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'Flos Regiim Arthui-us.' Joseph of Exeter. LONDON : EDWAUD MOXON & CO., DOVER STREET. 1859. BHADBURY AND EVANS, PRINTERS, WHITEFBIAES. CONTENTS, PAGE Enid 1 Vivien 101 Elaine 147 guineveee 225 ENID. ENID. The brave Geraiut, a knight of Arthur s court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great order of the Table Round, Had wedded Enid, Yniol's only child, And loved her, as he loved the light of Heaven. And as the light of Heaven varies, now At suni'ise, now at sunset, now by night With moon and trembling stars, so loved Geraint To make her beauty vary day by day, In crimsons and in purples and in gems. And Enid, but to please her husband's eye. Who first had found and loved her in a state Of broken fortunes, daily fronted him 2 EXID. In some fresh sj^leucloui' ; and the Qneen herself, Grateful to Prince Geraint for service done, Loved her, and often with her own white hands Array'd and deck'd her, as the loveliest, Next after her own self, in all the court. And Enid loved the Queen, and with true heart Adored her, as the stateliest and the best And lovehest of all women upon earth. And seeing them so tender and so close. Long in their common love rejoiced Geraint, But when a riunour rose about the Queen, Touching her guilty love for Lancelot, Tho' yet there lived no proof, nor yet was heard The world's loud whisper breaking into storm, Not less Geraint believed it ; and there fell A horror on him, lest his gentle wife, Thro' that great tenderness for Guinevere, Had suffer' d, or should suffer any taint In nature : wherefore going to the king. He made this pretext, that his princedom lay ENID. 3 Close on the borders of a territoi'v, "\"\Tierem were bandit earls, and caitiff knights, Assassins, and all fivers from the hand Of Justice, and whatever loathes a Liw : And therefore, till the king himself should please To cleanse this common sewer of all his realm, He craved a fair peiToission to depart, And there defend his marches ; and the king Mused for a Httle on his plea, but, last. Alio wins; it, the Prince and Enid rode. And fiftv kniofhts rode with them, to the shores Of Severn, and they past to theii- own land : '^Miere, thinkincf, that if ever vet was wife True to her lord, mine shall be so to me. He compass' d her with sweet observances And worship, never leaving her, and grew Forgetful of his promise to the king. Forgetful of the falcon and the hunt, Forofetful of the tilt and tournament, Foraretful of his glorv and his name. CI? Cj a. ^ B 2 f. ENID. Forgetful of his princedom and its cares. And this forgetfuhiess was hateful to her. And by and by the people, when they met In twos and threes, or fuller companies, Began to scoff and jeer and babble of him As of a prince whose manhood was all gone, And molten down in mere usoriousness. And this she gather'd from the people's eyes : This too the women who attired her head, To please her, dwelling on his boundless love, Told Enid, and they sadden' d her the more : And day by day she thought to tell Geraint, But could not out of bashful delicacy ; While he that watch' d her sadden, was the more Suspicious that her nature had a taint. At last, it chanced that on a summer morn (They sleeping each by other) the new sun Beat thro' the blindless casement of the room, And heated the strong warrior in his dreams ; EXID. Who, moving, cast the coverlet aside, And bared the knotted column of his throat, The massive square of his heroic breast, And. arms on which the standing muscle sloped, As slopes a wild brook o'er a little stone, Eunning too vehemently to break upon it. And Enid woke and sat beside the couch, Admiring him, and thought within herself, Was ever man so grandly made as he ? Then, like a shadow, past the people's talk And accusation of uxoriousness Across her mind, and bowing over him. Low to her own heart piteously she said : ' noble breast and all-puissant arms. Am I the cause, I the poor cause that men Eeproach you, saying all yom- force is gone 1 I am the cause because I dare not speak And tell him what I think and what they say. And yet I hate that he should linger here ; Q ENID. I cannot love my lord and not his name. Far liever had I gird his harness on him, And ride with him to battle and stand by, And watch his mightful hand striking great blows At caitiffs and at wrongers of the world. Far better were I laid in the dark earth, Not hearing any more his noble voice, Not to be folded more in these dear arms. And darken' d from the high light in his eyes. Than that my lord thro' me should suffer shame. Am I so bold, and could I so stand by, And see my dear lord wounded in the strife. Or may be pierced to death before mine eyes. And yet not dare to tell him what I think. And how men slur him, saying all his force Is melted into mere effeminacy 1 me, I fear that I am no true wife.' Half inwardly, half audibly she spoke, And the strong passion in her made her weep ENID, True tears upon his broad and naked breast, And these awoke him, and by great mischance He heard but fragments of her later words, And that she fear d she was not a true wife. And then he thought, ' In spite of all my care, For all my pains, poor man, for all my pains, She is not faithful to me, and I see her Weeping for some gay knight in Arthur's hall.' Then tho' he loved and reverenced her too much To dream she could be guilty of foul act, Right thro' his manful breast darted the pang That makes a man, in the sweet face of her "Whom he loves most, lonely and miserable. At this he hurl'd his huge hmbs out of bed, And shook his drowsy squire awake and cried, ' ]\Iy charger and her palfrey,' then to her, ' I will ride forth into the wilderness ; For tho' it seems my spurs are yet to win, I have not fall'n so low as some would wish. And you, put on your worst and meanest dress 8 ENID. And ride with me/ And Enid ask'd, amazed, * If Enid errs, let Enid learn her fault.' But he, ' I charge you, ask not but obey.' Then she bethought her of a faded silk, A faded mantle and a faded veil. And moving toward a cedarn cabinet. Wherein she kept them folded reverently With sprigs of summer laid between the folds, She took them, and array'd herself therein. Remembering when first he came on her Drest in that dress, and how he loved her in it, And all her foolish fears about the dress, And all his journey to her, as himself Had told her, and their coming to the court. For Arthur on the Whitsuntide before Held court at old Caerleon upon Usk. There on a day, he sitting high in hall, Before him came a forester of Dean, Wet from the woods, with notice of a hart EXID. Taller than all his fellows, milky- white, First seen that day : these things he told the king. Then the good king gave order to let blow His horns for hunting on the morrow morn. And when the Queen petition' d for his leave To see the hunt, allow'd it easily. So with the morning all the couii: were gone. But Guinevere lay late into the morn, Lost in sweet dreams, and dreaming of her love For Lancelot, and forgetful of the hunt ; But rose at last, a single maiden with her. Took horse, and forded Usk, and gain'd the wood ; There, on a little knoll beside it, stay'd Waiting to hear the hounds ; but heard instead A sudden sound of hoofs, for Prince Geraint, Late also, wearing neither hunting-dress Nor weapon, save a golden-hilted brand, Came quickly flashing thro' the shallow ford Behind them, and so gallop' d up the knoll. A purple scarf, at either end whereof 10 ENID. There swung an apple of the purest gold, Sway'd round about him, as he gallop'd up To join them, glancing like a di-agon-fly In summer suit and silks of holiday. Low bow'd the tributary Prince, and she, Sweetly and statelily, and with all grace Of womanhood and queenhood, answer' d him : ' Late, late, Sir Prince,' she said, ' later than we i ' ' Yea, noble Queen,' he answer' d, ' and so late That I but come like you to see the hunt, Not join it.' ' Therefore wait with me,' she said 3 ' For on this little knoll, if anywhere, There is good chance that we shall hear the hounds Here often they break covert at our feet.' And while they listen' d for the distant hunt, And chiefly for the baying of Cavall, King Arthur's hound of deepest mouth, there rode Full slowly by a knight, lady, and dwarf; Whereof the dvv^arf lagg'd latest, and the knight EXID. 11 Had visor up, and show'd a youthful face, Imperious, and of haughtiest lineaments. And Guinevere, not mindful of his foce In the king's hall, desired his name, and sent Her maiden to demand it of the dwarf ; Who being vicious, old and irritable. And doubling all his master's vice of pride, Made answer sharply that she should not know. ' Then will I ask it of himself,' she said. ' Nay, by my faith, thou shalt not,' cried the dwarf ; ' Thou art not worthy ev'n to speak of him ; ' And when she put her horse toward the knight, Struck at her with his whip, and she retmii'd Indignant to the Queen ; at which Geraint Exclaiming, ' Sm-ely I will learn the name,' Made sharply to the dwarf, and ask'd it of him, "VYho answer'd as before ; and when the Prince Had put his horse in motion toward the knight. Struck at him with his whip, and cut his cheek. The Prince's blood spirted upon the scarf, 12 ENID. Dyeing it ; and liis quick, instinctive hand Caught at the hilt, as to aboHsh him : But he, from his exceeding manfiihiess And pure nobihty of temperament, Wroth to be wroth at such a worm, refrain' d From ev'n a word, and so returning said : ' I will avenge this insult, noble Queen, Done in your maiden's person to yourself : And I will track this vermin to their earths : For tho' I ride unarm' d, I do not doubt To find, at some place I shall come at, arms On loan, or else for pledge ; and, being found, Then will I fight him, and will break his pride, And on the third day, will again be here, So that I be not fall'n in fight. Farewell.' ' Farewell, fair Prince,' answer'd the stately Queen. ^ Be prosj)erous in this journey, as in all ; And may you light on all things that you love, ENID. 13 And live to wed with her whom first you love : But ere you wed with any, bring your bride, And I, were she the daughter of a king, Yea, tho' she were a beggar from the hedge. Will clothe her for her bridals like the sun.' And Prince Geraint, now thinking that he heard The noble hart at bay, now the far horn, A little vext at losing of the hunt, A little at the vile occasion, rode. By ups and downs, thro' many a grassy glade And valley, with fixt eye following the thi'ee. At last they issued from the world of wood. And climb'd upon a fair and even ridge. And show'd themselves against the sky, and sank. And thither came Geraint, and underneath Beheld the long street of a little town In a long valley, on one side of which, "White from the mason's hand, a fortress rose ; And on one side a castle in decay, U ENID. Beyond a bridge that spann'd a dry ravine : And out of town and valley came a noise As of a broad brook o'er a shingly bed Brawling, or like a clamour of the rooks At distance, ere they settle for the night. And onward to the fortress rode the three, And enter' d, and were lost behind the walls. * So,' thoucL-ht Geraint, ' I have track' d him to his earth.' And down the long street riding wearily, Found every hostel full, and everywhere Was hammer laid to hoof, and the hot hiss And bustling whistle of the youth who scour d His master's armour ; and of such a one He ask'd, ' What means the tumult in the town ?' Who told him, scouring still 'The sparrow-hawk !' Then riding close behind an ancient churl, Who, smitten by the dusty sloping beam. Went sweating underneath a sack of corn, Ask'd yet once more what meant the hubbub here ? ENID. 15 Who answer'd gruffly, ' Ugh ! the spaiTow-hawk.' Then riding further past an armourer's, Who, with back turn'd, and bow'd above his work, Sat riveting a hehnet on his knee, He jDut the self-same query, but the man Not turning round, nor looking at him, said : ' Friend, he that labours for the sparrow-hawk Has little time for idle questioners.' Whereat Geraint flash' d into sudden spleen : ' A thousand pips eat up your sparrow-hawk ! Tits, wrens, and all wing'd nothings peck him dead ! Ye think the rustic cackle of your bourg The murmm- of the world ! What is it to me ? wretched set of sparrows, one and all, Who pipe of nothing but of sparrow-hawks ! Speak, if you be not like the rest, hawk-mad, Where can I get me harbourage for the night 1 And arms, arms, arms to fight my enemy 1 Speak ! ' At this the armourer turning all amazed And seeing one so gay in purple silks. 16 ENID. Came forward with the hehnet yet in hand And answer' d, ' Pardon me, stranger knight ; We hold a tourney here tomorrow morn, And there is scantly time for half the work. Arms ? truth ! I know not : all are wanted here. Harbourage 1 truth, good truth, I know not, save, It may be, at Earl Yniol's, o'er the bridge Yonder.' He spoke and fell to work again. Then rode Geraint, a little s|)leenful yet. Across the bridge that spann'd the dry ravine. There musing sat the hoary-headed Earl, (His dress a suit of fray'd magnificence, Once fit for feasts of ceremony) and said : ' Whither, fair son V to whom Geraint replied, * friend, I seek a harbourage for the night.' Then Yniol, ' Enter therefore and j)artake The slender entertainment of a house Once rich, now poor, but ever opcn-door'd.' 'Thanks, venerable friend,' replied Geraint ; EXID. 17 ' So that you do not serve me sparrow-hawks For supper, I will enter, I will eat With all the passion of a twelve hours' fast.' Then sigh'd and smiled the hoary-headed Earl, And answer' d, ' Graver cause than yom'S is mine To curse this hedgerow thief, the spaiTOw-hawk : But in, go in; for save yourself desire it, We will not touch upon him ev'n in jest.' Then rode Gemint into the castle court, His charger trampling many a prickly star Of sprouted thistle on the broken stones. He look'd and saw that all was ruinous. Here stood a shatter'd archway plumed with fern ; And here had fall'n a great part of a tower, AMiole, like a crag that tumbles from the cliff. And like a crag was gay with wilding flowers : And high above a piece of turret stair. Worn by the feet that now were silent, wound Bare to the sun, and monstrous ivy-stems c 18 ENID. Claspt the gray walls with hairy-fibred arms, And suck'd the joining of the stones, and look'd A knot, beneath, of snakes, aloft, a grove. And while he waited in the castle court. The voice of Enid, Yniol's daughter, rang Clear thro' the open casement of the Hall, Singing ; and as the sweet voice of a bird, Heard by the lander in a lonely isle, Moves him to think what kind of bird it is That sings so delicately clear, and make Conjecture of the j)lumage and the form ; So the sweet voice of Enid moved Geraint ; And made him like a man abroad at morn When first the liquid note beloved of men Comes flying over many a windy wave To Britain, and in April suddenly Breaks from a coppice gemm'd with green and red, And he suspends his converse with a friend. Or it may be the labour of his ha ids, ENID. 19 To think or say, ' there is the nightingale ;' So fared it with Geraint, who thought and said, ' Here, by God's grace, is the one voice for me.' It chanced the song that Enid sang was one Of Fortune and her wheel, and Enid sang : ' Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel and lower the proud ; Tm-n thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud ; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. * Turn, Fortune, tm^n thy wheel with smile or frown ; With that wild wheel we go not up or do^vii ; Om- hoard is little, but our hearts are gi'eat. ' Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands ; Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands j For man is man and master of his fate. c 2 20 ENID, ' Tiirn, turn thy wheel above the staring crowd ; Thy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud ; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.' ' Hark, by the bird's song joii may learn the nest ' Said Yniol ; ' Enter quickly.' Entering then, Eight o'er a mount of newly-fallen stones. The dusky-rafter' d many-cobweb' d Hall, He found an ancient dame in dim brocade ; And near her, like a blossom vermeil-white, That lightly breaks a faded flower-sheath, Moved the fliir Enid, all in faded silk, Her daughter. In a moment thought Geraint, * Here by God's rood is the one maid for me.' But none spake word except the hoary Earl : ' Enid, the good knight's horse stands in the court ; Take him to stall, and give him corn, and then Go to the town and buy us flesh and wine ; And we will make us merry as we may. Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.' ENID. 21 He spake : the rrincc, as Enid past him, fain To follow, strode a stride, but Yniol caught His purple scarf, and held, and said ' Forbear ! Rest ! the good house, tho' ruin'd, my Son, Endures not that her guest should serve himself.' And reverencing the custom of the house Geraint, from utter courtesy, forbore. So Enid took his charger to the stall ; And after went her way across the bridge. And reach'd tho town, and while the Prince and Earl Yet spoke together, came again with one, A youth, that following with a costrel bore The means of goodly welcome, flesh and wine. And Enid brought sweet cakes to make them cheer. And in her veil enfolded, manchet bread. And then, because their hall must also serve For kitchen, boil'd the flesh, and spread the board, And stood behind, and waited on the three. And seeing her so sweet and seiwiceable. 