I ■ \ '. \ : Y topx GAKETH AND LYNETTE ETC. GARETH AND LYNETTE ETC. By ALFRED TENNYSON, D.cx. POET LAUREATE STRAHAN & CO. 56, LUDGATE HILL, LONDON 1872 [All rights reserved.'] AF these two Idylls, Gareth follows The Coming OF Arthur, and The Last Tournament imme- diately precedes Guinevere. The concluding volumes of the Library Edition will contain the whole series in its proper shape and order. GARETH AND LYNETTE. GAEETH AND LYNETTE. npHE last tall son of Lot and Bellicent, And tallest, Gareth, in a showerful spring Stared at the spate. A slender- shafted Pine Lost footing, fell, and so was whirl' d away. * How he went down,' said Gareth, ' as a false knight Or evil king before my lance if lance Were mine to use — senseless cataract, Bearing all down in thy precipitancy — And yet thou art but swollen with cold snows, And mine is living blood : thou dost His will, The Maker's, and not knowest, and I that know, Have strength and wit, in my good mother's hall 4 GAEETH AND LY^-ETTE. Linger with vacillating obedience, Prison'd, and kept and coax'd 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 fly discaged to sweep In ever-highering eagle-circles up To the great Sun of Glory, and thence swoop Down upon all things base, and dash them dead, A knight of Arthur, working out his will. To cleanse the world. Why, Gawain, when he came With Modred hither in the summertime, Ask'd me to tilt with him, the proven knight. Modred for want of worthier was the judge. Then I so shook him in the saddle, he said, ** Thou hast half prevail'd against me," said so — he — OARETH AXD LYISTETTE. Tho' Modred biting his thin lips was mute, For he is alway sullen : what care I ? ' And Gareth went, and hovering round her chair Ask'd, * Mother, tho' ye count me still the child, Sweet mother, do ye love the child ? ' She laugh'd, * Thou art but a wild-goose to question it.' * Then, mother, an ye love the child,' he said, * Being a goose and rather tame than wild, Hear the child's story.' * Yea, my well-beloved, An 'twere but of the goose and golden eggs.' And Gareth answer'd her with kindling eyes, * Nay, nay, good mother, but this egg of mine Was finer gold than any goose can lay; For this an Eagle, a royal Eagle, laid Almost beyond eye-reach, on such a palm As glitters gilded in thy Book of Hours. 6 GAEETH AND LYXETTE. And tliere was ever haunting round the palm A lusty youth, but poor, who often saw The splendour sparkling from aloft, and thought *' An I could climb and lay my hand upon it, Then were I wealthier than a leash of kings." But ever when he reach'd a hand to climb, One, that had loved him from his childhood, caught And stay'd him, ** Climb not lest thou break thy neck, 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, And past away.' To whom the mother said, * True love, sweet son, had risk'd himself and climb'd. And handed down the golden treasure to him.' And Gareth answer'd her with kindling eyes, * Gold ? said I gold ? — ay then, why he, or she, GAKETH AJN'D LYNETTE. Or whosoe'er it was, or half the world Had ventured — had the thing I spake of been Mere gold — but this was all of that true steel, Whereof they forged the brand Excalibur, And lightnings play'd about it in the storm, And all the little fowl were flurried at it. And there were cries and clashings in the nest, That sent him from his senses : let me go.' Then Bellicent bemoan'd herself and said, * Hast thou no pity upon my loneliness ? Lo, where thy father Lot beside the hearth Lies like a log, and all but smoulder'd out ! For ever since when traitor to the King He fought against him in the Barons' war, And Arthur gave him back his territory, His age hath slowly droopt, and now lies there A yet- warm corpse, and yet unburiable. S GARKTII AXD LY]S'ETTE. No more ; nor sees, nor hears, nor speaks, nor knows. And both thy brethren are in Arthur's hall. Albeit neither loved with that full love I feel for thee, nor worthy such a love : Stay therefore thou ; red berries charm the bird. And thee, mine innocent, the jousts, the wars. Who never knewest finger-ache, nor pang Of wrench'd or broken limb — an often chance In those brain -stunning shocks, and tourney-falls, Frights to my heart ; but stay : follow the deer By these tall firs and our fast-falling burns ; So make thy manhood mightier day by day ; Sweet is the chase : and I will seek thee out Some comfortable bride and fair, to grace Thy climbing life, and cherish my prone year. Till falling into Lot's forgetfulness I know not thee, myself, nor anything. Stay, my best son ! ye are yet more boy than man.' GAllETH AXD LYXETTE. • iJ Then Gareth, * An ye hold me yet for child. Hear yet once more the story of the child. For, mother, there was once a King, like ours ; The prince his heir, when tall and marriageable, Ask'd for a bride ; and thereui^on the King Set two before him. One was fair, strong, arm'd — But to be won by force — and many men Desired her; one, good lack, no man desired. And these were the conditions of the King : That save he won the first by force, he needs Must wed that other, whom no man desired, A red-faced bride who knew herself so vile, That evermore she long'd to hide herself. Nor fronted man or woman, eye to eye — Yea — some she cleaved to, but they died of her. And one — they call'd her Fame ; and one, Mother, How can ye keep me tether'd to you — Shame ! Man am I grown, a man's work must I do. 10 GARETH AXD LYNETTE. Follow the deer ? follow the Christ, the King, Live pure, speak true, right wrong, follow the King — Else, wherefore born ? ' To whom the mother said, * Sweet son, for there be many who deem him not. Or will not deem him, wholly proven King — Albeit in mine own heart I knew him King, When I was frequent with him in my youth, And heard him Kingly speak, and doubted him No more than he, himself; but felt him mine, Of closest kin to me : yet — wilt thou leave Thine easeful biding here, and risk thine all. Life, limbs, for one that is not proven King ? Stay, till the cloud that settles round his birth Hath lifted but a little. Stay, sweet son.' And Gareth answ^er'd quickly, * Not an hour, So that ye yield me — I will walk thro' fire, GARETII AKD LYNETTE. 11 Mother, to gain it — your full leave to go. Not proven, who swept the dust of ruin'd Rome From off the threshold of the realm, and crush'd The Idolaters, and made the people free ? Who should be Ej.ng save him who makes us free ? ' So when the Queen, who long had sought in vain To break him from the intent to which he grew, Found her son's will unwaveringly one. She answer'd craftily, * Will ye walk thro' fire ? Who walks thro' fire will hardly heed the smoke. Ay, 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. Thy mother, — I demand.' And Gareth cried, * A hard one, or a hundred, so I go. Nay — quick ! the proof to prove me to the quick ! ' 12 GAEETH AND LYXETTE. But slowly spake the motlier looking at him, * Prince, thou shalt go disguised to Arthur's hall, And hire thyself to serve for meats and drinks Among the scullions and the kitchen-knaves, And those that hand the dish across the bar. Nor shalt thou tell thy name to anyone. And thou shalt serve a twelvemonth and a day.' For so the Queen believed that when her son Beheld his only w^ay to glory lead Low down thro' villain kitchen-vassalage, Her own true Gareth was too princely-proud To pass 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. And I shall see the jousts. Thy son am I, And since thou art my mother, must obey. GARETH AND LYNETTE. 13 1 therefore yield me freely to thy will ; For hence will I, disguised, and hire myself To serve with scullions and with kitchen-knaves ; Nor tell my name to any — no, not the King.' Gareth awhile linger'd. The mother's eye Full of the wistful fear that he would go, And turning toward him wheresoe'er he turn'd, Perplext his outward purpose, till an hour, When waken'd by the wind which with full voice Swept bellowing thro' the darkness on to dawn, He rose, and out of slumber calling two That still had tended on him from his birth. Before the wakeful mother heard him, went. ' The three were clad like tillers of the soil. Southward they set their faces. The birds made Melody on branch, and melody in mid air. The damp hill-slopes were quicken'd into green, 14 GARETH AND LYNETTE. And the live green had kindled into flowers, For it was past the time of Easterday. So, when their feet were planted on the plain That broaden'd toward the base of Camelot, Far off they saw the silver-misty morn Eolling her smoke about the Royal mount, That rose between the forest and the field. At times the summit of the high city flash' d ; At times the spires and turrets half-way down Prick' d thro' the mist ; at times the great gate shone Only, that open'd on the field below : Anon, the whole fair city had disappear' d. Then those who went with Gareth were amazed, One crying, * Let us go no further, lord. Here is a city of Enchanters, built By fairy Kings.' The second echo'd him, * Lord, we have heard from our wise men at home GARETH AND LYNETTE. 15 To Northward, that this King is not the King, But only changeling out of Fairyland, Who drave the heathen hence by sorcery And Merlin's glamour.' Then the first again, * Lord, there is no such city anywhere, JBut all a vision.' Gareth answer'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 ; So push'd them all unwilling toward the gate. And there was no gate like it under heaven. For barefoot on the keystone, ^vhich was lined And rippled like an ever-fieeting wave. The Lady of the Lake stood : all her dress Wept from her sides as water flowing away ; But like the cross her great and goodly arms 16 GARETH AI^D LYNETTE. Stretch'd under all the cornice and upheld : And drops of water fell from either hand ; And down from one a sword was hung, from one A censer, either worn wdth wind and storm ; And o'er her breast floated the sacred fish ; And in the space to left of her, and right, Were Arthur's wars in weird devices done, New things and old co-twisted, as if Time Were nothing, so inveterately, that men Were giddy gazing there ; and over all High on the top were those three Queens, the friends Of Arthur, who should help him at his need. Then those with Gareth for so long a space Stared at the figures, that at last it seem'd The dragon-houghts and elvish emblemings Began to move, seethe, twine and curl : they call'd To Gareth, * Lord, the gateway is alive.' GARETH AND LYJSTETTE. 