the Lord I am Ki g Arthur s fool .

9 Swine , say ye swine , goats , asses , rams and geese

’ ’ TTO O d thrumm d p round a Paynim harper once , who

On su c h a wire as musically as the n

— ’ ’ Some such ﬁne song but never a king s fool .

An d w Tristram , Then were s ine , goats , asses , geese

The wiser fools , seeing thy Paynim bard

Had such a mastery of his mystery

’ That he could harp his wife up out of hell .

Da on et h Then g , turning on the all of his foot ,

’ And whither harp st thou thine 9 down and thyself

D : own and two more a helpful harper thou ,

1 1 2 A THE L ST TOURNAME NT .

An d Da on t e : . g , Nay , nor will I see it and hear 0

e It makes a silent music up in heav n ,

And A I , and rthur and the angels hear ,

’ ’

An d . then we skip Lo , fool , he said , ye talk

Fool ’ s treason is the King thy brother fool

’ ’ B shrill d Then little agonet clapt his hands and ,

A a y, y , my brother fool , the king of fools

Conceits himself as God that he can make

Figs out of thistles , silk from bristles , milk

r - b From bu ning spurge , honey from hornet com s , — An d men from beasts Long live the king of fools

An d down the city B agonet danced away .

’ But thro the slowly - mellowing avenues

An d solitary passes of the wood

t L on e s se Rode Tris ram toward y and the west .

Before him ﬂed the face of Queen Isolt

u -CiI‘ CIe d With r by neck , but evermore 1 1 3 THE LA ST TOURNAMENT .

Past, as a rustle or twitter in the wood

Ma de dull his inner , keen his outer eye

’ ’ erch d . For all that walk d , or crept , or p , or ﬂew

An on the face , as , when a gust hath blown ,

Un ruﬂling waters re -collect the shape

’ return d Of one that in them sees himself,

But at the slot or fewmets of a deer ,

’ ’ ’ f all n v a nish d . Or ev n a feather , agam

SO on for all that dayfrom lawn to lawn

’ - Thro many a league long bower he rode . At length

A lodge of intertwisted beechen -boughs

’ -c ra mm d a nd -rooft Furze , bracken , the which himself

Built for a summe r day with Queen Isolt

A a g inst a shower , dark in the golden grove

A w ppearing, sent his fancy back to here

She lived a moon in that low lodge with him

the Till Mark her lord had past , Cornish king , 1 14 A NA E THE L ST TOUR M NT .

w With six or seven , when Tristram was a ay,

’ An d sn atch d her thence ; yet dreading worse

shame

Her warrior Tristram , spake not any word ,

But bode his hour , devising wretchedness .

An d now that desert lodge to Tristram lo okt

So sweet , that halting , in he past , and sank

Down on a drift of foliage random - blown

But could not rest for musing how to smooth

And sleek his marriage over to the Queen .

Perchance in lone Tin ta gil far from all

The tonguesters of the court she had not heard .

But then what folly had sent him overseas

After she left him lonely here a name

Was it the name of one in Brittany ,

Isolt , the daughter of the King Isolt

’ Of the white hands they c all d her : th e sweet name

1 1 6 A EN THE L ST TOURNAM T .

’ s Is all as cool and white a any ﬂower .

’ ’ F ollow d O f wi a rush eagle s ngs , and then

A w Of S himpering the pirit of the child ,

’ s oil d Because the twain had p her carcanet .

’ He dre am d but Arthur with a hundred spears

‘ ’ t Rode far , till o er the illimi able reed ,

An d many a glancing plash and sallowy isle ,

’ The wide -win g d sunset O f the misty marsh

Glared on a huge machicolated tower

’ w roll d That stood with open doors , hereout was

A r roa of riot , as from men secure m Amid their marshes , ru ans at their ease

- Among their harlot brides , an evil song .

’ ’ LO Of A r there , said one rthu s youth , for there ,

i n H gh o a grim dead tree before the tower ,

A goodly brother of the Table Round

Swung by the neck : and on the boughs a Shield EA T T AME 1 THE S OURN NT . 1

Of Showing a shower blood in a ﬁeld noir ,

An d he m therebeside a , inﬂamed the knights

At s that dishonour done the gilded pur,

l Till each wou d clash the shield , and blow the horn .