22 ENID. Geraint had longing in him evermore To stoop and kiss the tender httle thumb, That crost the trencher as she laid it down : But after all had eaten, then Geraint, For now the wine made summer in his veins. Let his eye rove in following, or rest On Enid at her lowly handmaid- work, Now here, now there, about the dusky hall ; Then suddenly addrest the hoary Earl : ' Fair Host and Earl, I pray your courtesy ; This sparrow-hawk, what is he, tell me of him. His name ? but no, good faith, I will not have it : For if he be the knight whom late I saw Ride into that new fortress by your town. White from the mason's hand, then have I sworn From his own lips to have it — I am Geraint Of Devon — for this morning when the Queen Sent her own maiden to demand the name, His dwarf, a vicious under-shapen thing. ENID. 23 Struck at her with his whip, and she retiirn'd Indignant to the Queen ; and then I swore That I would track this caitiff to his hold, And fight and break his pride, and have it of him. And all unarm'd I rode, and thought to find Arms in your town, where all tlie men are mad ; They take the rustic murmur of their bourg For the great wave that echoes round the world ; They would not hear me speak : ^but if you know Where I can light on arms, or if yourself Should have them, tell me, seeing T have sworn That I will break his pride and learn his name, Avenging this great insult done the Queen.' Then cried Earl Yniol. ' Art thou he indeed, Geraint, a name far-sounded among men For noble deeds 1 and truly I, when first I saw you moving by me on the bridge, Felt you were somewhat, yea and by your state And presence might have guess' d you one of those 24 ENID. That eat in Arthur's hall at Camelot. Nor speak I now from foolish flattery ; For this dear child hath often heard me praise Your feats of arms, and often when I paused Hath ask'd again, and ever loved to hear ; So grateful is the noise of noble deeds To noble hearts who see but acts of wrong : never yet had woman such a pair Of suitors as this maiden ; first Limours, A creature wholly given to brawls and wine. Drunk even when he woo'd ; and be he dead 1 know not, but he past to the wild land. The second was your foe, the sparrow-hawk. My curse, my nephew — I will not let his name Slip from my lips if I can help it — he, When I that knew him fierce and tm'bulent Refused her to him, then his pride awoke ; And since the proud man often is the mean^^ He sow'd a slander in the common ear. Affirming that his father left him gold. ENID. 25 And iu my charge, which was not render' d to him ; Bribed with large promises the men who served About my person, the more easily Because my means were somewhat broken into Thro' open doors and hospitality ; Raised my own town against me in the night Before my Enid's birthday, sack'd my house ; From mine own earldom foully ousted me ; Built that new fort to overawe my friends. For truly there are those who love me yet ; And keeps me in this ruinous castle here. Where doubtless he would put me soon to death. But that his pride too much despises me : And I myself sometimes despise myself ; For I have let men be, and have their way ; Am much too gentle, have not used my power : Nor know I whether I be very base Or very manful, whether very wise Or very foolish ; only this I know, That whatsoever evil happen to me, 26 ENID. I seem to suffer nothing heart or limb, But can endure it all most patiently.' * Well said, true heart,' replied Geraint, * but arms That if, as I suppose, your nephew fights In next day's tourney I may break his pride.' And Yniol answer' d ' Arms, indeed, but old And rusty, old and rusty, Prince Geraint, Are mine, and therefore at your asking, yom-s. But in this tournament can no man tilt, Except the lady he loves best be there. Two forks are fixt into the meadow ground, And over these is laid a silver wand. And over that is placed the sparrow-hawk, The prize of beauty for the fairest there. And this, what knight soever be in field Lays claim to for the lady at his side, And tilts with my good nephew thereupon, Who being apt at arms and big of bone ENID. 27 Has ever won it for the lady with him, And topphng over all antagonism Has earn'd himself the name of sparrow-hawk. But you, that have no lady, cannot fight.' To whom Geraint with eyes all bright replied, Leaning a little toward him, ' Your leave ! Let me lay lance in rest, noble host, For this dear child, because I never saw, Tho' having seen all beauties of our time, Nor can see elsewhere, anything so fair. And if I fall her name will jet remain Untarnish'd as before ; but if I live. So aid me Heaven when at mine uttermost, As I will make her truly my true wife.' Then, howsoever patient, Yniol's heart Danced in his bosom, seeing better days. And looking round he saw not Enid there, (\Yho hearing her own name had slipt away) 28 ENID. But that old dame, to whom full tenderly And fondling all her hand in his he said, ' Mother, a maiden is a tender thing, And best by her that bore her understood. Go thou to rest, but ere thou go to rest Tell her, and prove her heart toward the Prince.' So spake the kindly-hearted Earl, and she With frequent smile and nod departing found. Half disarray'd as to her rest, the girl ; Whom first she kiss'd on either cheek, and then On either shining shoulder laid a hand. And kept her off and gazed upon her face. And told her all their converse in the hall, Proving her heart : but never light and shade Coursed one another more on open ground Beneath a troubled heaven, than red and pale Across the face of Enid hearing her ; While slowly falling as a scale that falls. When weight is added only grain by grain, ENID. 29 Sank her sweet head upon her gentle breast ; Nor did she hft an eye nor speak a word, Bapt in the fear and in the wonder of it ; So moving without answer to her rest She found no rest, and ever fail'd to draw The quiet night into her blood, but lay Contemplating her own un worthiness ; And when the pale and bloodless east began To quicken to the sun, arose, and raised Her mother too, and hand in hand they moved Down to the meadow where the jousts w^ere held, And waited there for Yniol and Geraint, And thither came the twain, and when Geraint Beheld her first in field, awaiting him. He felt, were she the prize of bodily force. Himself beyond the rest pushing could move The chair of Idris. Yniol' s rusted arms Were on his princely person, but thro' these Princelike his bearing' shone ; and errant knio;'hts CD } C 30 ENID. And ladies came, and by and by the town Flow'd in, and settling circled all the lists. And there they fixt the forks into the ground, And over these they placed a silver wand And over that a golden sparrow-hawk. Then Yniol's nephew, after trumpet blown. Spake to the lady with him and proclaim' d, ' Advance and take as fairest of the fair. For I these two years past have won it for thee. The prize of beauty.' Loudly spake the Prince, ' Forbear : there is a worthier,' and the knight With some surprise and thrice as much disdain Turn'd, and beheld the four, and all his face Glow'd like the heart of a great fire at Yule, So burnt he was with passion, crying out, ' Do battle for it then,' no more ; and thrice They clash' d together, and thrice they brake their spears. Then each, dishorsed and drawing, lash'd at each So often and with such blows, that all the crowd Wonder' d, and now and then from distant walls ENID. 31 There came a clapping as of phantom hands. So twice they fought, and twice they breathed, and still The dew of their great labour, and the blood Of their strong bodies, flowing, ch-ain'd their force. But cither's force was match'd till Yniol's cry, ' Kemember that gi-eat insult done the Queen,' Increased Geraint's, who heaved his blade aloft. And crack' d the helmet thro', and bit the bone, And fell'd him, and set foot upon his breast. And said, ' Thy name V To whom the fallen man Made answer, groaning, ' Edyra, son of Nudd ! Ashamed am I that I should tell it thee. My pride is broken : men have seen my fall.' ' Then, EdjiTi, son of Nudd,' replied Geraint, ' These two things shalt thou do, or else thou diest. First, thou thyself, thy lady, and thy dwarf, Shalt ride to Arthur's court, and being there. Crave pardon for that insult done the Queen, And shalt abide her j udgment on it ; next. Thou shalt give back their eaiidom to thy kin. 32 ENID. These two things shalt thou do, or thou shalt die.' And Edym answer' d, ' These things will I do, !For I have never yet been overthrown, And thou hast overthrown me, and my pride Is broken down, for Enid sees my fall !' And rising up, he rode to Arthur's court, And there the Queen forgave him easily. And being young, he changed himself, and grew To hate the sin that seem'd so like his own Of Modred, Arthur's nephew, and fell at last In the great battle fighting for the king. But when the third day from the hunting-morn Made a low sjjlendour in the world, and wings Moved in her ivy, Enid, for she lay With her fair head in the dim-yellow light. Among the dancing shadows of the birds. Woke and bethought her of her promise given No later than last eve to Prince Geraint — So bent he seem'd on going the third day, ENID. 33 He would not leave her, till Iier promise given — To ride with him this morning to the court, And there he made known to the stately Queen, And there be wedded vrith all ceremony. At this she cast her eyes upon her dress. And thought it never yet had look'd so mean. For as a leaf in mid-November is To what it was in mid-October, seem'd The dress that now she look'd on to the dress She look'd on ere the coming of Gcraint. And still she look'd, and still the terror grew Of that strange bright and dreadful thing, a court. All staring at her in her faded silk : And softly to her own sweet heart she said : '■ This noble prince who won our earldom back, So splendid in his acts and his attire, Sweet heaven, how much I shall discredit him ! Would he coidd tarry v/ith us here awhile ! But being so beholden to the Prince, 34 EXID. It were but little grace in any of us, Bent as lie seem'd on going this third day, To seek a second favour at his hands. Yet if ho could but tarry a day or two. Myself would work eye dim, and finger lame, Far liefer than so much discredit him.' And Enid fell in longing for a dress All branch' d and flower' d with o-old, a costly a:ift Of her good mother, given her on the night Before her birthday, three sad years ago. That night of fire, when Edyrn sack'd their house, And scatter'd all they had to all the winds : For while the mother show'd it, and the two Were turning and admiring it, the work To both appear d so costly, rose a cry That Edyrn's men were on them, and they fled With little save the jewels thay had on. Which being sold and sold had bought them bread And Edyrn's men had caught them in their flight, ENID. 85 Aud placed tliem in this ruin ; and slie wisli'd The Prince had found her in her ancient home ; Then let her fancy flit across the past, And roam the goodly places that she knew ; And last bethought her how she used to watch, Near that old home, a pool of golden carp ; And one was patch'd and blurr'd and lustreless Among his burnish'd brethren of the pool ; And half asleep she made comparison Of that and these to her own faded self And the gay court, and fell asleep again ; And dreamt herself was such a faded form Among her burnish'd sisters of the pool ; But this was in the garden of a king ; And tho' she lay dark in the pool, she knew That all was bright ; that all about were birds Of sunny plume in gilded trellis- work ; That all the turf was rich in plots that look'd Each like a garnet or a turkis in it ; And lords and ladies of the high court went L 2 36 ENID. In silver tissue talking things of state ; And children of the king in cloth of gold Glanced at the doors or gambol'd down the walks ; And while she thought ' they will not see nie,' came A stately queen whose name was Guinevere, And all the children in their cloth of gold Kan to her, crying, ' if we have fish at all Let them be gold ; and charge the gardeners now To pick the faded creature from the pool, And cast it on the mixen that it die.' And therewithal one came and seized on her, And Enid started waking, with her heart All overshadow'd by the foolish dream, And lo ! it was her mother grasping her To get her well awake ; and in her hand A suit of bright apparel, which she laid Flat on the couch, and spoke exultingly : * See here, my child, how fresh the colours look. How fast they hold, like colours of a shell Ofr EXID. 37 That keeps the wear and polish of the wave. Why not 1 it never yet was worn, I trow : Look on it, child, and tell me if you know it.' And Enid look'd, but all confused at first, Could scarce divide it from her foolish dream : Then suddenly she knew it and rejoiced. And answer' d, ' Yea, I know it ; your good gift, So sadly lost on that unhappy night ; Your own good gift !' ' Yea, surely,' said the dame, * And gladly given again this happy morn. For when the jousts were ended yesterday, Went Yniol thro' the town, and everywhere He found the sack and plunder of our house All scatter' d thro' the houses of the town ; And gave command that all which once was om^s, Should now be ours again : and yester-eve, While you were talking sweetly with jour Prince, Came one with this and laid it in my hand, For love or fear, or seeking favour of us, 38 EXID. Because we have our eaiidoui back again. And yester-eve I would not teil you of it, But kept it for a sweet surprise at morn. Yea, truly is it not a sweet surprise ? For I myself unwillingly have worn M}^ faded suit, as you, my child, have yours. And howsoever patient, Yniol his. Ah, dear, he took me from a goodly house, Yf ith store of rich apparel, sumptuous fare, And page, and maid, and squire, and seneschal. And pastime both of hawk and hound, and all That appertains to noble maintenance. Yea, and he brought me to a goodly house ; But since our fortune slipt from sun to shade, And all thro' that young traitor, cruel need Constrain'd us, but a better time has come ; So clothe yourself in this, that better fits Our mended fortunes and a Prince's bride : For tho' you won the prize of fairest fair. And tho' I heard him call you fairest fair. ENID. 39 Let never maiden think, however fair, She is not feirer in new clothes than old. And should some great court-lady say, the Prince Hath pick'd a ragged-robin from the hedge, And like a madman brought her to the court, Then were you shamed, and, worse, might shame the Prince To whom w^e are beholden j but I know, When my dear child is set forth at her best, That neither court nor country, tho' they sought Thro' all the provinces like those of old That lighted on Queen Esther, has her match.' Here ceased the kindly mother out of breath ; And Enid listen' d brightening as she lay ; Then, as the wdiito and glittering star of morn Parts from a bank of snow, and by and by Slips into golden cloud, the maiden rose. And left her maiden couch, and robed herself, Help'd by the mother's careful hand and eye, 40 EXID. Without a mirror, in the gorgeous gown ; Who, after, turn'd her daughter round, and said, She never jet had seen her half so fair ; And call'd her like that maiden in the tale. Whom Gwjdion made by glamour out of flowers, And sweeter than the bride of Cassivelaun, Flur, for whose love the Eoman Csesar first Invaded Britain, but we beat him back. As this great prince invaded us, and we, Not beat him back, but welcomed him with joy. And I can scarcely ride with joii to court, For old am I, and rough the ways and wild ; But Yniol goes, and I full oft shall dream I see my princess as I see her now, Clothed with my gift, and gay among the gay.' But while the women thus rejoiced, Geraint Woke where he slept in the high hall, and call'd For Enid, and when Yniol made report Of that good mother making Enid gay E^'ID. 41 III such apparel as might well beseem His princess, or indeed the stately queen, He answer'd ; ' Earl, entreat her by my love, Albeit I give no reason but my wish. That she ride with me in her faded silk.' Yniol with that hard message went ; it fell, Like flaws in summer laying lusty corn : For Enid all abash' d she knew not why. Dared not to glance at her good mother's face. But silently, in all obedience. Her mother silent too, nor helping her, Laid from her limbs the costly-broider'd gift, And robed them in her ancient suit again. And so descended. Never man rejoiced IMorc than Geraint to greet her thus atthed ; And glancing all at once as keenly at her. As careful robins eve the d elver's toil. Made her cheek burn and either evelid fall, But rested with her sweet face satisfied ; Then seeing cloud upon the mother s brow. 42 ENID. Her hj both hands he caught, and sweetly said. ' my new mother, be not ^y^Toth or grieved At your new son, for my petition to her. When h^te I left Caerleon, our great Queen, In words whose echo lasts, they were so sweet, Made promise, that whatever bride I brought, Herself would clothe her like the sun in Heaven. Thereafter, when I reach'd this ruin'd hold. Beholding one so bright in dark estate, I vow'd that coidd I gain her, our kind Queen, Xo hand but hers, should make your Enid burst Sunlike from cloud — and likewise thought perhaps, That service done so graciously would bind The two together ; for I wish the two To love each other : how should Enid find A nobler friend ? Another thought I had ; I came among you here so suddenly, That tho' her gentle presence at the lists Might well have served for proof that I was loved. ENID. 43 I doubted whether fihal tenderness, Or easy nature, did not let itself Be moulded by your wishes for her weal ; Or whether some false sense in her own self Of my contrasting brightness, overbore Her fancy dwelling in this dusky hall ; And such a sense might make her long for com't And all its dangerous glories : and I thought, That could I someway prove such force in her Link'd with such love for me, that at a word (JSTo reason given her) she could cast aside A splendour dear to women, new to her, And therefore dearer ; or if not so new, Yet therefore tenfold dearer by the powder Of intermitted custom ; then I felt That I could rest, a rock in ebbs and flows, Fixt on her faith. ISTow, therefore, I do rest, A prophet certain of my prophecy. That never shadow of mistrust can cross Between us. Grant me pardon for my thouglits : 44 ENID. And for my strange petition I will make Amends hereafter by some gaudy-day, When your fair child shall wear your costly gift Beside your own warm hearth, with, on her knees, Who knows 1 another gift of the high God, Which, maybe, shall have learn'd to lisp you thanks.' He spoke : the mother smiled, l)ut half in tears, Then brought a mantle down and wrapt her in it. And claspt and kiss'd her, and they rode away. Xow thrice that mornin^x Guinevere had climb'd The giant tower, from whose high crest, they say, Men saw the goodly hills of Somerset, And white sails flying on the yellow sea ; But not to goodly hill or