17 And Gareth likewise on them fixt his eyes So long, that ev'n to him they seem'd to move. Out of the city a blast of music peaFd. Back from the gate started the three, to whom From out thereunder came an ancient man, Long-bearded, saying, * Who be ye, my sons ? ' Then Gareth, * We be tillers of the soil, Who leaving share in furrow come to see The glories of our King : but these, my men, (Your city moved so weirdly in the mist) Doubt if the King be King 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 all a vision : and this music now Hath scared them both, but tell thou these the truth.' Then that old Seer made answer playing on him 18 GAKETH AIST) LYXETTE. And saying, * Son, I have seen the good ship sail Keel upward and mast downward in the heavens, And solid turrets topsy-turvy in air : And here is truth ; but an it please thee not. Take thou the truth as thou hast told it me. For truly, as thou sayest, a Fairy King And Fairy Queens have built the city, son ; They came from out a sacred mountain- cleft Toward the sunrise, each with harp in hand, And built it to the music of their harps. And 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 thrall to his enchantments, for the liing Will bind thee by such vows, as is a shame GAEETH AXD LYN^ETTE. 19 A man should not be bound by, yet the which No man can keep ; but, so thou dread to swear, Pass not beneath this gateway, but abide Without, among the cattle of the field. For, an ye heard a music, like enow They are building still, seeing the city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built for ever.' Gareth spake Anger'd, * Old Master, reverence thine own beard That looks as white as utter truth, and seems Wellnigh as long as thou art statured tall ! Why mockest thou the stranger that hath been To thee fair-spoken ? ' But the Seer replied, * Ejiow ye not then the Eiddling of the Bards ? 20 GARETH AIS^D LYTs^ETTE. '^ Confusion, and illusion, and relation, Elusion, and occasion, and evasion " ? I mock thee not but as thou mockest me, And all that see thee, for thou art not who Thou seemest, but I know thee who thou art. And now 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 ; Whom 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 He spake and laugh'd, then enter'd with his twain GAKETH AND LYXETTE. 21 Camelot, a city of shadowy palaces And stately, rich in emblem and the work Of ancient kings who did their days in stone ; Which Merlin's hand, the Mage at Arthur's court, Knowing all arts, had touch'd, and everywhere At Arthur's ordinance, tipt with lessening peak And pinnacle, and had made it spire to heaven. And ever and anon a knight would pass Outward, or inward to the hall : his arms Clash'd ; and the sound was good to Gareth's ear. And out of bower and casement shyly glanced Eyes of pure women, wholesome stars of love ; And all about a healthful people stept As in the presence of a gracious king. Then into hall Gareth ascending heard A voice, the voice of Arthur, and beheld Far over heads in that long-vaulted hall 22 GAEExn Am) lyxette. The splendour of the presence of the King Throned, and delivering doom — and look'd no more- But felt his young heart hammering in his ears, And thought, * For this half-shadow of a lie The truthful King will doom me \vhen 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 Of those tall knights, that ranged about the throne, Clear honour shining like the dewy star Of dawn, and faith in their great King, with pure Affection, and the light of victory. And glory gain'd, and evermore to gain. Then came a widow crying to the King, * A boon. Sir King ! Thy father, Uther, reffc From my dead lord a field with violence : For howsoe'er at first he proffer'd gold. GARETH AND LYNETTE. 23 Yet, for tlie field was pleasant in our eyes, We yielded not ; and then he reft us of it Perforce, and left us neither gold nor field.' Said Arthur, * Whether would ye ? gold or field ? ' To whom the woman weeping, * Nay, my lord, The field was pleasant in my husband's eye.' And Arthur, * Have thy pleasant field again. And thrice the gold for Uther's use thereof. According to the years. No boon is here. But justice, so thy say be proven true. Accursed, who from the wrongs his father did Would shape himself a right ! ' And while she past, Game yet another widow crying to him, * A boon. Sir King ! Thine enemy. King, am I. With thine own hand thou slewest my dear lord, A knight of Uther in the Barcns' war, 24 G.VEETH AND LYXETTE. ^Mien Lot and many another rose and fought Against thee, saying thou wert basely born. I held with these, and loathe to ask thee aught. Yet lo ! my husband's brother had my son Thrall'd in his castle, and hath starved him dead ; And standeth seized of that inheritance Which thou that slowest the sire hast left the son. So tho' I scarce can ask it thee for hate. Grant me some knight to do the battle for me, Kill the foul thief, and wreak me for my son.' Then strode a good knight forward, crying to him ' A boon. Sir King ! I am her kinsman, I. Give me to right her wrong, and slay the man.* Then came Sir Kay, the seneschal, and cried, * A boon, Sir King ! ev'n that thou grant her none, This railer, that hath mock'd thee in full hall — None ; or the wholesome boon of gyve and gag.' GARETH AND LYNETTE. But Arthur, * We sit, King, to help the wrong'd Thro' all our realm. The woman loves her lord. Peace to thee, woman, with thy loves and hates ! The kings of old had doom'd thee to the flames, Aurelius Emrys would have scourged thee dead. And 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 : Then, be he guilty, by that deathless 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 Cornish king. In either hand he boro "What dazzled all, and shone far-olf as shines 26 GARETH AISD LYIS^ETTE. A field of charlock in the sudden sun Between two showers, a cloth of jDalest gold, AVhich down he laid before the throne, and knelt, 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, And, for himself was of the greater state, Being a king, he trusted his liege-lord Would yield him this large honour all the more ; So pray'd him well to accept this cloth of gold, In token of true heart and fealty. Then Arthur cried to rend the cloth, to rend In pieces, and so cast it on the hearth. An oak-tree smoulder'd there. * The goodly knight ! What ! shall the shield of Mark stand among these ? ' For, midway down the side of that long hall GARETH AXD LYIs^ETTE. ! A stately pile, — whereof along the front, Some blazon'd, some but carven, and some blank, There ran a treble range of stony shields, — Rose, and high-arching overbrow'd the hearth. And under every shield a knight was named : For this was Arthur's custom in his hall ; When some good knight had done one noble deed, His arms were carven only ; but if twain His arms were blazon'd also ; but if none The shield was blank and bare without a sign Saving the name beneath ; and Gareth saw The shield of Gawain blazon'd rich and bright. And Modred's blank as death ; and Arthur cried To rend the cloth and cast it on the hearth. * More like are we to reave him of his crown Than make him knight because men call him king. The kings we found, ye know we stay'd their hands 28 GARETH AND LYNETTE. From war among themselves, but left them kings ; Of whom were any bounteous, merciful. Truth- speaking, brave, good livers, them we enroll'd Among us, and they sit within our hall But Mark hath tarnish'd the great name of king, As Mark would sully the low state of churl : t And, seeing he hath sent us cloth of gold. Return, and meet, and hold him from our eyes, Lest we should lap him up in cloth of lead, Silenced for ever — craven — a man of plots. Craft, poisonous counsels, wayside ambushings — No fault of thine : let Kay the seneschal Look to thy wants, and send thee satisfied — Accursed, who strikes nor lets the hand be seen ! ' And many another suppliant crying came With noise of ravage wrought by beast and man. And evermore a knight would ride away. GARETH AKD LYXETTE. 29 Last Gareth leaning both hands heavily- Down on the shoulders of the twain, his men, Approach'd between them toward the King, and ask'd, * A boon, Sir King (his voice was all ashamed), For see ye not how weak and hungerworn I seem — leaning on these ? grant me to serve For meat and drink among thy kitchen-knaves A twelvemonth and a day, nor seek my name. Hereafter 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 Koot-bitten by white lichen, 30 GARETH AND LYNETTE. * Lo ye now ! This fellow hath broken from some Abbey, where, God wot, he had not beef and brewis enow. However that might chance ! but an he work. Like any pigeon will I cram his crop. And sleeker shall he shine than any hog.' Then Lancelot standing near, * Sir Seneschal, Sleuth-hound thou knowest, and , gray, and all the hounds ; A horse thou knowest, 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 should come to shame thy judging of him.' GABETH AKD LYNETTE. 31 Then Kay, * What murmurest thou of mystery ? Think ye this fellow will poison the Bang's dish ? Nay, for he spake too fool-like : mystery ! Tut, an the lad were nohle, he had ask'd For horse and armour : fair and fine, forsooth I Sir Fine-face, Su' Fair-hands ? but see thou to it That thine own fineness, Lancelot, some fine day Undo thee 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, And couch'd at night with grimy kitchen- knaves. And Lancelot ever spake him pleasantly, But Kay the seneschal who loved him not Would hustle and harry him, and labour him Beyond his comrade of the hearth, and set To turn the broach, draw water, or hew wood, 32 GARETH AI^D LYNETTE. Or grosser tasks ; and Gareth bow'd himself With all obedience to the King, and wrought All kind of service with a noble ease That graced the lowliest act in doing it. And when the thralls had talk among themselves, And one would praise the love that linkt the King And Lancelot — how the King had saved his life In battle twice, and Lancelot once the King'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, Far over the blue tarns and hazy seas, On Caer-Eryri's highest found the King, A naked babe, of whom the Prophet spake, * He passes to the Isle Avilion, He passes and is heal'd and cannot die ' — Gareth was glad. But if their talk were foul, GAEETH AND LYNETTE. 33 Then would lie whistle rapid as any lark, Or carol some old roundelay, and so loud That first they mock'd, but, after, reverenced Lim. Or Gareth telling some prodigious tale Of knights, who sliced a red life -bubbling way Thro' twenty folds of twisted dragon, held All in a gap-mouth'd circle his good mates Lying or sitting round him, idle hands, Charm'd ; till Sir Kay, the seneschal, would come Blustering upon them, like a sudden wind Among dead leaves, and drive them all apart. Or when the thralls had sport among themselves, So there were any trial of mastery, He, by two yards in casting bar or stone Was counted best ; 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, o4 GAEETH AXD LYIN^ETTE. And the spear spring, and good horse reel, the boy AVas half beyond himself for ecstasy. So for a month he wrought among the thralls ; Bat in the weeks that follow'd, the good Queen, Eepentant of the word she made him swear, And saddening in her childless castle, sent. Between the increscent and decrescent moon, Arms for her son, and loosed him from his vow. This, Gareth hearing from a squire of Lot "With whom he used to play at tourney once, AVhen both were children, and in lonely haunts Would scratch a ragged oval on the sand. And each at either dash from either end — Shame never made gM redder than Gareth joy. He laugh'd ; he sprang. * Out of the smoke, at onco I leap from Satan's foot to Peter's knee — GARETII AND LYNETTE. 