A Al But rthur waved them back . one he rode .

Of Then at the dry harsh roar the great horn ,

That sent the face Of all the marsh aloft

An ever upward -rushin g storm and cloud

the Of shriek and plume , Red Knight heard , and all ,

Even to tipmost lance and topmost helm ,

’ - howl d In blood red armour sallying , to the King ,

The teeth of Hell ﬂay bar e and gnash thee ﬂat

L O art thou not that eunuch -hearted Kin g

Who fa in had clipt free manhood from the world

’ - The woman worshipper Yea , God s curse , and I l

Slain was the brother Of my paramour

Of By a knight thine , and I that heard her whine

An - d snivel , being eunuch hearted too , 1 18 E A A TH L ST TOURN MENT .

- a Sware by the scorpion worm th t twists in hell , 0

An d stings itself to everlasting death ,

To hang whatever knight of thine I fought

An d Art n —Look 1 tumbled . thou Ki g to thy life

He ended Arthur knew the voice the face

- Wellnigh was helmet hidden , and the name

Went wandering somewhere darkling in his mind .

’ An d A dei n d rthur g not use of word or sword ,

’ s tretc h d But let the drunkard , as he from horse

i To str ke him , overbalancing his bulk ,

Down from the causeway heavily to the swamp

- Fall , as the crest of some slow arching wave ,

- Heard in dead night along that table shore ,

DrO s p ﬂat , and after the great waters break

Whitening for half a league , and thin themselves ,

Far over sands marbled with moon and cloud ,

From less and less to nothing thus he fell

1 2 0 AS T URNAME NT THE L T O .

SO all the ways were safe from shore to shore ,

Ar u But in the heart of th r pain was lord .

Then , out of Tristram waking , the red dream

’ a n d return d Fled with a shout , that low lodge ,

- Mid forest , and the wind among the boughs .

He whistled his gOod warhorse left to graze

A u mong the forest greens , vaulted pon him ,

An d - e rode beneath an ever show ring leaf,

Till one lone woman , weeping near a cross ,

’ ‘ ’ Sta d . 2 y him Why weep ye Lord , she said ,

man

Hath left me or is dead whereon he thought

What , an she hate me now I would not this .

u What , an she love me still I wo ld not that .

ul — I know not what I wo d but said to her ,

Yet weep not thou , lest , if thy mate return ,

He ﬁnd thy favour changed and love thee not TH E LA ST TOURNAMENT .

’ Then pressing day by d ay thro Lyon ess e

Last in a roky hollow, belling , heard .

Of The hounds Mark , and felt the goodly hounds

' n ain d Yelp at his heart , but turni g , past and g

Tin ta il h g , alf in sea , and high on land ,

A cro wn of towers .

D own in a casement sat ,

A low sea -sunset glorying round her hair

An d - glossy throated grace , Isolt the Queen .

An d when she heard the feet of Tristram grin d

n a The spiri g stone that sc led about her tower ,

’ Flush d , started , met him at the doors , and there

Belted his body with her white embrace

— ! Crying aloud , Not Mark not Mark , my soul

’ The footstep ﬂutter d me at ﬁrst : not he

’ Catlike thro his own castle steals my Mark ,

’ But warrior -wise thou s trides t thro his b all s 1 2 2 TH E A S RNAME L T TOU NT.

— ’ Who hates thee , as I him ev n to the death .

s ul My o , I felt my hatred for my Mark

’ Quicken within me , and knew that thou wert nigh .

s m To whom Sir Tristram iling , I am here .

’ Let be thy Mark , seeing he is not thine .

An d r i d aw ng somewhat backward she replied ,

’ ’ Ca n wron d ev n he be g who is not his own ,

O f But save for dread thee had beaten me ,

’ ’ Sc ratch d m arr d , bitten , blinded , me somehow

Mark 2‘

What rights are his that dare not strike for them 2‘

if — ’ Not l t a hand not , tho he found me thus

But harken have ye met him hence he went

To d ay for three days ’ hunting—as he said

An d so returns belike within an hour .