yellow sea Look'd the fair Queen, but up the vale of Usk, By the flat meadow, till she saw them come ; And then descending met them at the gates, Embraced her with all welcome as a friend. ENID. And did her honour as the Prince's bride, And clothed her for her bridals like the sun ] And all that week was old Caerleon gay, For by the hands of Dubric, the high saint, They twain were wedded with all ceremony. And this was on the last year's Whitsuntide. But Enid ever kept the faded silk, Remembering how first he came on her, Drest in that dress, and how he loved her in it. And all her foolish fears about the dress, And all his journey toward her, as himself Had told her, and their coming to the coui't. And now this morning when he said to her, * Put on your worst and meanest dress,' she found And took it, and array' d herself therein. purblind race of miserable men, How m.any among us at this very hour 46 ENID. Do forge a life-long trouble for ourselves, By taking true for false, or false for true ; Here, thro' the feeble twilight of this world Groping, how" many, until we pass and reach That other, where we see as we are seen ! So fared it with Geraint, who issuing forth That morning, when they both had got to horse, Perhaps because he loved her passionately, And felt that tempest brooding round his heart, "Which, if he spoke at all, would break perforce Upon a head so dear in thunder, said : ^ Not at my side ! I charge you ride before, Ever a good way on before ; and this I charge you, on your duty as a wife. Whatever happens, not to speak to me. No, not a word ! ' and Enid wtcS aghast ; And forth they rode, but scarce three paces on, "When crying out ' Effeminate as I am, I will not fight my way wath gilded arms. EXID. All shall be ii'on ; ' he loosed a mightj purse, Hung at his belt, and huii'd it toward the squire. So the last sight that Enid had of home Was all the marble threshold flashing, strown Vrith gold and scattcr'd coinage, and the squire Chafing liis shoulder : then he cried again, ' To the wilds ! ' and Enid leading down the tracks Thro' which he bade her lead him on, they past The marches, and by bandit-haunted holds. Gray swamps and pools, w\aste places of the hern, And wildernesses, perilous paths, they rode : Round w^as their pace at first, but slacken'd soon : A stranger meeting them had surel}' thought, Tliey rode so slowly and they look'd so pale, That each had sufFer'd some exceeding wrong. For he was ever saying to himself ' I that wasted time to tend upon her, To compass her with sweet observances. To dress her beautifully and keep her true ' — And there he broke the sentence in his heart 48 ENID. Abruptly, as a man upon his tongue May break it, when his passion masters him. And she was ever praying the sweet heavens To save her dear lord whole from any wound. And ever in her mind she cast about For that unnoticed failing in herself, Which made him look so cloudy and so cold ; Till the great plover's human whistle amazed Her heart, and glancing round the waste she fear'd In every wavering brake an ambuscade. Then thought again ' if there be such in me, I might amend it by the gTace of heaven. If he would only speak and tell me of it.' But when the foui-th part of the day was gone, Then Enid was aware of three tall knights On horseback, wholly arm'd, behind a rock In shadow, waiting for them, caitiffs all ; And heard one crying to his fellow, ' Look, Here comes a laggard hanging down his head, ENID. 49 Who seems no bolder than a beaten hound ; Come, we -will slay him and will have his horse And ai-mour, and his damsel shall be ours.' Then Enid ponder' d in her heart, and said ; ' I will go back a little to my lord, And I will tell him all their caitiff talk ; For, be he wi^oth even to slaying me, Far liever by his deai^ hand had I die. Than that my lord should suffer loss or shame.' Then she went back some paces of return, Met his full frown timidly firm, and said : ' My lord, I saw three bandits by the rock Waiting to fall on you, and heard them boast That they would slay you, and possess your hoi^e And ai'mour, and your damsel should be theirs.' He made a wrathful answer. ' Did 1 wish Your silence or your warning ? one command E 60 ENID. I laid upon you, not to speak to me, And thus you keep it ! Well then, look — for now, Whether you wish me victory or defeat. Long for my life, or hunger for my death, Yoiu-self shall see my vigom^ is not lost.' Then Enid waited pale and soiTowful, And down upon him bare the bandit three. And at the midmost charging, Prince Geraint Drave the long spear a cubit thro' his breast And out beyond ; and then against his brace Of comrades, each of whom had broken on him A lance that splinter' d like an icicle, Swung from his brand a windy buffet out Once, twice, to right, to left, and stunn'd the twain Or slew them, and dismounting like a man That skins the wild beast after slaying him, Stript from the three dead wolves of woman bom The three gay suits of armour which they wore, And let the bodies lie, but bound the suits ENID. 51 Of armoiir on their horses, each on each, And tied the bridle-reins of all the three Together, and said to her, ' Drive them on Before you ; ' and she drove them thro' the waste. He follow' d nearer : ruth began to work Against his anger in him, while he watch' d The being he loved best in all the world. With difficulty in mild obedience Driving them on : he fain had spoken to her. And loosed in words of sudden fire the wrath And smoulder'd wrong that burnt him all within ; But eveiTxiore it seem'd an easier thino- At once without remorse to strike her dead, Than to cry ' Halt,' and to her own bright face Accuse her of the least immodesty : And thus tongue-tied, it made him wroth the more That she could speak whom his own ear had heard Call herself false : and suffering thus he made Minutes an age : but in scarce longer time E 2 52 ENID. Than at C aerie on the full- tided Usk, Before he turn to fall seaward again, Pauses, did Enid, keeping watch, behold In the first shallow shade of a deep wood, Before a gloom of stubborn-shafted oaks, Three other horsemen waiting, wholly arm'd. Whereof one seem'd far larger than her lord, And shook her pulses, crying, ' Look, a prize ! Three horses and three goodly suits of arms, And all in charge of w^hom 1 a girl : set on.' ' Nay' said the second, ' yonder comes a knight.' The third, ' A craven ; how he hangs his head.' The giant answer'd merrily, ' Yea, but one 1 Wait here, and when he passes Ml upon him.' And Enid jDonder'd in her heart and said, * I will abide the coming of my lord. And I will tell him all their villainy. My lord is weary with the fight before, And they w411 fall upon him unawares. ENID. 63 I needs must disobey him for his good ; How should I dare obey him to his harm *? Needs must I speak, and tho' he kill me for it, I save a life dearer to me than mine.' And she abode his coming, and said to him With timid firmness, ' Have I leave to speak V He said, ' You take it, speaking,' and she spoke. ' There lurk three villains yonder in the wood, And each of them is wholly arm'd, and one Is larger-limb' d than you are, and they say That they will fall upon you while you pass.' To which he flung a wrathful answer back : * And if there were an hundred in the wood, And every man were larger-limb' d than I, And all at once should sally out upon me, I swear it would not ruffle me so much As you that not obey me. Stand aside, ENID. And if I fall, cleave to the better man.' And Enid stood aside to wait the event, Not dare to watch the combat, only breathe Short fits of prayer, at every stroke a breath. And he, she dreaded most, bare down upon him, Aim'd at the helm, his lance err'd ; but Geraint's, A little in the late encounter strain' d. Struck thro' the bulky bandit's corselet home. And then brake short, and down his enemy roll'd, And there lay still ; as he that tells the tale. Saw once a great piece of a promontory. That had a sapling growing on it, slip From the long shore-cliff's windy walls to the beach, And there lie still, and yet the sapling grew : So lay the man transfixt. His craven pair Of comrades, making slowlier at the Prince, When now they saw their bulwark fallen, stood ; On whom the victor, to confound them more, Spurr'd with his terrible war-cry ; for as one, ENID. 55 That listens near a torrent mountain-brook, All thro' the crash of the near cataract hears The drumming thunder of the huger fall At distance, were the soldiers wont to hear His voice in battle, and be kindled by it, And foemen scared, like that false pair who tum'd Flying, but, overtaken, died the death Themselves had wrought on many an innocent. Thereon Geraint, dismounting, pick'd the lance That pleased him best, and drew from those dead wolves Their three gay suits of armour, each from each, And bound them on their horses, each on each, And tied the bridle-reins of all the three Together, and said to her, ' Drive them on Before you,' and she drove them thro' the wood. He follow' d nearer still : the pain she had To keep them in the wild ways of the wood, Two sets of thi'ee laden with jingling arms, 5Q ENID. Together, served a little to disedge The sharpness of that pain about her heart : And they themselves, like creatures gently born But into bad hands fairu, and now so long- By bandits groom' d, prick'd their light ears, and felt Her low firm voice and tender government. So tlu'o' the green gloom of the wood they past, And issuing under open heavens beheld A little town with towers, upon a rock. And close beneath, a meadow gemlike chased In the brown wild, and mowers mowing in it : And down a rocky pathway from the place There came a fair-hair' d youth, that in his hand Bare victual for the mowers : and Geraint Had ruth again on Enid looking pale : Then, moving downward to the meadow ground. He, when the fair-hair' d youth came by him, said, ' Friend, let her eat ; the damsel is so faint.' ' Yea, willingly,' replied the youth ; ' and you. ENID. 5 My lord, eat also, tlio' the fare is coarse, And only meet for mowers ; ' then set down His basket, and dismounting on the sward They let the horses graze, and ate themselves. And Enid took a little delicately, Less having stomach for it than desh'e To close with her lord's pleasure ; but Geraint Ate all the mowers' victual unawares. And when he found all empty, was amazed ; And ' Boy,' said he, ' I have eaten all, but take A horse and arms for guerdon ; choose the best.' He, reddening in extremity of delight, ' My lord, you overpay me fifty-fold.' ' You will be all the wealthier,' cried the Prince. ' I take it as free gift, then,' said the boy, ' Not guerdon ; for myself can easily. While your good damsel rests, retm-n, and fetch Fresh victual for these mowers of om- Earl ; For these are his, and all the field is his, And I myself am his ; and I will tell him H 68 ENID. How great a man you are : he loves to know When men of mark are in his territory : And he will have you to his palace here, And serve you costlier than with mowers' fare.' Then said Geraint, ^ I wish no better fare : I never ate with angrier aj)petite Than when I left your mowers dinnerless. And into no Earl's palace will I go. I know, God knows, too much of palaces ! And if he want me, let him come to me. But hire us some fair chamber for the night, And stalling for the horses, and return With victual for these men, and let us know.' ^ Yea, my kind lord,' said the glad youth, and went, Held his head high, and thought himself a knight. And up the rocky pathway disapj)ear'd. Leading the horse, and they were left alone. ENID. 59 But when the Prince had brought his errant eyes Home from the rock, sideways he let them glance At Enid, where she droopt : his own false doom, That shadow of mistrust should never cross Betwixt them, came upon him, and he sigh'd ; Then with another humourous ruth remark' d The lusty mowers labouring dinnerless, And watch'd the sun blaze on the turning scythe, And after nodded sleepily in the heat. But she, remembering her old ruin'd hall. And all the windy clamour of the daws About her hollow turret, pluck' d the grass There growing longest by the meadow's edge. And into many a listless annulet, Now over, now beneath her marriage ring, Wove and unwove it, till the boy return' d And told them of a chamber, and they went ; Where, after saying to her, ' If you will. Call for the woman of the house,' to which She answer' d, ' Thanks, my lord ;' the two remain'd QQ ENID. Apart by all the chamber's width, and mute As creatm-es voiceless thro' the fault of birth, Or two wild men supporters of a shield, Painted, who stare at open space, nor glance The one at other, parted by the shield. On a sudden, many a voice along the street, And heel against the pavement echoing, burst Their drowze ; and either started while the door, Push'd from without, drave backward to the wall. And midmost of a rout of roisterers, Femininely fair and dissolutely pale. Her suitor in old years before Geraint, Enter' d, the wild lord of the place, Limours. He moving up with pliant courtliness, Greeted Geraint full face, but stealthily, In the mid-warmth of welcome and graspt hand. Found Enid with the corner of his eye, And knew her sitting sad and solitary. Then cried Geraint for wine and goodly cheer ENID. 61 To feed the sudden guest, and sumptuously According to his fashion, bad the host Call in what men soever were his friends, And feast with these in honour of their eai'l ; ' And care not for the cost ; the cost is mine.' And wine and food were brought, and Earl Limours Drank till he jested with all ease, and told Free tales, and took the word and play'd upon it, And made it of two colom^s ; for his talk. When wine and free companions kindled him, Was wont to glance and sparkle like a gem Of fifty facets ; thus he moved the Prince To laughter and his comrades to applause. Then, when the Prince was merry, ask'd Limours, ' Your leave, my lord, to cross the room, and speak To yom' good damsel there who sits apart. And seems so lonely 1 ' * My free leave' he said ; ' Get her to speak : she does not speak to me.' Then rose Limours and looking at his feet, 62 ENID. Like him who tries the bridge he fears may fail, Crost and came near, hfted adoring eyes, Bow'd at her side and utter'd whisperingly : ' Enid, the pilot star of my lone life, Enid my early and my only love, Enid the loss of whom has tiirn'd me wild — What chance is this 1 how is it I see you here ? You are in my power at last, are in my power. Yet fear me not : I call mine own self wild, But keep a touch of sweet civility Here in the heart of waste and wilderness. I thought, but that yom- father came between. In former days you saw me favourably. And if it were so do not keep it back : Make me a little happier : let me know it : Owe you me nothing for a life half-lost ? Yea, yea, the whole dear debt of all you are. And, Enid, you and he, I see it with joy — You sit apart, you do not speak to him, ENID. 63 You come with no attendance, page or maid, To serve you — does he love you as of old ? For, call it lovers' quarrels, yet I know Tho' men may bicker with the things they love. They would not make them laughable in all eyes. Not while they loved them ; and your wretched dress, A wretched insult on you, dumbly speaks Your stoiy, that this man loves you no more. Yoiu" beauty is no beauty to him now : A common chance — right well I know it — pall'd — For I know men : nor will you win him back, For the man's love once gone never returns. But here is one who loves you as of old ; With more exceeding passion than of old : Good, speak the word : my followers ring him round : He sits unarm' d ; I hold a finger up ; They understand : no ; I do not mean blood : Nor need you look so scared at what I say : My malice is no deeper than a moat, No stronger than a wall : there is the keep ; 64 ENID. He shall not cross ns more j speak but the word : Or speak it not ; but then by Him that made me The one true lover which you ever had, I will make use of aJl the power I have. pardon me ! the madness of that hour, When first I parted from you, moves me yet.' At this the tender sound of his own voice And sweet self-pity, or the fancy of it. Made his eye moist ; but Enid fear'd his eyes, Moist as they were, wine-heated from the feast ; And answer d with such craft as women use, Guilty or guiltless, to stave off a chance That breaks upon them perilously, and said : * Earl, if you love me as in former years, And do not practise on me, come with mom. And snatch me from him as by violence ; Leave me to-night : I am weaiy to the death.' ENID. 65 Low at leave-taking, with his brandish' d phime Brushing his instep, bow'd the all-amorous Earl, And the stout Prince bad him a loud good-night. He moving homeward babbled to his men, How Enid never loved a man but him, Nor cared a broken egg-shell for her lord. But Enid left alone with Prince Geraint, Debating his command of silence given, And that she now perforce must violate it, Held commune with herself, and while she held He fell asleep, and Enid had no heart To wake him, but hung o'er him, wholly pleased To find him yet unwounded after fight, And near him breathing low and equally. Anon she rose, and stepping lightly, heap'd The pieces of his armour in one place, All to be there against a sudden need ; Then dozed awhile herself, but overtoil' d By that day's grief and travel, evermore F QQ ENID. Seem'd catching at a rootless tliorn, and then Went shpping down horrible precipices, And strongly striking out her limbs awoke ; Then thought she heard the wild Earl at the door, With all his rout of random followers, Sound on a di-eadful trumpet, summoning her ; Which was the red cock shouting to the light, As the gray dawn stole o'er the dewy world. And glimmer' d on his armour in the room. And once again she rose to look at it, But touch' d it unawares : jangling, the casque Fell, and he started up and stared at her. Then breaking his command of silence given, She told him all that Earl Limours had said. Except the passage that he loved her not ; Nor left untold the craft herself had used ; But ended with apology so sweet. Low-spoken, and of so few words, and seem'd So justified by that necessity, That tho' he thought ' was it for him she wejDt EXID. G7 111 Devon ? ' lie