35 These news be mine, none other's — nay, the King's — Descend into the city : ' whereon he sought The King alone, and found, and told him all. * I have stagger'd thy strong Gawain in a tilt For pastime ; yea, he said it : joust can I. Make me thy knight — in secret ! let my name Be hidd'n, and give me the first quest, I spring Like flame from ashes.' Here the King's calm eyo Fell on, and check'd, and made him flush, and bow Lowly, to kiss his hand, who answer'd him, * Son, the good mother let me know thee here, And sent her wish that I would yield thee thine. Make thee my knight ? my knights are sworn to vows Of utter hardihood, utter gentleness. And, loving, utter faithfulness in love, And uttermost obedience to the Kinj?.' 36 • GARETH AND LYNETTE -Then Gareth, lightly springing from his knees, * My King, for hardihood I can promise thee. For uttermost obedience make demand Of whom ye gave me to, the Seneschal, No mellow master of the meats and drinks ! And as for love, God wot, I love not yet. But love I shall, God willing.' And the King — * Make thee my knight in secret ? yea, but he, Our noblest brother, and our truest man. And one with me in all, he needs must know.' * Let Lancelot know, my King, let Lancelot know, Thy noblest and thy truest ! ' And the King — ■ * But wherefore would ye men should wonder at you ? Nay, rather for the sake of me, their King, GARETH AXD LYi^ETTE. 37 And the deed's sake my knighthood do the deed, Than to be noised of.' Merrily Gareth ask'd, * Have I not earn'd my cake in baking of it ? Let bo my name until I make my name ! My deeds will speak : it is but for a day.' So \vith a kindly hand on Gareth's arm Smiled the great King, and half- unwillingly Loving his lusty youthhood yielded to him. Then, after 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 fiir aw\ay. Cover the lions on thy shield, and see Far as thou mayest, he be nor ta'en nor slain.' Then that same day there past into the hall A damsel of high Imeage, and a brow 38 GAEETH AND LYNETTE. May-blossom, and a cheek of apple -blossom, Hawk-eyes ; and lightly was her slender nose Tip-tilted like the petal of a flower ; She into hall past with her page and cried, * King, for thou hast driven the foe without, See to the foe within ! bridge, ford, beset By bandits, everyone that owns a tower ' The Lord for half a league. Why sit ye there ? Kest would I not. Sir King, an I were king, Till ev'n the lonest hold were all as free From cursed bloodshed, as thine altar-cloth From that blest blood it is a sin to spill.' ' Comfort thyself,' said Arthur, * I nor mine Best : so my knighthood keep the vows they swore, The wastest moorland of our realm shall be Safe, damsel, as the centre of this hall. What is thy name ? thy need ? ' GABETH AXD LYXETTE. 39 * My name ? ' she said — < Lynette my name ; noble ; my need, a knight To combat for my sister, Lyonors, A lady of high lineage, of great lands, And comely, yea, and comelier than myself. She lives in Castle Perilous : a river Runs in three loops about her living-place ; And o'er it are three passings, and three knights Defend the passings, brethren, and a fourth And of that four the mightiest, holds her slay'd In her own castle and so besieges her To break her will, and make her wed with him : And but delays his purport till thou send To do the battle with him, thy chief man - Sir Lancelot whom he trusts to overthrow, Then wed, mth glory ; but she will not wed Save whom she loveth, or a holy life. Now therefore have I come for Lancelot.* 40 GARETH AND LYNETTE. Then Arthur mindful of Sir Gareth ask'd, ' Damsel, ye know this Order lives to crush All wrongers of the Realm. But say, these four, AVho be they ? What the fashion of the men ? ' * They be of foolish fashion, Sir King, The fashion of that old knight-errantry Who ride abroad and do but what they will ; Courteous or bestial from the moment, such As 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 wise The fourth, who alway rideth arm'd in black, A huge man-beast of boundless savager3\ He names himself the Night and oftener Death And wears a helmet mounted with a skull. And bears a skeleton figured on his arms, GARETII AND LYXETTE. 41 To show that who may slay or scape the three Slain by himself shall enter endless night. And all these four be fools, but mighty men, And therefore am I come for Lancelot.* Hereat Sir Gareth call'd from where he rose, A head with kindling eyes above the throng, * A boon, Sir King — this quest ! ' then — for he mark'd Kay near him groaning like a wounded bull — ' Yea, King, thou knowest thy kitchen-knave am I, And mighty thro' thy meats and drinks am I, And I can topple over a hundred such. Thy promise, Eng,' and Arthur glancing at him. Brought down a momentary brow. * Eough, sudden, And pardonable, worthy to be knight — Go therefore,' and all hearers were amazed. 42 GAEETH AI^D LY^^ETTE. But on the damsel's forehead shame, pride, vrrath Slew the May-white : she lifted either arm, * Fie on thee, King ! I ask'd for thy chief knight, And thou hast given me hut a kitchen-knave.* Then ere a man in hall could stay her, turn'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 The field of tourney, murmuring * kitchen-knave.* Now two great entries open'd from the hall, At one end one, that gave upon a range Of level pavement where the King would pace At sunrise, gazing over plain and wood. And down from this a lordly stairway sloped Till lost in blowing trees and tops of towers. And out by this main doorway past the King. But one was counter to the hearth, and rose GAEETH AND LYNETTE. , 43 High that the highest-crested helm could ride Therethro' nor graze : and by this entry fled The damsel in her wrath, and on to this Sir Gareth strode, and saw without the door King Arthur's gift, the worth of half a town, A warhorse of the best, and near it stood The two that out of north had follow 'd him : This bare a maiden shield, a casque ; that held The horse, the spear ; whereat Sir Gareth loosed A cloak that dropt from collar-bone to heel, A cloth of roughest web, and cast it down, And from it like a fuel-smother'd fire. That lookt half-dead, brake bright, and flash'd as those Dull- coated things, that making slide apart Their dusk wing-cases, all beneath there burns A jewell'd harness, ere they pass and fly. So Gareth ere he parted flash'd in arms. Then while he donn'd the helm, and took the shield 44 GARETH AND LYXETTE. And mounted horse and graspt a spear, of grain Storm-strengthen'd on a windy site, and tipt With trenchant steel, around him slowly prest The people, and from out of kitchen came The thralls in throng, and seeing who had work'd Lustier than any, and whom they could but love. Mounted in arms, threw up their caps and cried, * God bless the King, and all his fellowship ! ' And on thro' lanes of shouting Gareth rode Down the slope street, and past without the gate. So Gareth past with joy ; but as the cur Pluckt from the cur he fights with, ere his cause Be cool'd by fighting, follows, being named. His owner, but remembers all, and growls Eemembering, so Sir Kay beside the door Mutter'd in scorn of Gareth whom he used To harry and hustle. GARETH AND LYNETTE. 45 * Bound upon a quest With horse and arms — the King hath past his time — My scullion knave ! Thralls 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-blow not heeded in his youth So shook his wits they wander in his prime — Crazed ! How the villain lifted up his voice, Nor shamed to bawl himself a kitchen-knave. Tut : ho was tame and meek enow with me. Till peacock'd up with Lancelot's noticing. Well — I will after my loud knave, and learn Whether he know me for his master yet. Out of the smoke he came, and so my lance Hold, by God's grace, he shall into the mire — Thence, if the King awaken from his craze, Into the smoke again.* 46 GARETH Ai^D LYIs'ETTE. 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 And lusty, and knowing both of lance and sword.' ' Tut, tell not me,' said Kay, * ye are overfine To mar stout knaves with foolish courtesies.* Then mounted, on thro' silent faces rode Down the slope city, and out beyond the gate But by the field of tourney lingering yet Mutter'd the damsel, ' Wherefore did the King Scorn me ? for, were Sir Lancelot lackt, at least He might have yielded to me one of those Who tnt for lady's love and glory here, GAEETH AXD LY^'ETTE. 47 Eather than — sweet heaven ! fie upon him — His kitchen-knave.' To whom Sir Gareth drew (And there were none but few goodlier than he) Shining in arms, * Damsel, the quest is mine. Lead, and I follow.' She thereat, as one That smells a foul-flesh'd agaric in the holt. And deems it carrion of some woodland thing, Or shrew, or weasel, nipt her slender nose With petulant thumb and finger, shrilling, * Hence I Avoid, thou smellest all of kitchen-grease. And look v/ho comes behind,' for there was Kay. * Knowest thou not me ? thy master ? I am Kay. We lack thee by the hearth.' And Gareth to him, * Master no more ! too well I know thee, ay — 48 GAEETH AND LYK'ETTE. The most ungentle knight in Arthur's hall.' ^ Have at thee then,' said Kay : they shock'd, and Kay Fell shoulder-slipt, and Gareth cried again, *Lead, and I follow,' and fast 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. Perforce she siay'd, and overtaken spoke. * What doest thou, scullion, in my fellowship ? Deem'st thou that I accept thee aught the more Or love thee better, 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 Thou smellest all of kitchen as before.* * Damsel,' Sir Gareth answer'd gently, ' say GAKETH AXD LYNETTE. 49 Whate'er yc will, but wliatsoe'er ye say, I leave not till I finish this fair quest, Or die therefore.' * Ay, wilt thou finish it ? Sweet lord, how like a noble knight he talks ! The listening rogue hath caught the manner of it. But, knave, anon thou shalt bo met with, knave. And 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 That madden'd her, and away she flash'd again Down the long avenues of a boundless wood, And Gareth following was again beknaved. * Sir Elitchen -knave, I have miss'd the only way • Where Arthur's men are set along the wood ; E 50 GARETH AND LYN'ETTE. The wood is nigli as full of thieves as leaves : If both be slain, I am rid of thee ; but yet, Sir Scullion, canst thou use that spit of thine ? Fight, an thou canst : I have miss'd the only way.* So till the dusk that follow'd evensong Eode on the two, reviler and reviled ; Then after one long slope was mounted, saw. Bowl-shaped, thro' tops of many thousand pines A gloomy -gladed hollow slowly sink To westward — in the deeps whereof a mere, Kound as the red eye of an Eagle-owl, Under the half-dead sunset glared ; and shouts 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.' Then Gareth, * Bound am I to right the wrong'd, But straitlier bound am I to bide with thee.' GARETH AKD LYNETTE. 