’ Ma u - rk s way , my so l but eat not thou with Mark ,

Because he hates thee even more than fears

1 2 4 TH E A S OUR A L T T N MENT .

An d Tristram , Last to my Queen Paramount ,

Here now to my Queen Paramount Of love

An d —a loveliness y , lovelier than when ﬁrst

L on es s e Her light feet fell on our rough y ,

’ Sailing from Ireland .

’ t la u h d Sof ly g Isolt ,

Flatter me not , for hath not our great Queen

2‘ ’ My dole of beauty trebled and he said ,

Her beauty is her beauty , and thine thine ,

An d t — t hine is more to me sof , gracious , kind

Save when thy Mark is kindled on thy lips

’ Most gracious but she , haughty, ev n to him ,

Lancelot for I have seen him wan enow

To make one doubt if ever the great Quee n

’ Have yielded him her love .

TO whom Isolt ,

Ah t hen , false hunter and false harper , thou R TH E LA ST TO U NAMENT .

’ Who brakest thro the scruple of my bond ,

Calling me thy white hind , and saying to me

’ s inn d That Guinevere had against the highest , — An d I misyoked with such a want O f man

’ That I coul d hardly sin against the lowest .

’ a n s wer d He , O my soul , be comforted

in - If this be sweet , to sin leading strings ,

If here be comfort , and if ours be sin ,

’ Crown d warrant had we for the crowning sin — That made us happy : but how ye greet me fear — An d faul t and doubt no word of that fond tale

- Thy deep heart yearnings , thy sweet memories

’ Of Tristram in that year he was away .

An d , saddening on the sudden , spake Isolt ,

I had forgotten all in my strong joy

— —a ! To see thee yearnings y for , hour by hour , 1 2 6 AS T RNAM THE L T OU ENT .

- Here in the never ended afternoon , 0

O Of sweeter than all memories thee ,

D eeper than any yearnings after thee

’ Seem d - - those far rolling , westward smiling seas ,

’ ’ a tch d da sh d W from this tower . Isolt of Britain

B efore Isolt of Brittany on the strand ,

’ Woul d that have c hill d her bride - kiss Wedded

her 9

’ ‘ Fought in herfather s battles 2 wounded there

’ he f ulﬁll d T King was all with gratefulness ,

’ An d Of she , my namesake the hands , that heal d

Thy hurt and heart with unguent and caress

Well—can I wish her any huger wrong

Than having known thee ! her too hast thou

T o pine and waste in those sweet memories .

’ 0 all were I not my Mark s , by whom men

’ Are noble , I should hate thee more than love .

1 2 8 A S THE L T TOURNAMENT .

’ Mark s way to steal behind one in the da rk

t : He he For here was Mark has wedded her , said ,

’ his s d Of Not said , but it then this crown towers

SO r e ar shook to such a of all the sky ,

’ swoon d That here in utter dark I away ,

An d d woke again in utter dark , and crie ,

I will ﬂee hence and give myself to G o d

’ ’ An d I thou wert lying in thy new eman s arms .

Then Tristram , ever dallying with her hand ,

O ld May God be with thee , sweet , when and gray ,

’ a n er d An d past desire a saying that g her .

Old May God be with thee , sweet , when thou art ,

” An 1 d sweet no more to me I need Him now .

’ For when had Lancelot utter d aught so gross

Ev ’ n to the swineherd ’ s malkin in the mast

The greater man , the greater courtesy .

’ l But thou , thro ever harrying thy wi d beasts A A TH E L ST TOURN MENT . 1 2 9

Save that to touch a harp tilt with a lance — Becomes thee well art grown wild beast thyself.

da r s t How e thou , if lover , push me even

f a r In fancy from thy side , and set me

a In the gray distance , half a life aw y ,

a Her to be loved no more Uns y it , unswear

Flatter me rather , seeing me so weak ,

Broken with Mark and hate and solitude ,

r o wn Thy ma riage and mine , that I should suck

: Lies like sweet wines lie to me I believe .

a e Will ye not lie not swe r , as there y kneel ,

An d solemnly as when ye sware to him ,

Of —M The man men , our King y God , the power

Was once in vows when men believed the King

’ They lied not then , who sware , and thro their vows

a —I s a The King prevailing made his re lm y ,

’ Swear to me thou wilt love me ev n when old ,

’ ’ - a . Gray bair d , and past desire , and in desp ir

K 1 30 A OUR A THE L ST T N MENT .