but gave a wrathful gi'oan, Saying ' your sweet faces make good fellows fools And traitors. Call the host and bid him bring Charger and palfrey.' So she glided out Among the heavy breathings of the house, And like a household SjDirit at the walls Beat, till she woke the sleepers, and retmii'd : Then tending her rough lord, tho' all unask'd, In silence, did him service as a squire ; Till issuing arm'd he found the host and cried, ^ Thy reckoning, friend ? ' and ere he learnt it, ' Take Five horses and their armours ; ' and the host. Suddenly honest, answer' d in amaze, ' My lord, I scarce have spent the worth of one ! ' ^ You will be all the wealthier' said the Prince, And then to Enid, ' Forward ! and to-day I charge you, Enid, more especially. What thing soever you may hear, or see. Or fancy (tho' I count it of small use To charge you) that you speak not but obey.' F 2 68 ENID. And Enid answer' d, ' Yea, my lord, I know Your wish, and would obey ; but riding first, I hear the violent tlireats you do not hear, I see the danger which you cannot see : Then not to give you warning, that seems hard ; Almost beyond me : yet I would obey.' ' Yea so,' said he, ' do it : be not too wise ; Seeing that you are wedded to a man, Not quite mismated with a yawning clown. But one with arms to guard his head and yours, AYith eyes to find you out however far. And ears to hear you even in his dreams.' With that he turn'd and look'd as keenly at her As carefid robins eye the delver's toil ; And that within her, which a wanton fool, Or hasty judger would have call'd her guilt. Made her cheek burn and either eyelid fall. And Geraint look'd and was not satisfied. ENID. 69 Then forward by a way which, beaten broad, Led from the territory of false Limom's To the waste earldom of another earl, Doorm, whom his shaking vassals call'd the Bull, Went Enid with her sullen follower on. Once she look'd back, and when she saw him ride More near by many a rood than yester-morn. It wellnigh made her cheerful ; till Geraint Waving an angry hand as who should say * You watch me,' sadden'd all her heart ao-ain. But while the sun yet beat a dewy blade, The sound of many a heavily-galloping hoof Smote on her ear, and tm-ning round she saw Dust, and the points of lances bicker in it. Then not to disobey her lord's behest. And yet to give him warning, for he rode As if he heard not, moving back she held Her finger up, and pointed to the dust. At which the warrior in his obstinacv. Because she kept the letter of his word 70 ENID. Was in a manner pleased, and turning, stood. And in the moment after, wild Limours, Borne on a black horse, like a thunder-cloud Whose skirts are loosen'd by the breaking storm, Half ridden off with by the thing he rode, And all in passion uttering a diy shriek, Dash'd on Geraint, who closed with him, and bore DoYvai by the length of lance and arm beyond The cruj)per, and so left him stunn'd or dead, And overthrew the next that follow' d him, And blindly rush'd on all the rout behind. But at the flash and motion of the man They vanish' d panic-stricken, like a shoal Of darting fish, that on a summer morn Adown the crj^stal dykes at Camelot Come slipping o'er their shadows on the sand, But if a man who stands upon the brink But lift a shining hand against the sun, There is not left the tv/inkle of a fin Betwixt the cressy islets white in flower ; ENID. So, scared but at the motion of the man, Fled all the boon companions of the Earl, And left him lying in the public way ; So vanish friendships only made in wine. Then like a stormy sunlight smiled Geraint, Who saw the chargers of the two that fell Start from their fallen lords, and wildl}" fiy, Mixt with the flyers. ' Horse and man,' he said, ' All of one mind and all right-honest friends ! Not a hoof left : and I methinks till now Was honest — paid with horses and with arms ; I cannot steal or plunder, no nor beg : And so what say you, shall we strip him there Your lover ? has your palfrey heart enough To bear his armour ? shall we fast, or dine 1 No 1 — then do you, being right honest, pray That we may meet the horsemen of Earl Doorm, I too would still be honest.' Thus he said : And sadly gazing on her bridle-reins, 72 ENID. And answering not one word, she led the way. But as a man to whom a dreadful loss Falls in a far land and he knows it not, But coming back he learns it, and the loss So pains him that he sickens nigh to death ; So fared it with Geraint, who being prick'd In combat with the follower of Limours, Bled underneath his armour secretly. And so rode on, nor told his gentle wife What ail'd him, hardly knowing it himself, Till his eye darken' d and his helmet wagg'd ; And at a sudden swerving of the road, Tho' happily do"v\TLi on a bank of grass, The Prince, without a word, from his horse fell. And Enid heard the clashing of his fall. Suddenly came, and at his side all pale Dismounting, loosed the fastenings of his arms, Nor let her true hand falter, nor blue eve ENID. 73 Moisten, till she had lighted on his wound, And tearing off her veil of faded silk Had bared her forehead to the blistering sun, And swathed the hurt that drain'd her dear lord's life. Then after all was done that hand could do, She rested, and her desolation came Upon her, and she wept beside the way. And many past, but none regarded her. For in that realm of lawless turbulence, A woman weeping for her murder' d mate Was cared as much for as a summer shower : One took him for a victim of Earl Doorm, Kor dared to waste a perilous pity on him : Another hunying past, a man-at-arms, Eode on a mission to the bandit Earl ; Half whistling and half singing a coarse song. He drove the dust against her veilless eyes : Another, flying from the wrath of Doorm Before an ever-fancied arrow, made 74' ENID. The long way smoke beneath him in his fear ; At which her palfrey whinnying lifted heel, And scour'd into the coppices and was lost, While the great charger stood, grieved like a man. But at the point of noon the huge Earl Doorm, Broad-faced with under-fringe of russet beard. Bound on a foray, rolling eyes of prey, Came riding with a hundred lances up ; But ere he came, like one that hails a ship. Cried out w^ith a big voice, ' What, is he dead V * No, no, not dead !' she answer' d in all haste. ' Would some of your kind people take him up, And bear him hence out of this cruel sun : Most sure am I, quite sure, he is not dead.' Then said Earl Doorm ; ' Well, if he be not dead. Why wail you for him thus ? you seem a child. And be he dead, I count you for a fool j Your wailing will not quicken him : dead or not. EXID. 75 You mar a comely face with idiot tears. Yet, since the face is comely — some of you, Here, take him up, and bear him to our hall : Au if he live, we will have him of our band ; And if he die, why earth has earth enough To hide him. See ye take the charger too, A noble one.' He spake, and past away, But left two brawny speaiTQcn, who advanced, Each growling like a dog, when his good bone Seems to be pluck' d at by the village boys Who love to vex him eating, and he fears To lose his bone, and lays his foot upon it. Gnawing and gTOwling : so the ru93.ans growl' d. Fearing to lose, and all for a dead man, Their chance of booty from the morning's raid ; Yet raised and laid him on a litter-bier. Such as they brought upon their forays out For those that might be wounded ; laid him on it All in the hollow of his shield, and, took 76 ENID. And bore him to tlio naked hall of Doorm, (His gentle charger following him unled) And cast him and the bier in which he lay Down on an oaken settle in the hall, And then departed, hot in haste to join Their luckier mates, but growling as before, And cursing their lost time, and the dead man, And their own Earl, and their own souls, and her. They might as well have blest her : she was deaf To blessing or to cursing save from one. So for long hours sat Enid by her lord. There in the naked hall, propping his head. And chafing his pale hands, and calling to him. And at the last he waken' d from his swoon, And found his own dear bride propping his head. And chafing his faint hands, and calling to him ; And felt the warm tears falling on his face ; And said to his own heart, ' she weej)s for me : ' And yet lay still, and feign' d himself as dead, ENID. ' That he might prove her to the uttermost, And say to his own heart ' she weeps for me.' But in the faUing afternoon return' d The huge Earl Doorm with plunder to the hall. His lusty spearmen follow^' d him with noise : Each hiu-ling down a heap of things that rang Against the pavement, cast his lance aside. And doff'd his helm : and then there flutter' d in. Half-bold, half-frighted, w^ith dilated eyes, A tribe of women, dress'd in many hues. And mingled with the spearmen : and Earl Doorm Struck with a knife's haft hard against the board. And call'd for flesh and w^ine to feed his spears. And men brought in whole hogs and quarter beeves. And all the hall was dim wdth steam of flesh : And none spake word, but all sat down at once. And ate with tumult in the naked hall. Feeding like horses when you hear them feed ; Till Enid shrank far back into herself. 78 ENID. To shun the wild ways of the lawless tribe. But when Earl Doorm had eaten all he would, He roll'd his eyes about the hall, and found A damsel drooping in a corner of it. Then he remember' d her, and how she wept ; And out of her there came a power upon him ; And rising on the sudden he said, ^ Eat ! I never yet beheld a thing so pale. God's curse, it makes me mad to see you weep. Eat ! Look yourself. Good luck had your good man, For were I dead who is it would weep for me 1 Sweet lady, never since I first drew breath. Have I beheld a lily like yourself. And so there lived some colour in your cheek, There is not one among my gentlewomen Were fit to wear your slipper for a glove. But listen to me, and by me be ruled, And I will do the thing I have not done, For you shall share my earldom with me, girl, And we will live like two birds in one nest. EXID. 79 And I will fetch you forage from all fields, For I compel all creatm-es to my will.' He spoke : the brawny spearman let his cheek Bulge with the unswallow'd piece, and tm-ning stared; While some, whose souls the old serpent long had dra^ii Down, as the worm draws in the wither'd leaf And makes it earth, hiss'd each at other's ear What shall not be recorded — women they, Women, or what had been those gracious things, But now desired the humbling of then* best, Yea, would have helped him to it : and all at once They hated her, who took no thought of them, But answer' d in low voice, her meek head yet Drooping, ' I pray you of your courtesy. He being as he is, to let me be.' She spake so lovv^ he hardly heard her speak, But like a mighty patron, satisfied With what himself had done so graciously. 80 ENID. Assumed that she had thanked hun, adding, ' yea, Eat and be glad, for I account you mine.' She answer' d meeklv, ' How should I be oiad Henceforth in all the world at anvthinir, Until my lord arise and look upon me \ ' Here the huge Earl cried out upon her talk. As all but empty heart and weariness And sickly nothing ; suddenly seized on her, And bare her by main violence to the board, And thi'ust the dish before her, crying, ' Eat.' ' No, no,' said Enid, Text, ' I will not eat. Till yonder man npon the bier arise. And eat with me.' ' Drink, then,' he answer' d. ' Here 1 (And fiU'd a horn with wine and held it to her,) ' Lo ! I, myself, when flush' d with fight, or hot, God's curse, with anger — often I myself. Before I well have di'unken, scarce can eat : ENID. ^ 81 Drink therefore, and the wine will change your will.' ' Not so,' she cried, ' by Heaven, I will not drink. Till my dear lord arise and bid me do it, And drink with me j and if he rise no more, I will not look at wine until I die.' At this he tuiu'd all red and paced his hall, Now gnaw'd his under, now his upper lip, And coming up close to her, said at last ; ' Girl, for I see you scorn my com-tesies, Take warning : yonder man is sm-ely dead ; And I compel all creatm'es to my will. Not eat nor diink ? And wherefore wail for one, "SMio put your beauty to this flout and sconi By dressing it in rags % Amazed am I, Beholding how you butt against my wish, That I forbear you thus : cross me no more. At least put off to please me this poor gown, This silken rag, this beggar-woman's weed : 82 ENID. I love that beauty should go beautifully : For see you uot my gentle womeu here, How gay, how suited to the house of one, Who loves that beauty should go beautifully ! Eise therefore ; robe yourself in this : obey.' He spoke, and one among his gentlewomen Display' d a splendid silk of foreign loom. Where like a shoaling sea the lovely blue Play'd into green, and thicker down the front With jewels than the sward with drops of dew,. When all night long a cloud clings to the hill. And with the dawn ascending lets the day Strike where it clung : so thickly shone the gems. But Enid answer' d, harder to be moved Than hardest tyrants in their day of power, With life-long injuries burning unavenged. And now their hour has come ; and Enid said : ENID. 83 ' In this poor gown my dear lord found me first, And loved me serving in my father's hall : In this poor gown I rode with him to court, And there the Queen array'd me like the sun : In this poor gown he bade me clothe myself, When now we rode upon this fatal quest Of honom-, where no honour can be gain'd : And this poor gown I will not cast aside Until himself arise a living man, And bid me cast it. I have griefs enough : Pray you be gentle, pray you let me be : I never loved, can never love but him : Yea, God, I pray you of your gentleness, He being as he is, to let me be.' Then strode the brute Earl up and down his hall. And took his russet beard between his teeth ; Last, coming up quite close, and in his mood Crying, ' I comit it of no more avail, Dame, to be gentle than ungentle with you ; G 2 8-1 ENID. Take my salute/ unknightly with flat hand. However liohtlv, smote her on the cheek. Then Enid, in her utter helplessness, xVnd since she thought, ' he had not dared to do it, Except he sm-ely knew my lord was dead,' Sent forth a sudden sharp and bitter ciy, As of a wild thing taken in the trap, Which sees the trapper coming thro' the wood. This heard Geraint, and gTasping at his sword, (It lay beside him in the hollow shield), Made but a single bound, and with a sweep of it Shore thro' the swarthy neck, and like a ball The russet-bearded head roll'd on the floor. So died Earl Doorni by him he counted dead. And all the men and women in the hall Rose when they saw the dead man rise, and fled Yelling as from a spectre, and the two Were left alone together, and he said ; ENID. 85 ' Enid, I have used you worse than that dead man ; Done you more wrong : we both have undergone That trouble which has left me thrice your own : Henceforward I will rather die than doubt. And here I lay this penance on myself, Xot, tho' mine own ears heard you j^ester-morn — You thought me sleeping, but I heard you say, I heard you say, that you were no true wife : I swear I will not ask yom' meaning in it : I do believe yourself against yourself, And will henceforward rather die than doubt.' And Enid could not say one tender word, She felt so blunt and stupid at the heart : She only prayed him, ' Fly, they will return And slay you ; fly, your charger is without, My palfrey lost.' ' Then, Enid, shall you ride Behind me.' ' Yea,' said Enid, ' let us go.' And moving out they found the stately horse, Who now no more a vassal to the thief, 85 ENID. But free to stretch his hmbs in lawful f]a:ht, Neigh'd with all gladness as they came, and stoop'd With a low whinny toward the pair : and she Kiss'd the white star upon his noble front, Glad also ; then Geraint upon the horse Mounted, and reach'd a hand, and on his foot She set her own and climb'd ; he turn'd his face And kiss'd her climbing, and she cast her arms About him, and at once they rode away. And never yet, since high in Paradise O'er the four rivers the first roses blew, Came purer pleasure unto mortal kind Than lived thro' her, who in that perilous horn- Put hand to hand beneath her husband's heart, And felt him hers again : she did not weep. But o'er her meek eyes came a happy mist Like that w^hich kept the heart of Eden green Before the useful trouble of the rain : Yet not so misty were her meek blue eyes ENID. 87 As not to see before them on the path, Eight in the gateway of the bandit hold, A knio-ht of Arthur's court, who laid his lance In rest, and made as if to fall upon him. Then, fearing for his hurt and loss of blood, She, with her mind all full of what had chanced, Shriek' d to the stranger, 'Slay not a dead man !' ' The voice of Enid,' said the knight ; but she, Beholding it was Edp'u son of Nudd, Was moved so much the more, and shriek'd again, * cousin, slay not him who gave you life.' And Edyi-n moving frankly forward spake : ' My lord Geraint, I greet you with all love ; I took you for a bandit knight of Doorm ; And fear not, Enid, I should fall upon him, Who love you, Prince, with something of the love Wherewith we love the Heaven that chastens us. For once, when I was up so high in pride That I was halfway down the slope to Hell, By overthrowing me you threw me higher. 