51 And when the damsel spake contemptuously, * Lead and 1 follow,' Gareth cried again, * Follow, I lead ! ' so down among the pines He plunged ; and there, blackshadow'd nigh llio mere, And mid-thigh- deep in bulrushes and reed, Saw six tall men haling a seventh along, A stone about his neck to drown him in it. Three with good blows he quieted, but three Fled thro' the pines ; and Gareth loosed the stone From off his neck, then in the mere beside Tumbled it ; oilily bubbled up the mere. Last, Gareth loosed his bonds and on free feet Set him, a stalwart Baron, Arthur's friend. * Well that ye came, or else these caitiff rogues Had wreak'd themselves on me ; good cause is theiis To hate me, for my wont hath ever been 52 GAEETH AXD LYNETTE. To catch my thief, and then like vermin here Drown him, and with a stone about his neck ; And under this wan water many of them Lie rotting, but at night let go the stone, And rise, and flickering in a grimly light Dance on the mere. Good now, ye have saved a life Worth somewhat as the cleanser of this wood. And fain would I reward thee worshipfuUy. What guerdon will ye ? * Garoth sharply spake, * None ! for the deed's sake have I done the deed, In uttermost obedience to the King. But will ye yield this damsel harbourage ? * Whereat the Baron saying, * I well believe Ye be of Arthur's Table,' a light laugh Broke from Lynette, * Ay, truly of a truth. And in a sort, being Arthur's kitchen-knave ! — GAPwETH AND LYI^^ETTE. 53 But deem not I accept thee anght the more, Scullion, for running sharply with thy spit Down on a rout of craven foresters. A thresher with his flail had scatter'd them. Nay — for thou smallest of the kitchen still. But an this lord will yield us harbourage, Well.* So she spake. A league beyond the wood, All in a full-fair manor and a rich. His towers where that day a feast had been Held in high hall, and many a viand left, And many a costly cate, received the three. And 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, Setting this knave, Lord Baron, at my side. .54 GARETH AND LY]S^ETTE. Hear me — this morn I stood in Arthur's hall, And pray'd the King would grant me Lancelot To fight the brotherhood of Day and Night — The last a monster unsubduable Of any save of him for whom I call'd — Suddenly bawls this frontless kitchen-knave, ** The quest is mine ; thy kitchen-knave am I, And mighty thro' thy meats and drinks am I." Then Arthur all at once gone mad replies, ** Go therefore," and 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 Now look'd at one and now at other, left The damsel by the peacock in his pride, And, seating Gareth at another board, Sat down beside him, ate and then began. GARETH AITD LYNETTE. O * Friend, whether ye be kitchen-knave, or not. Or whether it be the maiden's fantasy, And whether she be mad, or else the King, Or both or neither, or thyself be mad, I ask not : but thou strikest a strong stroke, For strong thou art and goodly therewithal, And saver of my life ; and therefore now, For here be mighty men to joust with, weigh Whether thou wilt not with thy damsel back To crave again Sir Lancelot of the King. 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 Had, some brief space, convey'd them on their way 66 GAEETH AND LYNETTE. And 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, In time of flood. Nay, furthermore, methinks Some ruth is mine for thee. Back wilt thou, fool ? For hard by here is one will overthrow And slay thee : then will I to court again. And shame the King for only yielding me My champion from the ashes of his hearth.' To whom Sir Gareth answer'd courteously, ^ Say thou thy say, and I will do my deed. Allow me for mine hour, and thou wilt find My fortunes all as fair as hers, who lay Among the ashes and wedded the King's son.* GAEETH AXD LYIs'ETTE. o7 Then to the shore of one of those long loops Wherethro' the serpent river coil'd, they came. Rough-thicketed were the banks and steep ; the stream Full, narrow ; this a bridge of single arc Took at a leap ; and on the further side Arose a silk pavilion, gay with gold In streaks and rays, and all Lent-lily in hue, Save that the dome was purple, and above, Crimson, a slender banneret fluttering. And therebefore the lawless warrior paced Unarm'd, and calling, * Damsel, is this he. The champion ye have brought from Arthur's hall, For whom we let thee pass ? ' * Nay, nay,' she said, * Sir Morning- Star. The King in utter scorn Of thee and thy much folly hath sent thee here His kitchen-knave : and look thou to thyself: See that he fall not on thee suddenly, And slay thee unarm'd : he is not knight but knave.' 58 GABETH AND LYNETTE. Then at his call, * daughters of the Dawn, And servants of the Morning- Star, approach, Arm me,' from out the silken curtain -folds Bare-footed and bare-headed three fair girls In gilt and rosy raiment came : their feet In dewy grasses glisten'd ; and the hair All over glanced with dewdrop or with gem Like sparkles in the stone Avanturine. These arm'd him in blue arms, and gave a shield Blue also, and thereon the morning star. And Gareth silent gazed upon the knight. Who 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. Then she that watch'd him, * Wherefore stare ye so ? Thou shakest in thy fear : there yet is time : GAKETH AND LYNETTE. 59 Flee down the valley before he get to horse. Who will cry shame ? Thou art not knight but knave.' Said Gareth, ' Damsel, whether knave or knight, Far liefer had I fight a score of times Than hear thee so missay me and revile. Fair words were best for him who fights for thee ; But truly foul arc better, for they send That strength of anger thro' mine arms, I know That I shall overthrow him.* And he that bore The star, being mounted, cried from o'er the bridge, * A kitchen-knave, and sent in scorn of me ! ^Such fight not I, but answer scorn with scorn. For this were shame to do him further wrong Than set him on his feet, and take his horse And arms, and so return him to the King. Come, therefore, leave thy lady Hghtly, knave. (30 GAKETH AND LYKETTE. Avoid : for it beseemeth not a knave To ride with such a lady.' * Dog, thou liest. I spring from loftier lineage than thine own.* He spake ; and all at fiery speed the two Shock'd on the central bridge, and either spear Bent but not brake, and either knight at once, Hurl'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, And Gareth lash'd so fiercely with his brand He drave his enemy backward 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. Then cried the fall'n, * Take not my life : I yield.* And Gareth, * So this damsel ask it of me GARETH AND LYNETTE. 61 Good — I accord it easily as a grace.' She reddening, * Insolent scullion : I of thee ? I bound to thee for any favour ask'd ! ' * Then shall he die.' And Gareth there unlaced His helmet as to slay him, but she shriek'd, * Be not so hardy, scullion, as to slay One nobler than thyself.' * Damsel, thy charge Is an abounding pleasure to me. Knight, Thy life is thine at her command. Arise And quickly pass to Arthur'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.' And fiist away she fled. Then when he came upon her, spake, * Methought, Knave, when I watch'd thee striking on the bridge 62 GARETH AKD LYNETTE. The savour of thy kitchen came upon me A little faintlier : but the wind hath changed : I scent it twentyfold.' And then she sang, * '' morning star " (not that tall felon there Whom thou by sorcery or unhappiness Or some device, hast foully overthrown), *' morning star that smilest in the blue, star, my morning dream hath 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.' To whom Sir Gareth answer' d, laughingly, * Parables ? Hear a parable of the knave. GAUETH AND LYNETTE. 63 When I was kitchen-knave among the rest Fierce was the hearth, and one of my co-mates Own'd a rough dog, to whom he cast his coat, ** Guard it," 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, To worry, and not to flee — and — knight or knave — The knave that doth thee service as full knight Is all as good, meseems, as any knight Toward thy sister's freeing.' * Ay, Sir Kaave ! Ay, knave, because thou strikest as a knight, Being but knave, I hate thee all the more.' * Fair damsel, ye should worship me the more, That, being but knave, I throw thine enemies.' * Ay, ay,' she said, * but thou shalt meet thy match,' 64 GAEETH AND LYNETTE. So when they touch'd the second river-loop, Huge on a huge red horse, and all in mail Burnish'd to blinding, shone the Noonday Sun Beyond a raging shallow. As if the flower, That blows a globe of after arrowlets, Ten thousand-fold had grown, flash'd the fierce shield, All sun ; and Gareth's eyes had flying blots Before them when he turn'd from watching him. He from beyond the roaring shallow roar'd, ' What doest thou, brother, in my marches here ? * And she athwart the shalloAV shrill'd again, ' Here is a kitchen-knave from Arthur's hall Hath overthrown thy brother, and hath his arms/ * Ugh ! ' cried the Sun, and vizoring up a red And cipher face of rounded foolishness, Push'd horse across the foamings of the ford. Whom Gareth met midstream : no room was there For lance or tourney- skill : four strokes they struck CUIETH AXD LYNETTE. 65 With sword, and these were mighty ; the new knight Had fear he might he shamed ; hut as the Sun Heaved up a ponderous arm to strike the fifth, The hoof of his horse slipt in the stream, the stream Descended, and the Sun was wash'd away. Then Gareth laid his lance athwart the ford ; So drew him home ; but he that fought no more, As being all bone-batter'd on the rock, Yielded ; and Gareth sent him to the King. ' Myself when I return will plead for thee. Lead, and I follow.' Quietly she led. * Hath not the good wind, damsel, changed again ? ' * Nay, not a point : nor art thou victor here. There lies a ridge of slate across the ford ; His horse thereon stumbled— ay, for I saw it. * ** Sun " (not this strongfool whom thou, Sir Knave, <36 GARETH AND LYIS^ETTE. Hast overthrown thro' mere imhappiEess), ** Sun, that wakenest all to bliss or pain, moon, that laycst all to sleep again, Shine sweetly : twice my love hath smiled on me." * What knowest thou of lovesong or of love ? Nay, nay, God v/ot, so thou wert nobly born. Thou hast a pleasant presence. Yea, perchance, * '' dewy flowers that open to the sun, dew^y flowers that close when day is done, VAow sweetly : twice my love hath smiled on me." ' What knowest thou of flowers, except, belike. To garnish meats with ? hath not our good King Who lent me thee, the flower of Idtchendom, A foolish love for flowers ? what stick ye round GAKETH AND LYXETTE. 67 The pasty ? wherewithal deck the boar's head ? Flowers '? nay, the hoar hath rosemaries and bay. * '' birds, that warble to the morning sky, birds that warble as the day goes by, Sing sweetly ; twice my love hath smiled on nic." * What knowest thou of birds, lark, mavis, merle, Linnet ? what dream ye when they utter forth May-music growing with the growing light, Their sweet sun-worship ? these be for the snare (So runs thy fancy) these be for the spit, Larding and basting. See thou have not now Larded thy last, except thou turn and fly. There stands the third fool of theii' allegory.' For there beyond a bridge of treble bow, All in a rose-red from the west, and all 68 GARETH AXD LYNETTE. Naked it secm'd, and glowing in the broad Deep-dimpled current underneath, the knight, That named himself the Star of Evening, stood. And Gareth, * Wherefore waits the madman there Naked in open dayshine ? ' * Nay,' she cried, * Not naked, only wrapt in harden'd skins That fit him like his own ; and so ye cleave His armour off him, these will turn the blade.' Then the third brother shouted o'er the bridge, * brother-star, why shine ye here so low ? Thy ward is higher up : but have ye slain The damsel's champion ? ' and the damsel cried, * No star of thine, but shot from Arthur's heaven "With all disaster unto thine and thee ! For both thy younger brethren have gone down GAllETH AXD LYXETTE. 