Then Tristram , pacing moodily up and down ,

r V ows did ye keep the v ow ye made to Mark

‘ 2 Na More than I mine Lied , say ye y, but learnt ,

The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself

—a s n a t My knighthood taught me this y , being p

We run more counter to the soul thereof

. a Than had we never sworn I swe r no more .

I swore to the great King , and am forsworn .

’ ’ — —I hono ur For once ev n to the height d him .

! Man , is he man at all methought , when ﬁrst

L on e s s e a n d I rode from our rough y , beheld

That victor of the Pagan throned in hall

’ O ff His hair , a sun that ray d from a brow

hillsn ow - Like high in heaven , the steel blue eyes ,

The golden he a rd that clothed his lips with light

Of Moreover , that weird legend his birth ,

With Merlin ’ s mystic babble about his end

A mazed me ; then , his foot was on a stool

1 32 A OUR A THE L ST T N MENT .

Which ﬂesh and blood perforce woul d v iola te

For feel this arm of mine—the tide within

- Red with free chase and heather scented air ,

Pulsing full man ; can Arthur make me pure

AS any maiden child lock up my tongue

‘ From uttering freely wha t I freely hear 2

i s B nd me to one The wide world laugh at it .

An d worldling of the world am I , and know

The ptarmigan tha t whitens ere his hour

Woos his own end we are not angels here

O f Nor sh a ll be vows I am woodman the woods ,

’ An d hear the g arnet -headed ya ﬂin ga le

Mock them my soul , we love but while we may

a An d therefore is my love so l rge for thee ,

’ Seeing it is not bounded save by love .

Here ending , he moved toward her , and she said ,

’ Good : an I turu d away my love for thee D ! s U i C TH E LA ST TO RNAMENT . O

To some one thrice as courteous as thyself

For courtesy wins woman all as well

As valour may , but he that closes both — Is perfect , he is Lancelot taller indeed . — Rosier , and comelier , thou but say I loved

O f This knightliest all knights , and cast thee back

Thine own small saw , We love but while

may ,

l 9 Wel then , what answer

k He that while she spa e ,

Mindful of what he brought to adorn her with ,

The jewels , had let one ﬁnger lightly touch

The warm white apple of her throat , replied ,

l Press this a little closer , sweet , unti

’ ’ — hun er d - a n e r d Come , I am g and half g meat ,

—an d Wine , wine I will love thee to the death ,

’ An d out beyond into the dre am to come . 1 34 1 AS U THE L T TO RNAMENT .

So were bro u ht u then , when both g to f ll accord , .

’ She rose , and set before him all he will d

An d a fter these had comforted the blood

e a s With m ats and wines , and s tiated their heart

No w a e talking of their woodland par dis ,

th e s The deer , the dews , the fern , founts , the lawn

NO W a mocking at the much ung inliness ,

An d a craven shifts , and long crane legs of M rk

Then Tristram laughing caught the harp , and sang

A a 0 a — y, y, y the winds that bend the brier

A star in heaven , a star within the mere

A a 0 a —a y , y , y star was my desire ,

An d wa s one was far apart , and one near

A a 0 a — 1 y , y, y the winds that bow the grass

w a s An d one was water and one star ﬁre ,

An d one will ever shine and one will pass .

— ’ A a 0 a . y , y , y the winds that move the mere

1 36 A OUR A THE L ST T N MENT .

’ A e c limb d That night came rthur h me , and while he ,

All in a death -dumb autumn -dripping gloom

’ a n d l ok d The stairway to the hall , o and saw

’ — The great Queen s bower was dark , about his feet

’ e stion d A voice clung sobbing till he qu it ,

What art thou a n d the voice about his feet

Sent up an answer , sobbing , I am thy fool ,

’ An d I shall never make thee smile again .

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