88 ENID. Xow, made a kuiglit of Arthur's Table Round, And since I knew this Earl, when I myself "Was half a bandit in my lawless hour, I come the mouthpiece of our King to Doorm (The King is close behind me) bidding him Disband himself, and scatter all his powers, Submit, and hear the judgment of the King.' ' He hears the j udgment of the King of Kings/ Cried the wan Prince ; ' and lo the powers of Doorm Are scatter' d,' and he pointed to the field, Where, huddled here and there on momid and knoll, "Were men and women staring and aghast, While some yet fled ; and then he plainlier told How the huge Earl lay slain within his hall. But when the knight besought him, ' Follow me, Prince, to the camp, and in the King's own ear Speak what has chanced ; you surely have endured Strange chances here alone ; ' that other flusli'd. And hung his head, and halted in reply, ENID. 89 Fearing the mild face of the blameless King, And after madness acted question ask'd : Till Edyi-n crying, ' If you will not go To Arthur, then will Arthur come to you,' ' Enough,' he said, ' I follow,' and they went. But Enid in their going had two fears, One from the handit scatter' d in the field, And one from Edyi-n. Every now and then, When Edym rein'd his charger at her side, She shrank a little. In a hollow land. From which old fires have broken, men may fear Fresh fire and ruin. He, perceiving, said : ' Fair and dear cousin, you that most had cause To fear me, fear no longer, I am changed. Yom'self were first the blameless cause to make My natm-e's prideful sparkle in the blood Break into furious flame ; being repulsed By Yniol and yom-self, I schemed and wrought Until I overtm-n'd him ; then set up 90 ENID. (With one main purpose ever at my heart) My haughty jousts, and took a paramour ; Did her mock-honour as the fairest fair, And, topphng over all antagonism. So wax'd in pride, that I believed myself Unconquerable, for I was well-nigh mad : And, but for my main purpose in these jousts, I should have slain your father, seized yourself. I lived in hope that sometime you would come To these my lists with him whom best you loved ; And there, poor cousin, with your meek blue eyes, The truest eyes that ever ansv\^er'd heaven, Eehold me overturn and trample on him. Then, had you cried, or knelt, or pray'd to me, I should not less have kill'd him. And you came, — But once you came, — and with your own true eyes Beheld the man you loved (I speak as one Speaks of a service done him) overthrow My proud self, and my purpose three years old, And set his foot upon me, and give me life. ENID. 91 * There was I broken down ; there was I saved : Tho' thence I rode all-shamed, hating the life He gave me, meaning to be rid of it. And all the penance the Queen laid upon me Was but to rest awhile within her court ; Where first as sullen as a beast new-caged, And waiting to be treated like a wolf, Because I knew my deeds were kno^ai, I found, Instead of scornful pity or pure scorn, Such fine reserve and noble reticence. Manners so kind, yet stately, such a grace Of tenderest courtesy, that I began < To glance behind me at my former life. And find that it had been the wolf's indeed : And oft I talk'd with Dubric, the high saint, Who, with mild heat of holy oratoiy. Subdued me somewhat to that gentleness, Which, when it weds with manhood, makes a man. And you were often there about the Queen, But saw me not, or mark'd not if you saw ; 92 EXID. Xor did I care or dare to speak with you, But kept myself aloof till I was changed ; And fear not, cousin ; I am changed indeed.' He spoke, and Enid easily believed, Like simple noble natm-es, credulous Of what they long for, good in friend or foe. There most in those who most have done them ill. And when they reachM the camp the King himself Advanced to greet them, and beholding her Tho' pale, yet happy, ask'd her not a word, But went apart v/ith Edyrn, whom he held In converse for a little, and return' d. And, gravely smiling, lifted her from horse. And kiss'd her with all pureness, brother-like. And show'd an empty tent allotted her. And glancing for a minute, till he saw her Pass into it, turn'd to the Prince, and said : ' Prince, when of late you pray'd me for my leave ENID. 93 To move to your owti land, and tliere defend Yom- marches, I was prick' d with some reproof, As one that let foul wrong stagnate and be, By having look'd too much thro' alien eyes. And wrought too long with delegated hands, Xot used mine own : but now behold me come To cleanse this common sewer of all my realm, With Edyiii and with others : have you look'd At Edyrn 1 have you seen how nobly changed ? This work of his is great and wonderful. His very face with change of heart is changed. The world will not believe a man repents : And this wise world of om-s is mainly right. Full seldom does a man repent, or use Both grace and will to pick the vicious quitch Of blood and custom wholly out of him. And make all clean, and plant himself afresh. Edyrn has done it, weeding all his heart As I will weed this land before I go. I, therefore, made him of our Table Round, 94 ENID. Not rashly, but have proved him everyway One of our noblest, our most valorous, Sanest and most obedient : and indeed This work of Edyrn wrought upon himself After a life of violence, seems to me A thousand-fold more great and wonderful Than if some knight of mine, risking his life, My subject with my subjects under him, Should make an onslauo-ht sino-le on a realm Of robbers, tho' he slew them one by one, And were himself nigh wounded to the death/ So spake the King ; low bow'd the Prince, and felt His work was neither great nor wonderful. And past to Enid's tent ; and thither came The King's own leech to look into his hm-t ; And Enid tended on him there ; and there Her constant motion round him, and the breath Of her sweet tendance hovering over him, Fill'd all the genial courses of his blood ENID. 95 With deeper and with ever deeper love, As the south-west that blowing Bala lake Fills all the sacred Dee. So past the days. But while Geraint lay healing of his hui-t, The blameless King went forth and cast his eyes On whom his father Uther left in charge Long since, to guard the justice of the King : He look'd and found them wanting ; and as now Men weed the white horse on the Berkshire hills To keep him bright and clean as heretofore, He rooted out the slothful officer Or guilty, w^hich for bribe had wink'd at wrong. And in their chairs set up a stronger race With hearts and hands, and sent a thousand men To till the wastes, and moving everywhere Clear' d the dark places and let in the law, And broke the bandit holds and cleansed the land. Then, when Geraint was whole again, they past 96 ENID. With Arthur to Caerleon upon Usk. There the great Queen once more embraced her friend, And clothed her in apparel like the day. And tho' Geraint could never take again That comfort from their converse which he took Before the. Queen's fair name was breathed upon, He rested well content that all was well. Thence after tarrying for a space they rode. And fifty knights rode with them to the shores Of Severn, and they past to their own land. And there he kept the justice of the King So vigorously yet mildly, that all hearts Applauded, and the spiteful whisper died : And being ever foremost in the chase, And victor at the tilt and tournament, They call'd him the great Prince and man of men. But Enid, whom her ladies loved to call Enid the Fair, a grateful people named Enid the Good ; and in their halls arose Tlio crv of children, Enids and Geraints ENID. 97 Of times to be ; nor did he doubt lier more But rested in her feahy, till he crown' d A happy life with a fair death, and fell Against the heathen of the Northern Sea In battle, fighting for the blameless King. TIYIEN. H 2 YIYIEN. A STORM was coming, but the winds were still, And in the wild woods of Broceliande, Before an oak, so hollow huge and old It look'd a tower of iniin'd masonwork, At Merlin's feet the wily Vivien lay. The wily Vivien stole from Arthur's court : She hated all the knights, and heard in thought Their lavish comment when her name was named. For once, when Ai-thur walking all alone, Vext at a rumom' rife about the Queen, Had met her, Vivien, being greeted fan', "Would fain have wrought upon his cloudy mood 102 VIVIEN. With reverent eyes mock-loyal, shaken voice, And flutter d adoration, and at last With dark sweet hints of some who prized him more Than who should prize him most ; at which the King Had gazed upon her blankly and gone by : But one had watch' d, and had not held his peace : It made the laughter of an afternoon That Vivien should attempt the blameless King. And after that, she set herself to gain Him, the most famous man of all those times. Merlin, who knew the range of all their arts. Had built the King his havens, ships, and halls. Was also Bard, and knew the starry heavens ; The people called him Wizard ; whom at first She play'd about with slight and sprightly talk, And vivid smiles, and faintly-venom'd points Of slander, glancing here and grazing there ; And jnelding to his kindlier moods, the Seer Would watch her at her petidance, and play, Ev'n when they seem'd unloveable, and laugh VIVIEN. 103 As those that watch a kitten ; thus he grew Tolerant of w^hat he half disdain' d, and she, Perceiving that she was but half disdain' d, Began to break her sports with graver fits, Turn red or pale, would often when they met Sigh fully, or all-silent gaze upon him AVith such a fixt devotion, that the old man, Tho' doubtful, felt the flattery, and at times Would flatter his own wish in age for love, And half believe her true : for thus at times He waver'd ; but' that other clung to him, Fixt in her ^^11, and so the seasons went. Then fell upon him a great melancholy ; And leaving Arthur's coiu't he gain'd the beach ; There found a little boat, and stept into it ; And Vivien follow' d, but he mark'd her not. She took the helm and he the sail ; the boat Drave with a sudden wind across the deeps. And touching Breton sands, they disembark'd. And then she follow' d Merlin all the way, 104 VIVIEN. Ev'n to the wild woods of Broceliande. For Merlin once had told her of a charm, The which if any wrought on any one With woven paces and with waving arms, The man so wrought on ever seem'd to lie Closed in the four walls of a hollow tower, From which was no escape for evermore ; And none could find that man for evermore, Nor could he see but him who wrought the charm Coming and going, and he lay as dead And lost to life and use and name and fame. And Vivien ever sought to work the charm Upon the great Enchanter of the Time, As fancying that her glory would be great According to his greatness whom she quench' d. There lay she all her length and kiss'd his feet, As if in deepest reverence and in love. A twist of gold was round her hair ; a robe Of samite without price, that more exprest VIVIEN. 105 Than hid her, clung about her Hssome limbs, In colour like the satin-shining palm On sallows in the windy gleams of March : And while she kiss'd them, crying, ' Trample me, Dear feet, that I have follow' d thro' the world, And I will pay you worship ; tread me down And I will kiss you for it ; ' he was mute : So dark a forethought roll'd about his brain, As on a dull day in an Ocean cave The blind wave feeling round his long sea-hall In silence : wherefore, when she lifted up A face of sad appeal, and spake and said, * Merlin, do you love me 1 ' and again, ' Merlin, do you love me "? ' and once more, ' Great Master, do you love me ? ' he was mute. And lissome Vivien, holding by his heel. Writhed toward him, slided up his knee and sat. Behind his ankle twined her hollow feet Together, curved an arm about his neck. Clung like a snake ; and letting her left hand 106 VIVIEN. Droop from his mighty shoulder, as a leaf, Made with her right a comb of pearl to part The lists of such a beard as youth gone out Had left in ashes : then he spoke and said, Not looking at her, ' who are wise in love Love most, say least,' and Vivien answer' d quick, ' I saw the little elf-god eyeless once In Arthur's arras hall at Camelot : But neither eyes nor tongue — stupid child ! Yet you are wise who say it ; let me think Silence is wisdom : I am silent then And ask no kiss ;' then adding all at once, ^And lo, I clothe myself with wisdom,' drew The vast and shaggy mantle of his beard Across her neck and bosom to her knee, And call'd herself a gilded summer fly Caught in a great old tyrant spider's web. Who meant to eat her up in that wild wood Without one word. So Vivien call'd herself. But rather seem'd a lovely baleful star VIVIEN. 107 Veil'd in gray vapour ; till he sadly smiled : * To what request for what strange boon,' he said, ' Are these your 23retty tricks and fooleries, Vivien, the preamble ? yet my thanks, For these have broken up my melancholy.' And Vivien answer' d smiling saucily, * What, my Master, have you found your voice ? 1 bid the stranger welcome. Thanks at last ! But yesterday you never open'd lip. Except indeed to drink : no cup had we : In mine own lady palms I cull'd the spring That gather'd trickling dropwise from the cleft, And made a pretty cujd of both my hands And offer' d you it kneeling : then you drank And knew no more, nor gave me one poor word ; no more thanks than might a goat have given With no more sign of reverence than a beard. And when we halted at that other well, And I was faint to swooning, and you lay 108 VIVIEN. Foot-gilt with all the hlossom-dust of those Deep meadows we had traversed, did you know That Vivien bathed your feet before her own 1 And yet no thanks : and all thro' this wild wood And all this morning when I fondled you : Boon, yes, there was a boon, one not so strange — How had I wrong' d you 1 siu'ely you are wise. But such a silence is more wise than kind.' And Merlin lock'd his hand in hers and said ; ^ did you never lie upon the shore. And watch the cmi'd white of the coming wave Glass' d in the slippery sand before it breaks ? Ev'n such a wave, but not so pleasurable, Dark in the glass of some presageful mood. Had I for three days seen, ready to fall. And then I rose and fled from Arthm-'s court To break the mood. You folio w'd me unask'd ; And when I look'd, and saw you following still. My mind involved yom'self the nearest thing VIVIEN. 109 In that mind-mist : for shall I tell you truth ? You seem'd that wave about to break upon me And sweep me from my hold upon the world, My use and name and fame. Your pardon, child. Tour pretty sports have brighten' d all again. And ask your boon, for boon I owe you thrice, Once for wrong done you by confusion, next For thanks it seems till now neglected, last For these your dainty gambols : wherefore ask ; And take this boon so strange and not so strange.' And Vivien answer'd smiling mournfully j * not so strange as my long asking it, Nor yet so strange as you yourself are strange, Nor half so strange as that dark mood of yours. I ever fear'd you were not wholly mine ; And see, yom^self have own'd you did me wrong. The people call you prophet : let it be : But not of those that can expound themselves. Take Vivien for expounder j she will call 110 VIVIEN. That three-days-long presageful gloom of yours No presage, but the same mistrustful mood That makes you seem less noble than yourself, Whenever I have ask'd this very boon. Now ask'd again : for see you not, dear love, That such a mood as that, which lately gloom' d Your fancy when you saw me following you. Must make me fear still more you are not mine. Must make me yearn still more to prove you mine, And make me wish still more to learn this charm Of woven paces and of waving hands, As proof of trust. 0, Merlin, teach it me. The charm so taught will charm us both to rest. For, grant me some slight power vipon yom* fate, I, feelmg that you felt me worthy trust, Should rest and let you rest, knowing you mine. And therefore be as great as you are named, Not muffled round with selfish reticence. How hard you look and how denyingly ! 0, if you think this wickedness in me. VIVIEN. Ill That I should prove it on you unawares, To make you lose your use and name and fame. That makes me most indignant ; then our bond Had best be loosed for ever : but think or not, By Heaven that hears I tell you the clean truth. As clean as blood of babes, as white as milk : Merlin, may this earth, if ever I, If these un witty wandering wits of mine, Ev'n in the jumbled rubbish of a dream, Have tript on such conjectm^al treachery — May this hard earth cleave to the Nadu^ hell Down, down, and close again, and nip me flat, If I be such a traitress. Yield my boon. Till which I scarce can yield you all I am ; And grant my re-reiterated wish, The gi-eat proof of your love : because I think, However wise, you hardly know me yet.' And Merlin loosed his hand from hers and said, ' I never was less wise, however wise, 112 VIVIEN. Too curious Vivien, tho' you talk of trust, Than when I told you first of such a charm. Yea, if you talk of trust I tell you this, Too much I trusted, when I told you that, And stirr'd this vice in you which ruin'd man Tliro' woman the first horn- ; for howsoe'er In children a great curiousness be well, Who have to learn themselves and all the world, In you, that are no child, for still I find Your face is practised, when I spell the lines, I call it, — well, I will not call it vice : But since you name yourself the summer fly, I well could wish a cobweb for the gnat, That settles, beaten back, and beaten back Settles, till one could yield for weariness : But since I will not yield to give you power Upon my life and use and name and fame. Why will you never ask some other boon ? Yea, by God's rood, I trusted you too much.' VIVIEN. 113 And Vivien, like the tenderest-hearted maid That ever bided trjst at village stile, Made answer, either eyelid wet with tears. ' Nay, master, be not wrathful with your maid ; Caress her : let her feel herself forgiven Who feels no heart to ask another boon. I think you hardly know the tender rhyme Of " trust me not at all or all in all." I heard the great Sir Lancelot sing it once, And it shall answer for me. Listen to it. " In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours, Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers : Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all. '• It is the little rift within the lute, That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all. " The little rift within the lover's lute, 114 VIVIEN, Or little pitted speck in garner d fruit, That rotting inward slowly moulders all. " It is not worth the keeping : let it go : But shall it 1 answer, darling, answer, no. And trust me not at all or all in all." 0, master, do you love my tender rhyme 1 ' And Merlin look'd and half believed her tnie, So tender was her voice, so fair her face, So sweetly gleam' d her eyes behind her tears Like sunlight on the plain behind a shower : And yet he answer' d half indignantly. ' Far other was the song that once I heard By this huge oak, sung nearly where we sit : For here we met, some ten or twelve of us. To chase a creature that was current then In these wild woods, the hart with golden horns. VIVIEX. 