69 Before tHs youth ; and so wilt thou, Sir Star ; Art thou not old ? ' * Old, damsel, old and hard Old, with the might and breath of twenty boys.' Said Gareth, * Old, and over-bold in brag ! But that same strength which threw the Morning- Star Can throw the Evening.' Then that other blew A hard and deadly note upon the horn. * Approach and arm me ! ' With slow steps from out An old storm-beaten, russet, many-stain'd Pavilion, forth a grizzled damsel came. And arm'd him in old arms, and brought a helm With but a drying evergreen for crest, And gave a shield whereon the Star of Even Half- tarnish' d and half-bright, his emblem, shone. iO GARETH AND LYXETTE. But when it glitter'd o'er the saddle-bow, They madly hurl'd together on the bridge ; And Gareth overthrew him, lighted, drew, There met him drawn, and overthrew him again. But up like fire he started : and as oft As Gareth brought him grovelling on his knees, So many a time he vaulted up again ; Till Gareth panted hard, and his great heart, Foredooming all his trouble was in vain, Labour'd within him, for he seem'd as one That all in later, sadder age begins To war against ill uses of a life, But these from all his life arise, and cry, *Thou hast made us lords, and canst not put us dov;n ! ' He half despairs ; so Gareth seem'd to strike Vainly, the damsel clamouring all the while, 'Well done, knave-knight, well-stricken, good knight- knave — GAEEXn AKD LYXETTE. «^ox ' — ^ ;]iIoRs/ beneath five figures, armed men» Slab after slab, their faces forward all. And running down the Soul, a Shape that fled "With broken wings, torn raiment and loose hair, For help and shelter to the hermit's cave. ' Follow the faces, and w^e find it. Look, "Who comes behind ? ' For one — delay'd at first Thro' helping back the dislocated Kay To Camelot, then by what thereafter chanced, The damsel's headlong error thro' the wood — Sir Lancelot, having swum the river-loops — Kis blue shield-lions cover'd — softly drew Behind the twain, and when he saw^ the star Gleam, on Sir Garcth's turning to him, cried, 76 GAEETII AND LYNETTE. ' Stay, felon knight, I avenge me for my friend/ And Garetli crying prick'd against the cry; But when they closed — in a moment — at one touch Of that skill 'd spear, the wonder of the world — Went sliding down so easily, and fell, That when he found the grass within his hands He laugh'd ; the laughter jarr'd upon Lynette : Harshly she ask'd him, ^ Shamed and overthrown, And tumbled back into the kitchen-knave, Why laugh ye ? that ye blew your boast in vain ? * * Nay, noble damsel, but that I, the son Of old King Lot and good Queen Bellicent, And victor of the bridges aud the ford. And knight of Arthur, here lie thrown by whom I know not, all thro' mere unhappiness — Device and sorcery and unhappiness — Out, sword ; we arc thrown ! ' And Lancelot answcr'd, * Prince, GARETII AND LYXETTE. U Garcth — thro' the mere unhappiuess Of one who came to help thee not to harm, Lancelot, and all as glad to find thee whole. As on the day when Arthur knighted him.' Then Garcth, • Thou — Lancelot ! — thine the hand That threw me ? An some chance to mar the hoast Thy brethren of thee make — which could not chance — Had sent thee down before a lesser spear, Shamed had I been and sad — Lancelot— thou ! ' Whereat the maiden, petulant, * Lancelot, Why came ye not, when call'd ? and wherefore now Come ye, not call'd ? I gloried in my knave, Who being still rebuked, w-ould answer still Courteous as any knight — ^but now, if knight. The marvel dies, and leaves me fool'd and trick'd, And only wondering w^herefore play'd upon : 7S GAEEXn A^^D LYIs^ETTE. And doubtful whether I and mine be scorn' J. Where should be truth if not in Arthur's hall, In Arthur's presence ? Knight, knave, prince and fool, I hate thee and for ever.' And Lancelot said, ' Blessed be thou, Sir Gareth ! knight art thou To the lung's best wish. damsel, be ye wise To call him shamed, who is but overthrown ? Thrown have I been, nor once, but many a time. Victor from vancjuish'd issues at the last, And overthrower from being overthrown. With sword we have not striven ; and thy good horse And thou are weary ; yet not less I felt Thy manhood thro' that wearied lance of thine. AVell hast thou done ; for all the stream is freed, And thou hast wreak'd his justice on his foes, And when reviled, hast answer'd graciously, GARETK AXD LYXETTE. 79 And makest merry, when overthrown. Prince, Knight, Hail, Knight and Prince, and of our Table Hound ! ' And then when turning to Lynette he told The tale of Gareth, petulantly she said, * Ay well — ay well — for worse than being fool'd Of others, is to fool one's self. A cave, Sir Lancelot, is hard by, with meats and drinks And forage for the horse, and flint for fire. But all about it flies a honeysuckle. Seek, till we find.' And when they sought and found, Sir Gareth drank and ate, and all his life Past into sleep ; on whom the maiden gazed. * Sound sleep be thine ! sound cause to sleep hast thou. Wake lusty ! Seem I not as tender to him As any mother ? Ay, but such a one As all day long hath rated at her child. And vext his day, but blesses him asleep — 80 GAUETH AND LYNETTE. Good lord, how sweetly smells the honeysuckle In the hush'd night, as if the world were one Of utter peace, and love, and gentleness ! Lancelot, Lancelot ' — and she claj^t her hands — * Full merry am I to find my goodly knave Is knight and noble. See now, sworn have I, Else yon black felon had not let me pass, To bring thee back to do the battle with him. Thus an thou goest, he vfill fight thee first ; Who doubts thee victor ? so will my knight-knave Miss the full flower of this accomplishment.* Said Lancelot, ' Peradventure he, ye name, May know my shield. Let Garcth, an he will, Change his for mine, and take my charger, fresh, Not to be spurr'd, loving the battle as well As he that rides him.' * Lancelot-like,' she said, * Courteous in this, Lord Lancelot, as in all.' GARETH AND LYNETTE. 81 And Gareth, wakening, fiercely clutch'd the shield ; * Eamp ye lance-splintering lions, on whom all spears Are rotten sticks ! ye seem agape to roar ! Yea, ramp and roar at leaving of your lord ! — Care not, good beasts, so well I care for you. noble Lancelot, from my hold on these Streams virtue — fire — thro' one that will not shamo Even the shadow of Lancelot under shield. Hence : let us go.* Silent the silent field They traversed. Arthur's harp tho' summer- wan, In counter motion to the clouds, allured The glance of Gareth dreaming on his liege. A star shot : * Lo,' said Gareth, * the foe falls ! ' An owl whoopt : ^ Hark the victor pealing there ! ' Suddenly she that rode upon his left Clung to the shield that Lancelot lent him, crying, G 82 GARETH a:s'd ly:n-ette. * Yield, yield him this again : 'tis he must fight : I curse the tongue that all thro' yesterday Eeviled thee, and hath wrought on Lancelot now To lend thee horse and shield : wonders ye have done ; Miracles ye cannot : hero is glory enow In having Hung the three : I see thee maim'd, Mangled : I swear thou canst not fling the fourth.' * And wherefore, damsel ? tell me all ye knov/. Ye cannot scare me ; nor rough face, or voice, Brute hulk of limh, or boundless savagery Appal me from the quest.' 'Nay, Prince,' she cried, ' God w^ot, I never look'd upon the face, Seeing he never rides abroad by day ; But watch' d him have I like a phantom pass Chillinf]: the ni^ht : nor have I heard the voice. GARETII AN1> LY^sETTE. 83 Always he made Lis mouthpiece of a page "Who came and went, and still reported him As closing in himself the strength of ten, And when his anger tare him, massacring Man, w^oman, lad and girl — yea, the soft babe ! Some hold that he hath swallow'd infant flesh, Monster ! prince, I went for Lancelot first, The quest is Lancelot's : give him back the shield.' Said Gareth laughing, ' An he fight for this, Belike he wins it as the better man : Thus- — and not else ? ' But Lancelot on him urged All the devisings of their chivaliy Where one might meet a mightier than himself ; How best to manage horse, lance, sword and shield. And so fill up the gap where force might fail "With skill and fineness. Instant were his words. 84 GAEETH A^^D LYNETTE. Then Garetb, ' Here be rules. I know but one— To dash against mine enemy and to win. Yet have I watcb'd tbee victor in the joust, And seen tby way.' * Heaven help thee,' sigh'J Lynette. Then for a space, and under cloud that grew To thunder-gloom palling all stars, they rode In converse till she made her palfrey halt, Lifted an arm, and softly whisper'd, * There/ And all the three were silent seeing, pitch'd Beside the Castle Perilous on flat field, A huge pavilion like a mountain peak Sunder the glooming crimson on the marge, Black, with black banner, and a long black horn Beside it hanging ; which Sir Gareth graspt, And so, before the tv/o could hinder him, Sent all liis heart and breath thro' all the horn. GARETH AND LYNETTE. 85 Echo'd the walls ; a light twinkled ; anon Came lights and lights, and once again he hlcw ; "Whereon were hollow tramplings up and down And muffled voices heard, and shadows past ; Till high above him, circled with her maids, The Lady Lyonors at a window stood. Beautiful among lights, and waving to him White hands, and courtesy ; but when the Prince Three times had blown — after long hush — at last — The huge pavilion slowly yielded up, Thro' those black foldings, that which housed therein. High on a nightblack horse, in nightblack arms. With white breast-bone, and barren ribs of Death, And crown'd with fieshless laughter — some ten steps — In the half-light — thro' the dim dawn — advanced The monster, and then paused, and spake no word. 86 GARETH AJSD LYNETTE. But Gareth spake and all indignantly, * Fool, for thou iiast, men say, the strength of ten, Canst thcu not trust the limbs thy God hath given, But must, to malio the terror of thee more, Trick thyself out in ghastly im.ageries Of that which Life hath done with, and the clod, Less dull than thou, will hide with mantling flowers As if for pity ? ' But he spake no word ; Which set the horror higher : a maiden swoon' d ; The Lady Lyonors wrung her hands and wept, As doom'd to be the bride of Night and Death ; Sir Gareth's head prickled beneath his helm : And cv'n Sir Lancelot thro' his warm blood felt Ice strike, and all that mark'd him were aghast. At once Sir Lancelot's charger fiercely neigh'd — At once the black horse bounded forward with him. Then those that did not blink the terror, saw GAEETII AND LYNETTE. 87 That Death was cast to ground, and slowly rose. But with one stroke Sir Gareth split the skull. Half fell to right and half to left and lay. Then with a stronger buffet he clove the helm As throughly as the skull ; and out from this Issued the bright face of a blooming boy Fresh as a flower new-born, and crying, * Knight, Slay me not : my three brethren bad me do it, To make a horror all about the house, And stay the world from Lady Lyonors. They never dream'd the passes would be past.* Answer'd Sir Gareth graciously to one Not many a moon his younger, ^ My fair child, What madness made thee challenge the chief knight Of Arthur's hall ? ' * Fair Sir, they bad me do it. They hate the King, and Lancelot, the King's friend, They hoped to slay him somewhere on the stream, They never dream'd the passes could be past.* 88 GAP.ETH AXD LYNEITE. Then sprang the happier day from underground ] And Lady Lyonors and her house, Tvdth dance And revel and song, made merry over Death, As being after all their foolish fears And horrors only proven a blooming boy. ^^0 large mirth lived and Gareth won the quest. And he that told the tale in older times Says that Sir Gareth wedded Lyonors, But he, that told it later, says Lynette. THE LAST TOURNAMENT. THE LAST TOTJENAMENT. ^AGONET, the fool, ^vliom Gawaln in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Tahle Round, At Camelot, high ahove the yellowing woods. Danced like a wither* d leaf before the hall. And toward him from the hall, with harp in hand, And from the crown thereof a carcanet Of ruby swaying to and fro, the prize Of Tristram in the jousts of yesterday, Came Tristram, saying, * Why skip ye so, Sk Fool ? ' For Arthur and Sii' Lancelot riding once Far down beneath a winding? wall of rock 92 THE LAST TOTJRNAMEXT, Heard a child wail. A stump of oak half-dead, From roots like some black coil of carven snakes Clutch'd at the crag, and started thro' mid air Beaiing an eagle's nest : and thro' the tree Rush'd ever a rainy wind, and thro' the wind Pierced ever a child's cry : and crag and tree Scaling, Sir Lancelot from the perilous nest, This ruby necklace thrice around her neck, And all unscarr'd from beak or talon, brought A maiden babe ; which Arthur pitying took, Then gave it to his Queen to rear : the Queen But coldly acquiescing, in her white arms Received, and after loved it tenderly, And named it Nestling ; so forgot herself A moment, and her cares ; till that young life Being smitten in mid heaven with mortal cold Past from her ; and in time the carcanet Vext her with plaintive memories of the child : THE LAST TOURNAMEXT. 93 So she, delivering it to Ai'thur, said, * Take thou the jewels of this dead innocence, And make them, an thou wilt, a tourney-prize.* To whom the King, * Peace to thine eagle-borne Dead nestling, and this honour after death, Following thy will ! but, my Queen, I muse Why ye not wear on arm, or neck, or zone Those diamonds that I rescued from the tarn, And Lancelot won, methought, for thee to wear.' * Would rather ye had let them fall,' she cried, * Plunge and be lost — ill-fated as they were, A bitterness to me ! — ye look amazed. Not knowing they were lost as soon as given — Slid from my hands, when I was leaning out Above the river — that unhappy child Past in her barge : but rosier luck will go 9.4 THE LAST TOUEXAMEXT. AVith these rich jewels, seeing that tlicy carno Not from the skeleton of a Lrother- slayer. But the sweet body of a maiden babe. Perchance — who knows ? — the purest of thy knights May win them for the purest of my maids.' She ended, and the cry of a great jousts With trumpet-blowings ran on all the Vv^aj's From Camelot in among the faded fields To furthest toY/ers ; and everywhere the knights Arm'd for a day of glory before the King. But on the hither side of that loud morn Into the hall stagger'd, his visage ribb'd From ear to ear with dogwhip- weals, his noso Bridge-broken, one eye out, and one hand off, And one with shatter'd fingers dangling lame, A churl, to whom indignantly the King, THE LAST TOUllXAZylEXT. 95 ' My clnirl, for whom Christ died, wliat evil beast Hath drawn his claws athwart thy face ? or fiend ? Man Y/as it v/ho marr'd heaven's image in thee thus ? ' Then, sputtering thro' the hedge of spHnter'd teeth Yet strangers to the tongue, and with bkint stump Pitch-Llacken'd sawing the air, said the maim'd churl, * Ho took them and he dravo them to his tower — Some hold he Avas a table-knight of thine — A hundred goodly ones — the Red Knight, he- Lord, I was tending swine, and the Eed Knight Brake in upon me and drave them to his tower ; And when I call'd upon thy name as one That doest right by gentle and by churl, Maim'd me and maulM, and would outright have slain, Save that he sware me to a message, saying, *' Tell thou the King and all his liars, that I Have founded my Round Table in the North, 96 THE LAST TOURXAMEXT. And whatsoever his own knights have sworn My knights have sworn the counter to it — and say My tower is full of harlots, like his court, But mine are worthier, seeing they profess To be none other than themselves— and say My knights are all adulterers like his own, But mine are truer, seeing they profess To be none other ; and say his hour is come, The heathen are upon him, his long lance Broken, and his Excalibur a straw." ' Then Arthur turn'd to Kay the seneschal, * Take thou my churl, and tend him curiously Like a king's heir, till all his hurts be whole. The heathen — but that ever-climbing wave, Hurl'd back again so often in empty foam. Hath lain for years at rest — and renegades, Thieves, bandits, leavings of confusion, whom THE LAST TOURIs^AMENT. 97 The wholesome realm is purged of otherwhere, — Friends, thro' your manhood and your fealty, — 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, Move with me toward their quelling, which achieved. The loneliest ways are safe from shore to shore. But thou. Sir Lancelot, sitting in my place Enchair'd to-morrow, arbitrate the field ; For wherefore shouldst thou care to mingle "^^ith it, Only to yield my Queen her own again ? Speak, Lancelot, thou art silent : is it well ? ' Thereto Sir Lancelot answer'd, * It is well : Yet better if the King abide, and leave The leading of his younger knights to me. Else, for the King has will'd it, it is well.' H 98 THE LAST T0UR]S'AME:N'T. Then Arthur rose and Lancelot follow'd him, And while they stood without the doors, the King Turn'd to him saying, * Is it then so well ? Or mine the hlame that oft I seem as he Of whom was written, *' A sound is in his ears " — The foot that loiters, bidden go, — the glance That only seems half-loyal to command, — xi manner somewhat fall'n from reverence — Or have I dream'd the bearing of our knights Tells of a manhood ever less and lower ? Or whence the fear lest this my realm, uprear'd. By noble deeds at one with noble vows. From flat confusion and brute violences, Eeel back into the beast, and be no more ? ' He spoke, and taking all his younger knights, Down the slope city rode, and sharply turn'd North by the gate. In her high bower the Queen, THE LAST TOUIIXAMEXT. 99 Working a tapestry, lifted up her head, Watch'd her lord pass, and knew not that she sigh'd. Then ran across her memory the strange rhyme Of bygone Merlin, * Where is he who knows ? From the great deep to the great deep he goes.' But when the morning of a tournament, By these in earnest those in mockery call'd The Tournament of the Dead Innocence, Brake with a wet wind blowing, Lancelot, Round whose sick head all night, like birds of prey. The words of Arthur flying shriek'd, arose, And down a streetway hung -vvith folds of pure White samite, and by fountains running wine. Where children sat in white with cups of gold, Moved to the lists, and there, with slow sad steps Ascending, fill'd his double-dragon 'd chair. 100 THE LAST TOUHNAMENTt He glanced and saw the stately galleries, Dame, damsel, each thro' worship of their Queen White-rohed in honour of the stainless child, And some with scatter'd jewels, like a bank Of maiden snow mingled with sparks of fire. He look'd but once, and vail'd his eyes again. The sudden trumpet sounded as in a dream To ears but half- awaked, then one low roll Of Autumn thunder, and the jousts began : And ever the wind blew, and yellowing leaf And gloom and gleam, and shower and shorn plume Went down it. Sighing weariedly, as one Who sits and gazes on a faded fire, When all the goodlier guests are past away. Sat their great umpire, looking o'er the lists. He saw the laws that ruled the tournament Broken, but spake not ; once, a knight cast down THE LAST TOURNAMENT. 101 Before his throne of arbitration cursed The dead babe and the follies of the Iving ; And once the laces of a helmet crack'd, And show'd him, like a vermin in its hole, Modred, a narrow face : anon he heard The voice that billow'd round the barriers roar An ocean-sounding welcome to one knight, But newly-enter'd, taller than the rest, And armour'd all in forest green, whereon There tript a hundred tiny silver deer. And wearing but a holly-spray for crest. With ever- scattering berries, and on shield A spear, a harp, a bugle — Tristram — late From overseas in Brittany return' d, And marriage with a princess of that realm, Isolt the "White — Sir Tristram of the Woods — Whom Lancelot knew, had held sometime with pain Eis own against him, and now yearn' d to shake 102 THE LAST TOUEIs^AMEXT. The burtlien off his heart in one full 'shock With Tristram ev'n to death : his strong hands gript And dinted the gilt dragons right and left, Until he groan'd for wrath— so many of those, That ware their ladies' colours on the casque, Drew from before Sir Tristram to the bounds. And there with gibes and flickering mockeries Stood, while he mutter'd, ^ Craven crests ! shame Y/hat faith have these in whom they sware to love ? The glory of our Round Table is no more.' So Tristram won, and Lancelot gave, the gems, Not speaking other word than * Hast thou won ? Art thou the purest, brother ? See, the hand Wherewith thou takest this, is red ! ' to whom Tristram, half plagued by Lancelot's languorous mood. Made answer, * Ay, but wherefore toss me this TEE LAST TOniXA?,lEXT. 103 Like a dry bone cast to some hungry bound ? Let be thy fair Queen's fantasy. Strength of heart And might of limb, but mainly use and skill, Are winners in this pastime of our King. My hand — belike the lance hath dript upon it — No blood of mine, I trow ; but chief knight, Right arm of Arthur in the battlefield, Great brother, thou nor I have made the world ; Be happy in thy fair Queen as I in mine.' And Tristram round the gallery made his horse Caracole ; then bow'd his homage, bluntly saying, * Fair damsels, each to him who worships each Sole Queen of Beauty and of love, behold This day my Queen of Beauty is not here.' And most of these were mute, some anger'd, one Murmuring, ' All courtesy is dead,' and one, * The glory of our Bound Table is no more.' 104 THE LAST TOrE:XAME^^T. Then fell thick rain, plume droopt and mantle clung, And pettish cries awoke, and the wan day- Went glooming down in wet and weariness : But under her black brows a sAvarthy one Laugh'd shrilly, crying, * Praise the patient saints. Our one white day of Innocence hath past, Tho' somewhat draggled at the skirt. So be it. The snowdrop only, flowering thro' the year. Would make the world as blank as winter-tide. Come — let us gladden their sad eyes, our Queen's And Lancelot's, at this night's solemnity With all the kindlier colours of the field.' So dame and damsel glitter'd at the feast Variously gay : for he that tells the tale Liken'd them, saying, as when an hour of cold Falls on the mountain in midsummer snows, And all the purple slopes of mountain flowers THE LAST TOURNAMENT. 