1 1 It was the time when first the question rose About the founding of a Table Round, That was to be, for love of God and men And noble deeds, the flower of all the world. And each incited each to noble deeds. And while we w^aited, one, the youngest of us, AVe could not keep him silent, out he flash' d. And into such a song, such fire for fame. Such trumpet-blowings in it, coming dovnx To such a stern and iron-clashing close. That when he stopt we long'd to hurl together, And should have done it ; but the beauteous beast Scared by the noise upstarted at our feet. And like a silver shadow slipt away Thro' the dim land ; and all day long we rode Tln-o' the dim land against a rushing wind. That glorious roundel echoing in our ears. And chased the flashes of his golden horns Until they vanish' d by the fairy well r That laughs at iron — as our warriors did- I 2 116 VIVIEN. Where chikli-en cast their pins and nails, and cry, " Laugh, little well," but touch it with a sword. It buzzes wildly round the point ; and there We lost him : such a noble song was that. But, Vivien, when you sang me that sweet rhyme, I felt as tho' you knew this cursed charm, Were proving it on me, and that I lay And felt them slowly ebbing, name and fame.' And Vivien answer'd smiling mournfully; ' mine have ebb'd away for evermore, And all thro' following you to this wild wood, Because I saw you sad, to comfort you. Lo now, what hearts have men ! they never mount As high as woman in her selfless mood. And touching fame, howe'er you scorn my song- Take one verse more — the lady speaks it — this : " My name, once mine, now thine, is closelier mine, For fame, could fame be mine, that fame were thine. VIVIEX. 117 And shame, could shame be thine, that shame were mine. So trust me not at all or all in all." ' Says she not well ? and there is more — this rhyme Is like the fair pearl-necklace of the Queen, That burst in dancing, and the pearls were spilt ; Some lost, some stolen, some as relics kept. But nevermore the same two sister pearls Ran down the silken thi-ead to kiss each other On her white neck — so is it with this rhyme : It lives dispersedly in many hands, And every minstrel sings it differently ; Yet is there one true line, the pearl of pearls j " Man dreams of Fame while woman wakes to love." True : Love, tho' Love were of the grossest, carves A portion from the solid present, eats And uses, careless of the rest ; but Fame, The Fame that follows death is nothing to us ; And what' is Fame in life but half-disfame. And counterchanged with darkness ? you yourself 118 VIVIEN. Know well that Envy calls you Devil's son, And since you seem the Master of all Art, They fain would make you Master of all Vice.' And Merlin lock'd his hand in hers and said, ' I once was looking for a magic weed. And found a fair young squire who sat alone. Had cai-ved himself a knightly shield of wood, And then was painting on it fancied arms, Azure, an Eagle rising or, the Sun In dexter chief ; the scroll " I follow fame." And speaking not, but leaning over him, I took his brush and blotted out the bird. And made a Gardener putting in a gi^aff, With this for motto, " Rather use than fame." You should have seen him blush ; but afterwards He made a stalwart knio-ht. Vivien, For you, methinks you think you love me well ; For me, I love you somewhat ; rest : and Love Should have some rest and pleasure in himself. VIVIEN. 119 Not ever be too curious for a boon, Too pruiient for a proof against the grain Of him you say you love : but Fame with men, Being but ampler means to sei*ve mankind, Should have small rest or pleasure in hei^elf. But work as vassal to the larger love, That dwarfs the petty love of one to one. Use gave me Fame at fii-st, and Fame again Increasing gave me use, Lo, there my boon ! ^Miat other ? for men sought to prove me vile, Because I wish'd to give them greater minds : And then did Envy call me Devil's son : The sick weak beast seeking to help herself By striking at her better, miss'd, and brought Her own claw back, and woimded her own heart. Sweet were the days when I was all unknown. But when my name was lifted up, the storm Broke on the mountain and I cared not for it. Right well know I that Fame is half-disfame. Yet needs must work mv work. That other fame, 120 VIVIEN. To one at least, who hath not childi^en, vague, The cackle of the unborn about the grave, I cared not for it : a single misty star. Which is the second in a line of stars That seem a sword beneath a belt of three, I never gazed upon it but I dreamt Of some vast charm concluded in that star To make fame nothing. Wherefore, if I feai', Giving you power upon me thro' this charm. That you might play me falsely, having power. However well you think you love me now (As sons of kings loving in pupillage Have turn'd to tyrants when they came to power) I rather dread the loss of use than fame ; If you — and not so much from wickedness. As some wild turn of anger, or a mood Of overstrain'd aifection, it may be. To keep me all to your own self, or else A sudden spurt of woman's jealousy. Should try this charm on whom you say you love.' VIVIEN. 121 And Vivien answer'd smiling as in wrath. ' Have I not sworn 1 I am not trusted. Good ! Well, hide it, hide it ; I shall find it out ; And being found take heed of Vivien. A woman and not trusted, doubtless I Might feel some sudden turn of anger born Of your misfaith ; and your fine epithet Is accurate too, for this full love of mine Without the full heart back may merit well Your term of overstrain' d. So used as I, My daily wonder is, I love at all. And as to woman's jealousy, why not ? to what end, except a jealous one, And one to make me jealous if I love, Was this fair charm invented by yourself 1 1 well believe that all about this world You cage a buxom captive here and there, Closed in the fom- walls of a hollow tower From which is no escape for evermore.' 122 VIVIEN. Then the great Master merrily answer' d her. ' Full many a love in loving youth was mine, I needed then no charm to keep them mine But youth and love ; and that full heart of yours Whereof you prattle, may now assure you mine ; So live uncharm'd. For those who wrought it first, The wrist is parted from the hand that waved, The feet unmortised from their ankle-bones Who paced it, ages back : but will you hear The legend as in guerdon for yoiu^ rhj^ne 1 * There lived a king in the most Eastern East, Less old than I, yet older, for my blood Hath earnest in it of far springs to be. A tawny pu-ate anchor d in his port, Whose bark had plunder d twenty nameless isles ; And passing one, at the high peep of dawn, He saw two cities in a thousand boats All fighting for a woman on the sea. And pushing his black craft among them all, VIVIEN. 123 He lightly scatter'd theirs and brought her off, With loss of half his people arrow-slain ; A maid so smooth, so white, so wonderful, They said a light came from her when she moved : And since the pirate would not yield her up, The King impaled him for his piracy ; Then made her Queen : but those isle-nurtur'd eyes Waged such unwilling tho' successful war On all the youth, they sicken' d ; councils thinn'd, And armies waned, for magnet-like she drew The rustiest iron of old fighters' hearts ; And beasts themselves would worship ; camels knelt Unbidden, and the brutes of mountain back That carry kings in castles, bow'd black knees Of homage, ringing with their serpent hands, To make her smile, her golden ankle-bells. What wonder, being jealous, that he sent His horns of proclamation out thro' all The hundred under-kingdoms that he sway'd To find a wizard who might teach the King 124 VIVIEN. Some charm, which being wrought upon the Queen Might keep her all his own : to such a one He promised more than ever king has given, A league of mountain full of golden mines, A province with a hundred miles of coast, A palace and a princess, all for him : But on all those who tried and fail'd, the King Pronounced a dismal sentence, meaning by it To keep the list low and pretenders back, Or like a king, not to be trifled with — Their heads should moulder on the city gates. And many tried and fail'd, because the charm Of natui'e in her overbore their own : And many a wizard brow bleach' d on the walls : And many weeks a troop of carrion crows Hung like a cloud above the gateway towers.' And Vivien breaking in upon him, said : ' I sit and gather honey ; yet, methinks, Your tongue has tript a little : ask yourself. VIVIEN. 125 The lady never made unwilling war With those fine eyes : she had her pleasure in it, And made her good man jealous with good cause. And lived there neither dame nor damsel then Wroth at a lover's loss 1 were all as tame, I mean, as noble, as their Queen was fair ? Not one to flirt a venom at her eyes, Or pinch a murderous dust into her drink, Or make her paler with a poison' d rose ? Well, those were not our days : but did they find A wizard ? Tell me, was he like to thee V She ceased, and made her lithe arm round his neck Tighten, and then drew back, and let her eyes Speak for her, glowing on him, like a bride's On her new lord, her own, the first of men. He answer'd laughing, ' Nay, not like to me. At last they found — his foragers for charms — A little glassy-headed hairless man. 126 VIVIEN. Who lived alone in a great wild on grass ; Read but one book, and ever reading grew So grated down and filed away w^ith thought, So lean his eyes were monstrous ; while the skin Clung but to crate and basket, ribs and spine. And since he kept his mind on one sole aim, Nor ever touch' d fierce wine, nor tasted flesh, Nor own'd a sensual wish, to him the wall That sunders ghosts and shadow-casting men Became a crystal, and he saw them thro' it. And heard their voices talk behind the wall, And learnt their elemental secrets, powers And forces ; often o'er the sun's bright eye Drew the vast eyelid of an inky cloud. And lash'd it at the base with slanting storm ; Or in the noon of mist and driving rain. When the lake whiten' d and the pinewood roar'd. And the cairn' d mountain was a shadow, sunn'd The w^orld to peace again : here was the man. And so by force they dragg'd him to the King. VIVIEN. 127 And tlien he taught the King to charm the Queen In such-wise, that no man could see her more, Nor saw she save the King, who wrought the chann, Coming and going, and she lay as dead, And lost all use of life : but when the King Made proffer of the league of golden mines, The province with a hundi'ed miles of coast, The palace and the princess, that old man Went back to his old wild, and lived on grass. And vanish' d, and his book came down to me.' And Vivien answer' d smiling saucily; ' You have the book : the charm is written in it : Good : take my counsel : let me know it at once : For keep it like a puzzle chest in chest. With each chest lock'd and padlock' d thirty-fold. And whelm all this beneath as vast a mound As after fm^ious battle turfs the slain On some wild down above the windy deep, I yet should strike upon a sudden means 128 VIVIEN. To dig, pick, open, find and read the charm : Then, if I tried it, who should blame me then V And smiling as a Master smiles at one That is not of his school, nor any school But that where blind and naked Ignorance Delivers brawling judgments, unashamed. On all things all day long ; he answer' d her. ^ Ton read the book, my pretty Vivien ! ay, it is but twenty pages long. But every page having an ample marge. And every marge enclosing in the midst A square of text that looks a little blot, The text no larger than the limbs of fleas ; And every square of text an awful charm, Writ in a language that has long gone by. So long, that mountains have arisen since With cities on their flanks — t/ou read the book ! And every margin scribbled, crost, and cramm'd VIVIEN. 129 With comment, densest condensation, hard To mind and eye ; but the long sleepless nights Of my long life have made it easy to me. And none can read the text, not even I ; And none can read the comment but myself ; And in the comment did I find the charm. 0, the results are simple ; a mere child Might use it to the harm of any one, And never coidd undo it : ask no more : For tho' you should not prove it upon me, But keep that oath you swore, you might, perchance, Assay it on some one of the Table Round, And all because you dream they babble of you.' And Vivien, frowTiing in tnie anger, said : ' What dare the full-fed liars say of me ? They ride abroad redi'essing human wrongs ! They sit with knife in meat and wine in horn. They bound to holy vows of chastity ! Were I not woman, I could tell a tale. 130 VIVIEN. But you are man, you well can understand The shame that cannot be explain'd for shame. Not one of all the drove should touch me : swine I ' Then answer' d Merlin careless of her words. ' You breathe but accusation vast and vague, Spleen-born, I think, and proofless. If you know, Set up the charge you know, to stand or fall ! ' And Vivien answer' d frowning wrathfully. ' ay, what say ye to Sir Valence, him Whose kinsman left him watcher o'er his wife And two fair babes, and went to distant lands ; Was one year gone, and on returning found Not two but three : there lay the reckling, one But one hour old ! What said the happy sire I A seven months' babe had been a truer gift. Those twelve sweet moons confused his fatherhood.' Then answer d Merlin ' Nay, I know the tale. VIVIEN. 131 Sir Valence "wedded with an oiitland dame : Some cause had kept him sunder d from his wife : One child they had : it lived with her : she died : His kinsman travelling on his ovni affair Was charged by Valence to bring home the child. He brought, not found it therefore : take the truth.' ' ay,' said Vivien, * overtrue a tale. What say ye then to sweet Sir Sagramore, That ardent man 1 " to pluck the JQower in season ;"' So says the song, " I trow it is no treason." Master, shall we call him overquick To crop his own sweet rose before the hour V And Merlin answer' d ' Overquick are you To catch a lothly plume fall'n from the wing Of that foul bird of rapine whose whole prey Is man's good name : he never wrong' d his bride. 1 know the tale. An angry gust of wind Puff'd out his torch among the myriad-room' d K 2 132 VIVIEN. And many-coiTidor'd complexities Of Arthur's palace : then he found a door And darkling felt the sculptui'ed ornament That wreathen round it made it seem his own ; And wearied out made for the couch and slept, A stainless man beside a stainless maid ; And either slept, nor knew of other there ; Till the high dawn piercing the royal rose In Arthiu''s casement glimmer'd chastely down. Blushing upon them blushing, and at once He rose without a word and parted from her : But when the thing was blazed about the court, The brute world howling forced them into bonds, And as it chanced they are happy, being pure.' ' ay,' said Vivien, ' that were likely too. What say ye then to fair Sir Percivale And of the horrid foulness that he wrought. The saintly youth, the spotless lamb of Christ, Or some black wether of St. Satan's fold. VIVIEN. • 133 What, in the precincts of the chapel-yard, Among the knightly brasses of the graves. And by the cold Hie Jacets of the dead !' And Merlin answer' d careless of her charge. ' A sober man is Percivale and pure ; But once in life was fluster d with new wine. Then paced for coolness in the chapel-yard ; Where one of Satan's shepherdesses caught And meant to stamp him with her master's mark ; And that he sinn'd, is not believable ; For, look upon his face ! — but if he sinn'd, The sin that practice burns into the blood, And not the one dark hour which brings remorse, Will brand us, after, of whose fold we be : Or else were he, the holy king, whose hymns Are chanted in the minster, worse than all. But is yoiu" spleen froth' d out, or have ye more I ' And Vivien answer' d frowning yet in wi'ath ; 134 ' VIVIEN. ' ay ; what say ye to Sir Lancelot, friend ? Traitor or true ? that commerce with the Queen, I ask you, is it clamom^'d by the child. Or whisper'd in the corner ? do you know it V To which he answer' d sadly, ' Yea, I know it. Sir Lancelot went ambassador, at first. To fetch her, and she took him for the King j So fixt her fancy on him : let him be. But have you no one word of loyal praise For Arthui', blameless King and stainless man ? ' She answer' d vrith a low and chuckling laugh : ' Him 1 is he man at all, who knows and winks ? Sees what his fair bride is and does, and winks 1 By which the good king means to blind himself, And blinds himself and all the Table Round To all the foulness that they work. Myself Could call him (were it not for womanhood) The pretty, popular name such manhood earns. VIVIEN. 135 Could call him the main cause of all their crime ; Yea, were he not crown' d king, coward, and fool.' Then Merlin to his own heart, loathing, said ; ' true and tender ! my liege and king ! selfless man and stainless gentleman, Who would' st against thine own eye-witness fain Have all men true and leal, all women pure ; How, in the mouths of base interpreters, From over-fineness not intelligible To things with every sense as false and foul As the poach' d filth that floods the middle street, Is thy white blamelessness accounted blame ! ' But Vivien deeming IMerlin overborne By instance, recommenced, and let her tongue Rage like a fire among the noblest names, Polluting, and imputing her whole self. Defaming and defacing, till she left Not even Lancelot brave, nor Galahad clean. 136 VIVIEN. Her words had issue other than she will'd. He di'agg'd his eyebrow bushes down, and made A snowy penthouse for his hollow eyes, And mutter' d in himself, 'tell her the charm ! So, if she had it, would she rail on me To snare the next, and if she have it not. So will she rail. What did the wanton say 1 " Not mount as high ;" we scarce can sink as low For men at most differ as Heaven and earth. But women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell. I know the Table Round, my friends of old ; All brave, and many generous, and some chaste. I think she cloaks the wounds of loss with lies ; I do believe she temj^ted them and fail'd, She is so bitter : for fine plots may fail, Tho' harlots paint their talk as well as face With colours of the heart that are not theirs. I will not let her know : nine tithes of times Face-flatterers and backbiters are the same. And they, sweet soul, that most impute a crime VIVIEN. 137 Are pronest to it, and impute themselves, Wanting the mental range ; or low desire Not to feel lowest makes them level all ; Yea, they would pare the mountain to the plain, To leave an equal baseness ; and in this Are harlots like the crowd, that if they find Some stain or blemish in a name of note. Not giieving that their gTeatest are so small. Inflate themselves with some insane delight, And judge all natui-e from her feet of clay, Without the will to lift their eyes, and see Her godlike head crown' d with spiritual fire. And touching other worlds. I am weary of her.' He spoke in words part heard, in whispers part. Half-suffocated in the hoary fell And many-winter'd fleece of tlu'oat and chin. But Vivien, gathering somewhat of his mood. And hearing ' harlot ' mutter'd twice or thrice. Leapt from her session on his lap, and stood 138 VIVIEN. Stiff as a viper frozen ; loathsome sight, How frora the rosy lips of life and love, Flash'd the bare-grinning skeleton of death ! White was her cheek ; sharp breaths of anger pnff'd Her faii-y nostril out ; her hand half-clench' d Went faltering sideways downward to her belt, And feeling ; had she found a dagger there (For in a wink the false love turns to hate) She would have stabb'd him ; but she found it not : His eye was calm, and suddenly she took To bitter weeping like a beaten child, A long, long weeping, not consolable. Then her false voice made way broken with sobs. ' crueller than was ever told in tale, Or sung in song ! vainly lavish' d love ! cruel, there was nothing wild or strange, Or seeming shameful, for what shame in love, So love be true, and not as yours is — nothing Poor Vivien had not done to win his trust VI VI EX, 1:39 Who call'd her what he call'd her — all her crime, All — all — the wish to prove him wholly hers.' She mused a little, and then clapt her hands Together with a wailing shriek, and said : ' Stabb'd through the heart's aiFections to the heart I Seeth'd like the kid in its own mother's milk ! Kill'd with a word worse than a life of blows I I thought that he was gentle, being gTeat : God, that I had loved a smaller man ! 1 should have found in him a greater heart. 0, T, that flattering my true passion, saw The knights, the coiu't, the king, dark in your light, Who loved to make men darker than they are, Because of that high pleasure which I had To seat you sole upon my pedestal Of worship — I am answer' d, and henceforth The course of life that seem'd so flowery to me AYith you for guide and master, only you, Becomes the sea-clifl" pathway broken short, 140 VIVIEN. And ending in a ruin — nothing left, But into some low cave to crawl, and there, If the wolf spare me, weep my life away, Kill'd wdth inutterable unkindliness.' She paused, she turn'd away, she hung her head. The snake of gold slid from her hair, the braid Slipt and uncoil' d itself, she wept afresh. And the dark wood grew darker toward the storm In silence, while his anger slowly died Within him, till he let his wisdom go For ease of heart, and half believed her true : Call'd her to shelter in the hollow oak, ' Come from the storm ' and having no reply. Gazed at the heaving shoulder, and the face Hand-hidden, as for utmost grief or shame ; Then thrice essay' d, by tenderest-touching terms To sleek her ruffled peace of mind, in vain. At last she let herself be conquer' d by him, And as the cageling newly flown returns, VIVIEN. 141 The seeming-injured simple-hearted thing- Came to her old perch back, and settled there. There while she sat, half-falling from his knees, Half-nestled at his heart, and since he saw The slow tear creep from her closed eyelid yet, About her, more in kindness than in love, The gentle wizard cast a shielding arm. But she dislink'd herself at once and rose, Her arms upon her breast across, and stood A virtuous gentlewoman deeply "svTong'd, Upright and flush'd before him : then she said : ' There must be now no passages of love Betwixt us twain henceforward evermore. Since, if I be what I am grossly caU'd, What should be gTanted which your own gross heart Would reckon worth the taking ? I will go. In truth, but one thing now — better have died Thrice than have ask'd it once — could make me stay — That proof of trust — so often ask'd in vain ! 142 VIVIEN. How justly, after that vile term of yours, I find with grief ! I might believe you then, Who knows? once more. 0, what was once to me Mere matter of the fancy, now has grown The vast necessity of heart and life. Farewell ; think kindly of me, for I fear My fate or fault, omitting gayer youth For one so old, must be to love you still. But ere I leave you let me swear once more That if I schemed against your peace in this, May yon just heaven, that darkens o'er me, send One flash, that, missing all things else, may make My scheming brain a cinder, if I lie.' Scarce had she ceased, when out of heaven a bolt (For now the storm was close above them) struck, FuiTowing a giant oak, and javelining With darted spikes and splinters of the wood The dark earth round. He raised his eyes and saw The tree that shone white-listed thro' the gloom. VIVIEX. ]43 But Vivien, fearing heaven had heard her oath, And dazzled by the livid-flickering fork. And deafen'd with the stammering cracks and claps That follow' d, flying back and crying out, ' Merlin, tho' you do not love me, save. Yet save me !' clung to him and hugg'd him close ; And call'd him dear j^rotector in her fright. Nor yet forgot her practice in her fright. But wi'ought upon his mood and hugg'd him close. The pale blood of the wizard at her touch Took gayer colours, like an opal wanu'd. She blamed herself for telling hearsay tales : She shook from fear, and for her fault she wept Of petulancy ; she call'd him lord and liege. Her seer, her bard, her silver star of eve, Her God, her Merlin, the one passionate love Of her whole life j and ever overhead Bellow' d the tempest, and the rotten branch Snapt in the rushing of the river- rain Above them ; and in change of glare and glouni 144 VIVIEN. Her eyes and neck glittering went and came ; Till now the storm, its burst of passion spent, Moaning and calling ont of. other lands, Had left the ravaged woodland yet once more To peace ; and what should not have been had been, For Merlin, overtalk'd and overworn, Had yielded, told her all the charm, and slept. Then, in one moment, she put forth the charm Of woven paces and of waving hands, And in the hollow oak he lay as dead, And lost to life and use and name and fame. Then crying ' I have made his glory mine,' And shrieking out ' fool ! ' the harlot leapt Adown the forest, and the thicket closed Behind her, and the forest echo'd 'fool.' ELAINE. ELAINE. - — — Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable, Elaine, the lily maid of Astolat, High in her chamber np a tower to the east Guarded the sacred shield of Lancelot ; Which first she placed where morning's earliest rav Might strike it, and awake her with the gleam ; Then fearino- rust or soilure fashion'd for it O A case of silk, and braided thereupon All the devices blazon'd on the shield In their own tinct, and added, of her wit, A border fantasy of branch and flower, And yellow-throated nestling in the nest. Nor rested thus content, but day by day L 2 148 ELAINE. Leaving her household and good father climb'd That eastern tower, and entering barr'd her door, Stript off the case, and read the naked shield, Now guess'd a hidden meaning in his arms, Now made a pretty history to herself Of every dint a sword had beaten in it, And every scratch a lance had made upon it, Conjecturing when and where : this cut is fresh ; That ten years back ; this dealt him at Caerlyle ; That at Caerleon ; this at Camelot : And ah God's mercy what a stroke was there ! And here a thrust that might have kill'd, but God Broke the strong lance, and roll'd his enemy down, And saved him : so she lived in fantasy. How came the lily maid by that good shield Of Lancelot, she that knew not ev'n his name ? He left it with her, when he rode to tilt For the great diamond in the diamond jousts, Which Arthur had ordain' d, and by that name ELAINE. 149 Had named them, since a diamond was the prize. For Arthur when none knew from whence he came, Long ere the people chose him for their king, Roving the trackless realms of Ljonnesse, Had found a glen, gray boulder and black tarn. A hori'or lived about the tarn, and clave Like its own mists to all the mountain side : For here two brothers, one a king, had met And fought together ; but their names were lost. And each had slain his brother at a blow, And down they fell and made the glen abhorr'd : And there they lay till all their bones were bleach' d, And lichen' d into colour with the crags : And one of these, the king, had on a crown Of diamonds, one in front, and four aside. And Arthur came, and labouring up the pass All in a misty moonshine, unawares Had trodden that crown'd skeleton, and the skull Brake from the nape, and from the skull the crown 150 ELAINE. RoU'd into light, and tiu*ning on its rims Fled like a glittering rivulet to the tarn : And down the shingly scaur he plunged, and caught. And set it on his head, and in his heart Heard murmurs 4o, thou likewise shalt be king.' Thereafter, when a king, he had the gems Pluck'd from the crown, and show'd them to his knights, Saying ' these jewels, whereupon I chanced Divinely, are the kingdom's not the king's — For public use : henceforward let there be. Once every year, a joust for one of these : For so by nine years' proof we needs must learn Which is our mightiest, and ourselves shall grow In use of arms and manhood, till we drive The Heathen, who, some say, shall rule the land Hereafter, which God hinder.' Thus he spoke : ' And eight years past, eight jousts had been, and still Had Lancelot won the diamond of the year. With purpose to present them to the Queen, ELAINE. 151 When all were won ; but meaning all at once To snare her royal fancy with a boon Worth half her realm, had never spoken word. Now for the central diamond and the last And largest, Arthur, holding then his court Hard on the river nigh the place which now Is this world's hugest, let proclaim a joust At Camelot, and when the time drew nigh Spake (for she had been sick) to Guinevere ' Are you so sick, my Queen, you cannot move To these fair jousts 1 ' ' Yea, lord,' she said, ' you know it.' ' Then will you miss,' he answer' d, ' the great deeds Of Lancelot, and his prowess in the lists, A sight you love to look on.' And the Queen Lifted her eyes, and they dwelt languidly On Lancelot, where he stood beside the King. He thinking that he read her meaning there, ' Stay with me, I am sick ; my love is more 152 ELAINE. Than many diamonds/ yielded, and a heart, Love-loyal to the least wish of the Queen (However much he yearn'd to make complete The tale of diamonds for his destined boon) Urged him to speak against the truth, and say, ' Sir King, mine ancient wound is hardly whole. And lets me from the saddle ; ' and the King Glanced first at him, then her, and went his v^-ay. No sooner gone than suddenly she began. ' To blame, mv lord Sir Lancelot, much to blame. Why go you not to these fair jousts % the knights Are half of them our enemies, and the crowd Will murmur, lo the shameless ones, who take Their pastime now the trustful king is gone ! ' Then Lancelot vext at having lied in vain : ' Are you so wise % you were not once so wise. My Queen, that summer, when you loved me first. Then of the crowd you took no more account Than of the myiiad cricket of the mead, ELAINE. 153 When its own voice clings to each blade of grass, And every voice is nothing. As to knights, Them surely can I silence with all ease. But now my loyal worship is allow'd Of all men : many a bard, without offence, Has link'd our names together in his lay, Lancelot, the flower of bravery, Guinevere, The pearl of beauty : and our knights at feast Have pledged us in this union, while the king Would listen smiling. How then ? is there more ? Has Arthur spoken aught ? or would yourself, Now weary of my service and devoir, Henceforth be truer to youi' faultless lord ? ' She broke into a little scornful laugh. ' Arthur, my lord, Arthm', the faultless King That passionate perfection, my good lord — But who can gaze upon the Sun in heaven ? He never spake word of reproach to me. He never had a glimpse of mine untruth. &' 154: ZLAIXZ. He cares not for me : onlv here to-dar There gleam'd a vague sustticion in his eves : Some meddling rc»gue has tamrSince to his crowu the golden dragon clung, And down his robe the dragon writhed in gold, And from the carven-work behind him crept Two dragons gilded, sloping down to make Arms for his chair, wdiile all the rest of them Thro' knots and loops and folds innumerable Fled ever thro' the woodwork, till they found The new design wherein they lost themselves, Yet with all ease, so tender was the w^ork : And, in the costly canopy o'er him set, Blazed the last diamond of the nameless king. Then Lancelot answer' d young Lavaine and said, ' Me you call great : mine is the firmer seat. The truer lance : but there is many a youth Now crescent, who will come to all I am And overcome it ; and in me there dwells No gTcatness, save it be some far-off touch Of greatness to know w^ell T am not great : There is the man.' And Lavaine gaped upon him As on a thing miraculous, and anon ELAIXE. 171 The trumpets blew ; and then did either side, They that assail' d, and they that held the lists, Set lance in rest, strike spur, suddenly move, Meet in the midst, and there so furiously Shock, that a man far-off might well perceive. If any man that day were left afield, The hard earth shake, and a low thunder of arms. And Lancelot bode a little, till he saw Which were the weaker ; then he hurl'd into it Against the stronger : little need to speak Of Lancelot in his glory : King, duke, earl, (yount, baron — whom he smote, he overthrew. But in the field were Lancelot's kith and kin. Ranged with the Table Round that held the lists, Strong men, and wrathful that a stranger knight Should do and almost overdo the deeds Of Lancelot ; and one said to the other ' Lo ! What is he '? I do not mean the force alone, The grace and versatility of the man — 172 ELAINE. Is it not Lancelot ! ' ' AVlien lias Lancelot worn Favour of any lady in the lists ? Not sucli his wont, as we, that know him, know.' ' How then 1 who then V a fmy seized on them, A fiery family passion for the name Of Lancelot, and a o-lory one with theirs. They conch'd their spears and prick'd their steeds and thus. Their plumes driv'n backward by the wind thej" made In moving, all together down upon him Bare, as a wild wave in the wide North-sea, Green-glimmering toward the summit, bears, with all Its stormy crests that smoke against the skies, Down on a bark, and overbears the bark. And him that helms it, so they overbore Sir Lancelot and his charger, and a spear Down-glancing lamed the charger, and a spear Prick'd sharply his own cuirass, and the head Pierced thro' his side, and there snapt, and remain'd. . ELAINE. 17 Then Sir Lavaine did well and worsliipfiilly ; He bore a knight of old repute to the earth, And brought his horse to Lancelot where he lay. He up the side, sweating with agony, got, But thought to do while he might yet endure, And being lustily holpen by the rest, His party, — tho' it seemed half-miracle To those he fought w^ith — drave his kith and kin. And all the Table Round that held the lists, Back to the barrier ; then the heralds blew Proclaiming his the prize, who Yvore the sleeve Of scarlet, and the pearls ; and all the knights. His party, cried ' Advance, and take your prize The diamond ; ' but he answer' d, ' diamond me No diamonds ! for God's love, a little air ! Prize me no prizes, for my prize is death ! Hence will I and I charge you, follow me not.' He spoke, and vanish' d suddenly from the field With young Lavaine into the poplar gi'ove. 174 ELAINE. There from his charger down he shd, and sat, Gasping to Sir Lavaine, ^ draw the lance-head : ' * Ah my sweet lord Sir Lancelot,' said Lavaine, ' I dread me, if I draw it, you will die.' But he ' I die already with it : draw — Draw ' — and Lavaine drew, and that other gave A marvellous great shriek and ghastly groan, And half his blood burst forth, and down he sank For the pure pain, and wholly swoon' d away. Then came the hermit out and bare him in, There stanch'd his w^ound ; and there, in daily doubt AVhether to live or die, for many a week Hid from the wide w^orld's rumour by the grove Of poplars with their noise of falling showers. And ever-tremulous aspen-trees, he lay. . But on that day when Lancelot fled the lists. His party, knights of utmost North and West, Lords of waste marches, kings of desolate isles, Came round their great Pendragon, saying to him ELAINE. 1 75 Lo, Sire, our knight thro' whom we won the day Hath gone sore wounded, and hath left his prize Untaken, crying that his prize is death.' ^ Heaven hinder/ said the King ' that such an one, So great a kniglit as we have seen to-day — He seem'd to me another Lancelot — Yea, twenty times I thought him Lancelot — He must not pass uncared for. G a wain, rise, My nephew, and ride forth and find the knight. Wounded and wearied needs must he be near. I charge you that you get at once to horse. And, knights and kings, there breathes not one of you Will deem this prize of ours is rashly given : His prowess was too wondrous. We will do him No customary honour : since the knight « Came not to us, of us to claim the prize. Ourselves will send it after. Wherefore take This diamond, and deliver it, and return, And bring us what he is and how he fares, And cease not from your quest, until you find.' 176 ELAINE. So saying from the carven flower above, To which it made a restless heart, he took. And gave, the diamond : then from where he sat At Arthur's right, with smihng face arose. With smihng face and frowning heart, a Prince In the mid might and flourish of his May, Gawain, snrnamed The Courteous, fair and strong, And after Lancelot, Tristram, and Geraint And Lamorack, a good knight, but therewithal Sir Modred's brother, of a crafty house, JSTor often loyal to his word, and now Wroth that the king's command to sally forth In quest of whom he knew not, made him leave The banquet, and concourse of knights and kings. So all in wrath lie got to horse and went ; Wliile Arthur to the banquet, dark in mood, Past, thinking ' is it Lancelot who has come Despite the wound he spake of, all for gain Of glory, and has added wound to wound, ELAINE. 