105 Pass under white, till the warm hour returns With veer of wind, and all are flowers again ; So dame and damsel cast the simple white, And glowing in all colours, the live grass, Rose-campion, bluebell, kingcup, poppy, glanced About the revels, and with mirth so loud Beyond all use, that, half-amazed, the Queen, And wroth at Tristram and the lawless jousts. Brake up their sports, then slowly to her bower Parted, and in her bosom pain was lord. And little Dagonet on the morrow morn, High over all the yellowing Autumn-tide, Danced like a wither'd leaf before the hall. Then Tristram saying, * Why skip ye so, Sir Fool ? * Wheel'd round on either heel, Dagonet replied, * Belike for lack of wiser company ; Or being fool, and seeing too much wit 106 THE LAST TOUEXAMENT. Makes the world rotten, why, belike I skip To know myself the wisest knight of all.' ' Ay, fool,' said Tristram, * but 'tis eating dry To dance without a catch, a roundelay To dance to.' Then he twangled on his harp, And while he twangled little Dagonet stood, Quiet as any water- sodden log Stay'd in the wandering warble of a brook ; But when the twangling ended, skipt again ; Then being ask'd, ' Why skipt ye not, Sir Fool ? ' Made answer, * I had liefer twenty years Skip to the broken music of my brains Than any broken music ye can make.' Then Tristram, waiting for the quip to come, * Good now, what music have I broken, fool ? ' And little Dagonet, skipping, * Arthur, the king's ; For Yv^hen thou playest that air with Queen Isolt, Thou makest broken music vrith thy bride, THE LAST TOURI^'AMENT. 10 7 Her daintier namesake down in Brittany — xind so thou breakest Arthur's music too.' * Save for that broken music in thy brains, Sir Fool,' said Tristram, ' I would break thy head. Fool, I came late, the heathen wars were o'er, The life had flown, we sware but by the shell — I am but a fool to reason with a fool — Come, thou art crabb'd and sour : but lean me down, Sir Dagonet, one of thy long asses' ears, And harken if my music be not true. * '* Free love — free field — we love but while we may : The woods are hush'd, their music is no more : The leaf is dead, the yearning past away : New leaf, new life — the days of frost are o'er : New life, new love, to suit the newer day : New loves are sweet as those that went before : Free love — free field — we love but while we may." 108 THE LAST tour:n^ament. 'Ye might have moved slow-measure to my tuno, Not stood stockstill. I made it in the woods, And heard it ring as true as tested gold.' But Dagonet with one foot poised in his hand, * Friend, did ye mark that fountain yesterday Made to run wine ? — hut this had run itself All out like a long life to a sour end — And 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 habe. Who left the gems which Innocence the Queen Lent to the King, and Innocence the Eng 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. THE LAST TOURNAMENT. 109 And Tristram, ' Was it muddier than tliy gibes ? Is all the laughter gone dead out of thee ? — Not marking how the knighthood mock thee, fool — ** Fear God : honour the king — his one true knight- Sole follower of the vows " — for here be they Who knew thee swine enow before I came, Smuttier than blasted grain : but when the King Had made thee fool, thy vanity so shot up It frighted all free fool from out thy heart ; Which left thee less than fool, and less than swine, A naked aught — yet swine I hold thee still, For I have flung thee pearls and find thee swine.' And little Dagonet mincing with his feet, * Knight, an ye fling those rubies round my neck In lieu of hers, I'll hold thou hast some touch Of music, since I care not for thy pearls. Swine ? I have wallow'd, I have wash'd — the world no THE LAST TOURK-AMEXT. Is flesh and shadow — I have had my day. The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath foul'd me — an I wallow'd, then I wash'd — I have had my day and my philosophies — And thank the Lord I am King Arthur's fool. Swine, say ye ? swine, goats, asses, rams and geese Troop' d round a Paynim harper once, who thrumm'd On such a wire as musically as thou Some such fine song — ^but never a king's fool.' And Tristram, * Then were swine, 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.' Then Dagonet, turning on the ball of his foot, * And whither harp'st thou thine ? down ! and thycelf Down ! and two more : a helpful harper thou. TnE LAST TOUI^^'■AME^'T. 111 That harpcst dowmvard ! Dost thou kno-w the star We call the harp of Arthur up in heaven ? ' And Tristram, * Ay, Sir Fool, for when our King Was victor wellnigh day by day, the knights. Glorying in each new glory, set his name High on all hills, and in the signs of heaven.' And Dagonet answer'd, * Ay, and when the land Was freed, and the Queen false, ye set yourself To babble about him, all to show your wit — And whether he were king by courtesy, Or king by right — and so went harping down The black king's highway, got so far, and grew So witty that ye play'd at ducks and drakes With Arthur's vows on the great lake of lire. Tuwhoo ! do ye see it ? do ye see the star ? ' * Nay, fool,' said Tristram, * not in open day.' 112 THE LAST TOUEIs^AMENT. And Dagonet, * Nay, nor will : I see it and hear. It makes a silent music up in heaven, And I, and Arthur and the angels hear, And then we skip.' * Lo, fool,* he said, * ye talk Fool's treason : is the King thy brother fool ? ' Then little Dagonet clapt his hands and shrill'd, * Ay, ay, my brother fool, the king of fools 1 Conceits himself as God that he can make Figs out of thistles, silk from bristles, milk From burning spurge, honey from hornet-combs. And men from beasts — Long live the king of fools ! ' And down the city Dagonet danced away. But thro' the slowly-mellowing avenues And solitary passes of the wood Rode Tristram toward Lyonesse and the west. Before him fled the face of Queen Isolt With ruby-circled neck, but evermore THE LAST TOUIl]N"AMENT. 113 Past, as a rustle or twitter in the wood Made dull his inner, keen his outer eye For all that walk'd, or crept, or perch'd, or flew. Anon the face, as, when a gust hath blown, Unruffling waters re-collect the shape Of one that in them sees himself, return' d ; But at the slot or fewmets of a deer, Or ev'n a fall'n feather, vanish'd again. So on for all that day from lawn to lawn Thro' many a league-long bower he rode. At length A lodge of intertwisted beechen-boughs Furze-cramm'd, and bracken-rooft, the which himself Built for a summer day with Queen Isolt Against a shower, dark in the golden grove Appearing, sent his fancy back to where She lived a moon in that low lodge with him : Till Mark her lord had past, the Cornish king, I 114 THE LAST TOURNAMENT. With six or seven, when Tristram was away, And snatch'd her thence; yet dreading worse than shame Her w^arrior Tristram, spake not any word. But bode his hour, devising wretchedness. And now that desert lodge to Tristram lookt 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 Tintagil 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 I^ng ? * Isolt Of the white hands ' they calFd her : the sweet name THE LAST TOTJR:NrAMEXT. t H^ All ured him first, and then the maid herself, Who served him well with those white hands of hers, And loved him well, until himself had thought He loved her also, wedded easily, Eut left her all as easily, and return' d. The black-blue Irish hair and Irish eyes Had drawn him home — what marvel ? then he laid His brows upon the drifted leaf and dream'd. He seem'd to pace the strand of Brittany Between Isolt of Britain and his bride, And show'd them both the ruby- chain, and both Began to struggle for it, till his Queen •Graspt it so hard, that all her hand was red. Then cried the Breton, * Look, her hand is red ! These be no rubies, this is frozen blood, And melts within her hand — her hand is hot With ill desires, but this I gave thee, look. 116 ^ THE LAST TOUEls^AMENT. Is all as cool and white as any flower.' Follow' d a rush of eagle's wings, and then A whimpering of the spirit of the child, Because the twain had spoil' d her carcanet. He dream'd ; but Arthur with a hundred spears Kode far, till o'er the illimitable reed, And many a glancing plash and sallowy isle, The wide-wing'd sunset of the misty marsh Glared on a huge machicolated tower That stood with open doors, whereout was roU'd A roar of riot, as from men secure Amid their marshes, ruffians at their ease Among their harlot-brides, an evil song. ' Lo there,' said one of Arthur's youth, for there. High en a grim dead tree before the tower, A goodly brother of the Table Bound Swung by the neck : and on the boughs a shield THE LAST TOTJENAMENT. Il7 Showing a shower of blood in a field noir, And therebeside a horn, inflamed the knights At that dishonour done the gilded spur, Till each would clash the shield, and blow the horn. But Arthur waved them back. Alone ho rode. Then at the dry harsh roar of the great horn. That sent the face of all the marsh aloft An ever upward-rushing storm and cloud Of shriek and plume, the Eed Knight heard, and all, Even to tipmost lance and topmost helm. In blood-red armour sallying, howl'd to the King, * The teeth of Hell flay bare and gnash thee flat ! Lo ! art thou not that eunuch-hearted lung ^ Who fain had dipt free manhood from the world — The woman-worshipper ? Yea, God's curse, and IJ Slain was the brother of my paramour By a knight of thine, and I that heard her whine And snivel, being eunuch-hearted too, 118 THE LAST TOTJEN"AMEIs^T. Sware by the scorpion-worm that twists in hell, And stings itself to everlasting death, To hang whatever knight of thine I fought And tumbled. Art thou lung ? — Look 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. And Arthur deign'd not use of word or sword, But let the drunkard, as he stretch'd from horse To strike 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. Drops 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 THE LAST TOURNAME^'T. 119 Heftd-heavy, while the knights, v/ho watch'd him, roar'd And shouted and leapt down upon the fall'n ; There trampled out his face from being known, And sank his head in mire, and slimed themselves : Nor heard the King for their own cries, but sprang Thro' open doors, and swording right and left Men, women, on their sodden faces, hurl'd The tables over and the wines, and slew Till all the rafters rang with woman-yells. And all the pavement stream'd with massacre : Then, yell with yell echoing, they fired the towxr, "Which half that autumn night, like the live North, Eed-pulsing up thro' Alioth and Alcor, Made all above it, and a hundred meres About it, as the water Moab saw Gome round by the East, and out beyond them flush'd The long low dune, and lazy-plunging sea. 120 THE LAST TOUENAMENT. So all the ways were safe from shore to shore, But in the heart of Arthur pain was lord. Then, out of Tristram waking, the red dream Fled with a shout, and that low lodge return \1, Mid-forest, and the wind among the boughs. He whistled his good warhorse leffc to graze Among the forest greens, vaulted upon him, And rode beneath an ever- showering leaf. Till one lone woman, weeping near a cross, Stay'd him. * "Why weep ye ? ' * Lord,' she said, 'my man Hath left me or is dead ; ' whereon he thought — * What, an she hate me now ? I would not this. What, an she love me still ? I would not that. I know not what I would ' — but said to her, * Yet weep not thou, lest, if thy mate return. He find thy favour changed and love thee not ' — THE LAST TOURNAMENT. 121 Then pressing day by day thro' Lyonesse Last in a roky hollow, belling, heard The hounds of Mark, and felt the goodly hounds Yelp at his heart, but turning, past and gam'd Tintagil, half in sea, and high on land, A crown of towers. Down in a casement sat, A low sea-sunset glorying round her hair And glossy-throated grace, Isolt the Queen. And when she heard the feet of Tristram grind The spiring stone that scaled 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 stridest thro' his halls 122 THE LAST TOTni:N"AMEIfT. Who hates thee, as I him — ev'n to the death. My soul, I felt my hatred for my Mark Quicken within me, and knew that thou wert nigh.' To whom Sir Tristram smiling, < I am here. Let be thy Mark, seeing he is not thine.' And drawing somewhat backward she rephed, * Can he be wrong'd who is not ev'n his own. But save for dread of thee had beaten me, Scratch'd, bitten, blinded, marr'd me somehow- Mark? "What rights are his that dare not strike for them ? Not lift a hand — not, tho' he found me thus ! But harken ! have ye met him ? hence he went To-day for three days' hunting — as he said — And so returns belike within an hour. Mark's way, my soul ! — but eat not thou with Mark, Because he hates thee even more than fears ; ^^ THE LAST TOniXAMEXT. 123 Nor drink : and when thou passest any wood Close vizor, lest an arrow from the bush Should leave mc all alone with Mark and hell. My God, the measure of my hate for Mark, Is as the measure of my love for thee.' So, pluck'd one way by hate and one by love^ Drain'd of her force, again she sat, and spake To Tristram, as he knelt before her, saying, * hunter, and blower of the horn. Harper, and thou hast been a rover too, For, ere I mated with my shambling king. Ye twain had fallen out about the bride Of one — his name is out of me — the prize. If prize she were — (what marvel — she could see) — Thine, friend ; and ever since my craven seeks To wreck thee villainously : but, Sir Knight, What dame or damsel have ye kneel'd to last ?* 124 THE LAST TOURNAMEI^T. And Tristram, * Last to my Queen Paramount, Here now to my Queen Paramount of love And loveliness — ay, lovelier than when first Her light feet fell on our rough Lyonesse, Sailing from Ireland.' Softly laugh'd Isolt, * Flatter me not, for hath not our great Queen My dole of beauty trebled ? ' and he said, * Her beauty is her beauty, and thine thine, And thine is more to me — soft, 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 Quecu Have yielded him her love.' To whom Isolt, ' Ah then, Msq hunter and false harper, thou THE LAST TOUKN-AMENT. 125 Who brakest tliro* the scruple of my bond, Calling me thy white hind, and saying to me That Guinevere had sinn'd against the highest, And I — misyoked with such a want of man — That I could hardly sin against the lowest.' He answer'd, ' my soul, be comforted ! If this be sweet, to sin in 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 And fault and doubt — no word of that fond tale — Thy deep heart-yearnings, thy sweet memories Of Tristram in that year he was away.' And, saddening on the sudden, spake Isolt, * I had forgotten all in my strong joy To see theo — yearnings ? — ay ! for, hour by hour, 126 THE LAST TOUENAMET^-T. Here in the never-ended afternoon, O sweeter than all memories of tliee, Deeper than any yearnings after thee Seem'd those far-rolling, westward- smiling seas, Watch'd from this tower. Isolt of Britain dash'd Before Isolt of Brittany on the strand, Would that have chill'd her bride-kiss? Wedded her? Pought in her father's battles ? wounded there ? The King was all fulfill' d with gratefulness, And she, my namesake of 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 left To pine and waste in those sweet memories. O were I not my Mark's, by whom all men Are noble, I should hate thee more than love.' THE LAST TOUEXAMEXT. 127 And Tristram, fondling her light hands, replied, * Grace, Queen, for being loved : she loved me well. Did I love her ? the name at least I loved. Isolt ? — I fought his battles, for Isolt ! The night was dark ; the true star set. Isolt I The name was ruler of the dark Isolt ? Care not for her ! patient, and prayerful, meek. Pale-blooded, she will yield herself to God.* And Isolt answer'd, * Yea, and why not I ? Mine is the larger need, who am not meek, Pale-blooded, prayerful. Let me toll thee now. Here one black, mute midsummer night I sat, Lonely, but musing on thee, wondering where, Murmuring a light song I had heard thee sing, And once or twice I spake thy name aloud. Then flash'd a levin-brand ; and near me stood, In fuming sulphur blue and green, a fiend — 128 THE LAST TOUEXAMEXT. Mark's way to steal behind one in the dark — For there was Mark : ** He has wedded her," he said, Not said, but hiss'd it : then this crown of towers So shook to such a roar of all the sky, That here in utter dark I swoon' d away, And woke again in utter dark, and cried, '' I will flee hence and give myself to God " — And thou wert lying in thy new leman's arms.* Then Tristram, ever dallying with her hand, * May God be with thee, sweet, when old and gray, And past desire ! ' a saying that anger'd her. * *' May God be v/ith thee, sweet, when thou art old, And 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. But thou, thro' ever harrying thy wild beasts — THE LAST TOUENAMENT. 129 Save that to touch a harp tilt with a lance Becomes thee well — art grown wild beast thyself. How darest thou, if lover, push me even In fancy from thy side, and set me liir In the gray distance, half a life away, Her to be loved no more ? Unsay it, unswear ! Flatter me rather, seeing me so weak, Broken with Mark and hate and solitude, Thy marriage and mine own, that I should suck Lies like sweet wines : lie to me : I believe. Will ye not lie ? not swear, as there ye kneel. And solemnly as when ye sware to him, The man of men, our King — My God, the power Was once in vows when men believed the King ! They lied not then, who sware, and thro' their vows The King prevailing made his realm : — I say. Swear to me thou wilt love me ev'n when old, Gray-hair'd, and past desire, and in despair.' K 130 THE LAST TOURN'AMEIS'T. Then Tristram, pacing moodily up and down, * Vows ! did ye keep the vow ye made to Mark More than I mine ? Lied, say ye ? Nay, but learnt, The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself — My knighthood taught me this — ay, being snapt — ¥/e run more counter to the soul thereof Than had we never sworn. I swear no more. I swore to the great King, and am forsworn. For once — ev'n to the height — I honour' d him. *' Man, is he man at all ? " methought, when first I rode from our rough Lyonesse, and beheld That victor of the Pagan throned in hall — His hair, a sun that ray'd from off a brow Like hillsnow high in heaven, the steel-blue eyes, The golden beard that clothed his lips with light — Moreover, that weird legend of his birth. With Merlin's mystic babble about his end Amazed me ; then, his foot was on a stool THE LAST TOimi^AMENT. 131 Shaped as a dragon ; he secm'd to me no man, But Michael trampling Satan ; so I sware, Being amazed : but this went by — The vows ! ay — the wholesome madness of an hour — They served their use, their time ; for every knight Believed himself a greater than himself, And every follower eyed him as a God ; Till he, being lifted up beyond himself, Did mightier deeds than elsewise he had done, And so the realm was made ; but then their vows — First mainly thro' that sullying of our Queen — Began to gall the knighthood, asking whence Had Arthur right to bind them to himself ? Dropt down from heaven ? wash'd up from out the deep ? They fail'd to trace him thro' the flesh and blood Of our old Kings : whence then ? a doubtful lOrd To bind them by inviolable vows, 132 THE LAST TOUENAMENT. YVhicli flesh and blood perforce would violate} • For feel this arm of mine — the tide within Bed 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 what I freely hear ? Bind me to one ? The wide world laughs at it. And worldling of the world am I, and know The ptarmigan that whitens ere his hour Woos his own end ; we are not angels here Nor shall be : vows — I am woodman of the woods, And hear the garnet-headed yaffingale Mock them : my soul, we love but while we may ; And therefore is my love so large for thee, Seeing it is not bounded save by love.' Here ending, he moved toward her, and she said, * Good : an I turn'd away my love for thee THE LAST TOrRXAMEXT. 133 To some one thrice as courteous as thj'self — For courtesy wins woman all as well As valour may, but be that closes both Is perfect, be is Lancelot — taller indeed, Rosier, and comelier, thou — but say I loved This knigbtliest of all knights, and cast thee back Thine own small saw, *' We love but while we may," Well then, what answer ? ' He that while she spake, 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, * Press this a little closer, sweet, until — Come, T am hunger'd and half-anger' d — meat, Y/ine, wine — and I will love thee to the death. And out beyond into the dream to come/ 134 THE LAST TOURTv^AMEKT. So then, when both were brought to full accord, She rose, and set before him all he will'd ; And after these had comforted the blood With meats and wines, and satiated their hearts — Now talking of their woodland paradise. The deer, the dews, the fern, the founts, the lawns ; Now mocking at the much ungainliness, And craven shifts, and long crane legs of Mark — Then Tristram laughing caught the harp, and sang : * Ay, ay, ay — the winds that bend the brier ! A star in heaven, a star within the mere ! .^y, ay, ay — a star was my desire, And one was far apart, and one was near : Ay, ay, ay — the winds that bow the grass ! And one was water and one star was fire, And one will ever shine and one will pass. Ay, ay, ay — the winds that move the mere.' THE LAST TOTniNAME^''T. 335 Then in the light's last glimmer Tristram show'd And swung the ruby carcanet. She cried, * The collar of some Order, which our King Hath newly founded, all for thee, my soul, For thee, to yield thee grace beyond thy peer;;.' * Not so, my Queen,' he said, * but the red fruit Grown on a magic oak-tree in mid-heaven. And won by Tristram as a tourney-prize. And hither brought by Tristram for his last Love-offering and peace-offering unto thee.' He rose, he turn'd, then, flinging round her neck, Claspt it, and cried ' Thine Order, my Queen ! ' But, while he bow'd to kiss the jewell'd throat, Out of the dark, just as the lips had touch'd. Behind him rose a shadow and a shriek — < Mark's way,' said Mark, and clove him thro' the brain. 136 THE LAST TOTJENAMENT. That night came Arthur heme, and while he climb'd, All in a death-dumb autumn- dripping gloom The stairway to the hall, and look'd and saw The great Queen's bower was dark, — about his feet A voice clung sobbing till he question'd it, * What art thou ? 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