177 And ridd'ii away to die V So fear'd the King, And, after two days' tarriance tliere, return'd. Then when he saw the Qneen, embracing ask'd, ' Love, are you yet so sick ^ ' ' Nay, lord/ she said. ' And where is Lancelot V Then the Queen amazed ' AVas he not with you ? won he not yom* prize V ' Xay, but one like him.' ' Why that like was he.' And when the King demanded how she knew, Said ' Lord, no sooner had you parted from us. Than Lancelot told me of a common talk That men went do"wn before his spear at a touch. But knovv'ing he was Lancelot ; his great name Conquer' d ; and therefore would he hide his name From all men, ev'n the king, and to this end Had made the pretext of a hindering wound. That he might joust unknown of all, and leurn If his old prowess were in aught decay' d : And added, " our true Arthur, when he learns, AYill well allow my pretext, as for gain Of purer glory." ' N 178 ELAINE. Then re^^lied the King : * Far lovelier in our Lancelot had it been, In lieu of idly dallying with the truth, To have trusted me as he has trusted you. Surely his king and most familiar friend Might well have kept his secret. True, indeed, Albeit I know my knights fantastical, So fine a fear in our large Lancelot Must needs have moved my laughter : now remains But little cause for laughter : his own kin — 111 news, my Queen, for all who love him, these ! His kith and kin, not knowing, set upon him ; So that he went sore wounded from the field : Yet good news too : for goodly hopes are mine Tliat Lancelot is no more a lonely heart. He wore, against his wont, upon his helm A sleeve of scarlet, broidered with great pearls, Some gentle maiden's gift.' * Yea, lord,' she said, ' Your hopes are mine/ and saying that she choked, ELAINE. 179 And sharply turii'd about to hide her face, Moved to her chamber, and there flung herself Down on the great King s couch, and writhed upon it, And clench'd her fingers till they bit the palm, And shriek'd out ' traitor ' to the unhearing wall, Then flash' d into wild tears, and rose again, And moved about her palace, proud and pale. Gawain the while thro' all the region round Rode with his diamond, wearied of the quest, Touch'd at all points, except the poplar grove. And came at last, tho' late, to Astolat : Whom glittering in enamell'd arms the maid Glanced at, and cried ' AYhat news from Camelot, lord ? What of the knight with the red sleeve V * He won.' ' I knew it,' she said. ' But parted from the jousts Hurt in the side,' whereat she caught her breath ; Thro' her own side she felt the sharp lance go ; Thereon she smote her hand : well-nigh she swoon'd : And, while he gazed wonderingly at her, came N 2 180 ELAINE. The lord of Astolat out, to whom the Prince Eeportecl who he was, and on what quest Sent, that he bore the prize and could not find The victor, but had ridden wildly round To seek him, and was w^earied of the search. To whom the lord of Astolat ' Bide with us, And ride no longer wildly, noble Prince ! Here was the knight, and here he left a shield ; This will he send or come for : furthermore Our son is with him ; we shall hear anon. Needs must we hear.' To this the courteous Prince Accorded with his wonted courtesy. Courtesy vvith a touch of traitor in it. And stay'd ; and cast his eyes on fair Elaine : Where could be found face daintier ? then her shape From forehead down to foot perfect — again . From foot to forehead exquisitely turn'd : ' Well — if I bide, lo ! this wild flower for me ! ' And oft they met among the garden yews. And there he set himself to play upon her ELAINE. 181 With sallying wit, free flashes from a height Above her, graces of the court, and songs, Sighs, and slow smiles, and golden eloquence And amorous adulation, till the maid Rebell'd against it, saying to him, ' Prince, loyal nephew of our noble King, Why ask you not to see the shield he left, Whence you might learn his name? Why slight your King, And lose the quest he sent you on, and prove No surer than our falcon yesterday, Who lost the hern we slipt him at, and went To all the winds 1 ' ' Nay, by mine head,' said he, ' I lose it, as we lose the lark in heaven, damsel, in the light of your blue eyes : But an you will it let me see the shield.' And when the shield was brought, and Gawaiu saw Sir Lancelot's azure lions, crown' d with gold, Ramp in the field, he smote his thigh, and mock'd ; ^ Rio;ht was the Kino- ! om^ Lancelot ! that true man ! ' * And right was I,' she answer'd merrily, ' I, 182 ELAINE. Who dream'd my knight the greatest knight of all.' ' And if Zch-eam'd/ said Gawain, ' that you love This greatest knight, your pardon ! lo, you know it ! Speak therefore : shall I waste myself in vain ? ' Full simple was her answer ' What know 1 1 My brethren have been all my fellowship, "• And T, when often they have talk'd of love, AVish'd it had been m}'- mother, for they talk'd, Mesecm'd, of what they knew not ; so myself — I know not if I know wdiat true love is. But if I know, then, if I love not him, Methinks there is none other I can love.' * Yea, by God's death,' said he, 'you love him well, But would not, knew you what all others know, And whom he loves.' ' So be it,' cried Elaine, And lifted her fair face and moved away : But he pursued her calling ' Stay a little ! One golden minute's grace : he wore your sleeve : Would he break faith with one I may not name ? Must our true man change like a leaf at lust 1 ELAINE. 183 May it be so 1 why then, far be it from me To cross our mighty Lancelot in his loves I And, damsel, for I deem vou know full well Where yoiu' great knight is hidden, let me leave My quest with you ; the diamond also : here ! For if you love, it will be sweet to give it ; And if he love, it will be sweet to have it From your own hand ; and w^hether he love or not, A diamond is a diamond. Fare you well A thousand times I — a thousand times farewell I Yet, if he love, and his love hold, we two May meet at court hereafter : there, I think, So you will learn the courtesies of the court, We two shall know each other.' Then he gave, And slightlj^ kiss'd the hand to which he gave. The diamond, and all wearied of the quest Leapt on his horse, and carolling as he went A true-love ballad, lightly rode away. 184 ELAINE. Thence to the court he past ; there told the King "What the King knew ' Sir Lancelot is the knight.' And added ' Sire, my liege, so much I learnt ; But fail'd to find him tho' I rode all round The region : but I lighted on the maid, Whose sleeve he wore ; she loves him ; and to her, Deeming our courtesy is the truest law, I gave the diamond : she will render it ; For by mine head she knows his hiding-place.' The seldom-frowning King frown' d, and replied, ' Too courteous truly ! you shall go no more On quest of mine, seeing that you forget Obedience is the courtesy due to kings.' He spake and parted. Wroth but all in awe, For twenty strokes of the blood, without a word, Linger'd that other, staring after him ; Then shook his hair, strode off, and buzz'd abroad About the maid of Astolat, and her love. ELAINE. 185 All ears were prick'd at once, all tongues were loosed : ' The maid of Astolat loves Sir Lancelot, Sir Lancelot loves the maid of Astolat.' Some read the King's face, some the Queen's, and all Had marvel what the maid might be, but most Predoom'd her as unworthy. One old dame Came suddenly on the Queen with the sharp news. She, that had heard the noise of it before, But sorrowing Lancelot should have stoop' d so low, Marr'd her friend's point with pale tranquillity. So ran the tale like fire about the com-t. Fire in dry stubble a nine days' wonder flared : Till ev'n the knights at banquet twice or .thrice Forgot to drink to Lancelot and the Queen, And pledging Lancelot and the lily maid Smiled at each other, while the Queen who sat With lips severely placid felt the knot Climb in her throat, and with her feet unseen Crush'd the wild passion out against the floor Beneath the banquet, where the meats became ISG ELAINE. As wormwood, and she hated all who pledged. But far away the maid in Astolat, Her guiltless rival, she that ever kept The one-day-scen Sir Lancelot in her heart, Crept to her father, while he mused alone, Sat on his knee, stroked his gray face and said. ' Father, you call me wilful, and the fault Is yours who let me have my will, and nov.', Sweet father, will you let me lose my wits V ' Nay,' said he, ' surely.' ' Wherefore let me hence,' She answer' d, ' and find out our dear Lavaine.' ' You will not lose your wits for dear Lavaine : Bide,' answer'd he : ' we needs must hear anon Of him, and of that other.' ' Ay,' she said, ' And of that other, for I needs must hence And find that other, wheresoe'er he be. And with mine ovni hand give his diamond to him, Lest I be found as faithless in the quest As yon proud Prince who left the quest to me. ELAINE. 187 Sweet father, I behold him in my dreams Gaunt as it were the skeleton of himself, Death-pale, for lack of gentle maiden's aid. The gentler-born the maiden, the more bound. My father, to be sweet and serviceable To noble knights in sickness, as you know, When these have woni their tokens : let me hence I pray you.' Then her father nodding said, ' Ay, ay, the diamond : wdt you well, my child. Right fain were I to learn this knight w^ere whole. Being our greatest : yea, and you must give it — And siu-e I think this fruit is hung too high For any mouth to gape for save a Queen's — Nay, I mean nothing : so then, get you gone, Being so very wilful you must go.' Lightly, her suit allow' d, she slipt away, And while she made her ready for her ride, Her father's latest word humm'd in her ear, * Being so very wilful you must go,' ISS ELAINE. And cliangcd itself and echoed in her heart, ' Being so very wilful you must die.' But she was happy enough and shook it off, As we shake off the bee that buzzes at us ; And in her heart she answer'd it and said, ^ What matter, so I hel^ him back to life ? ' Then far away with good Sir Torre for guide Eode o'er the long backs of the bushless downs To Camelot, and before the city-gates Came on her brother with a hapj)y face Making a roan horse caper and curvet For pleasure all about a field of flowers : Whom when she saw, ' Lavaine,' she cried, ' Lavaine, How fares my lord Sir Lancelot *? ' He amazed, * Torre and Elaine ! why here 1 Sir Lancelot ! How know you my lord's name is Lancelot 1 ' But when the maid had told him all her tale. Then turn'd Sir Torre, and being in his moods Left them, and under the strange-statued gate, AVhere Arthur's wars were render d mystically, ELAINE. 189 Past up the still rich city to his kin, His own far blood, which dwelt at Camelot ; And her Lavaiue across the poplar grove Led to the caves : there first she saw the casque Of Lancelot on the wall : her scarlet sleeve, Tho' carved and cut, and half the pearls aw\ay, Stream'd from it still ; and in her heart she laugh'd, Because he had not loosed it from his helm. But meant once more perchance to tourney in it. And when they gain'd the cell in which he slept, His battle-w^-ithen arms and mighty hands Lay naked on the vrolfskin, and a dream Of dragging down his enemy made them move. Then she that saw him lying unsleek, unshorn, Gaunt as it were the skeleton of himself. Uttered a little tender dolorous cry. The sound not wonted in a place so still Woke the sick knight, and w^hile he roli'd his eyes Yet blank from sleep, she stai-ted to him, saying ' Your prize the diamond sent you by the King : ' 190 ELAINE. His eyes glisten' d : she fancied ' is it for me 1 ' And when the maid had told him all the tale Of King and Prince, the diamond sent, the quest Assign' d to her not worthy of it, she knelt Full lowly by the corners of his bed, And laid the diamond in his open hand. Her face was near, and as we kiss the child That does the task assign' d, he kiss'd her fiice. At once she slipt like water to the floor. * Alas,' he said, ' your ride has wearied you. Rest must you have.' ' No rest for me,' she said ; ' Nay, for near you, fair lord, I am at rest.' What might she mean by that '? his large black eyes, Yet larger thro' his leanness, dwelt upon her, Till all her heart's sad secret blazed itself In the heart's colours on her simple face ; And Lancelot look'd and was perplext in mind, And being weak in body said no more ; But did not love the colour ; woman's love, Save one, he not regarded, and so turned ELAINE. 191 Sighing, and feign' d a sleep until he slept. Then rose Elaine and glided thro' the fields, And past beneath the wildly-sculptured gates Far up the dim rich city to her kin ; There bode the night : but woke with dawn, and past Down thro' the dim rich city to the fields, Thence to the cave : so day by day she past In either twilight ghost-like to and fro Gliding, and every day she tended him, And likewise many a night : and Lancelot Would, tho' he call'd his wound a little hm-t Whereof he should be quickly whole, at times Brain-feverous in his heat and agony, seem Uncom-teous, even he : but the meek maid Sweetly forbore him ever, being to him Meeker than any child to a rough nurse, Milder than any mother to a sick child, And never woman yet, since man's first fall, Did kindlier unto man, but her deep love 192 ELAINE. Upbore her ; till the hermit, skill' d in all The simples and the science of that time, Told him that her fine care had saved his life. And the sick man forgot her simple blush, "Would call her friend and sister, sweet Elaine, Would listen for her coming and regret Her parting step, and held her tenderly. And loved her with all love except the love Of man and woman when they love their best Closest and sweetest, and had died the death In any knightly fashion for her sake. And peradventm-e had he seen her first She might have made this and that other world Another w-orld for the sick man ; but now^ The shackles of an old love straiten' d him, His honour rooted in dishonour stood. And fiiith unfaithful kept him falsely true. Yet the great knight in his mid-sickness made Full many a holy vow and piu-e resolve. . ELAINE. 193 These, as but born of sickness, could not live : For when the blood ran lustier in him ao-ain. Full often the sweet image of one face, Making a treacherous quiet in his heart, Dispersed his resolution like a cloud. Then if the maiden, while that ghostly grace Beam'd on his fancy, spoke, he answer'd not, Or short and coldly, and she knew right well What the rough sickness meant, but what this meant She knew not, and the sorrow dimm'd her sight, And di'ave her ere her time across the fields Far into the rich city, where alone She miumm-'d 'vain, in vain : it cannot be. He will not love me : how then 1 must I die.' Then as a little helpless innocent bird, That has but one plain passage of few notes. Will sing the simple passage o'er and o'er For all an April morning, till the ear Wearies to hear it, so the simple maid Went half the night repeating, ' must I die ? ' o 191 ELAINE. And now to right slie turn'd, and now to left, And found no ease in turning or in rest ; And ' him or death ' she mutter' d, ' death or him,' Again and hke a bm'then, ' liim or death.' But when Sir Lancelot's deadly hurt was whole, To Astolat returning rode the three. There morn by morn^ arraying her sweet self In that wherein she deem'd she look'd her best, She came before Sir Lancelot, for she thought ^ If I be loved, these are my festal robes, If not, the victim's flowers before he falL' And Lancelot ever prest upon the maid That she should ask some goodly gift of him For her own self or hers ; ' and do not shun To speak the wish most near to your true heart ; Such service have you done me, that I make j\Iy will of yours, and Prince and Lord am I In mine own land, and what I will I can.' Then like a ghost she lifted up her face, r ELAINE. 19o But like a ghost without the power to speak. Aud Lancelot saw that she withheld her wish, And bode among them yet a little space Till he should leani it ; and one morn it chanced He found her in among the garden yews, And said, ' Delay no longer, speak youi' wish. Seeing I must go to-day : ' then out she brake ; * Going ? and we shall never see you more. And I must die for want of one bold word.' * Speak : that I live to hear,' he said, 'is yours.' Then suddenly and passionately she spoke : ^ I have gone mad. I love you : let me die.' * Ah sister,' answer'd Lancelot, ' what is this ? ' And innocently extending her white arms, ^ Your love,' she said, ' your love — to be your wife.' And Lancelot answer'd, ' Had I chos'u to wed, I had been wedded earlier, sweet Elaine : But now there never will be wife of mine.' ^ X o, no/ she cried, ' I care not to be wife. But to be with vou still, to see vour face, o 2 19G ELAINE. To serve you, and to follow you thro' the world.' And Lancelot answer' d, ' Nay, the world, the world, All ear and eye, with such a stupid heart To interpret ear and eye, and such a tongue To blare its own interpretation — nay, Full ill then should I quit your brother's love. And your good father's kindness.' And she said ' Not to be with you, not to see your face — Alas for me then, my good days are done.' ' Nay, noble maid,' he answer'd, ^ ten times nay I This is not love : but love's first flash in youth. Most common : yea I know it of mine own self : And you yourself will smile at your own self Hereafter, when you yield yom* flower of life To one more fitly yours, not thrice your age : And then will I, for true you are and sweet Beyond mine old belief in womanhood, More specially should your good knight be poor, Endow you with broad land and territory Even to the half my realm beyond the seas, ELAINE. 197 So that would make you liappy : furthermore, Ev'n to the death, as tho' you were my blood, In all your quaiTels will I be your knight. This will I do, dear damsel, for your sake, And more than this I cannot.' \\niile he spoke She neither blush' d nor shook, but deathly-pale Stood gi'asping what was nearest, then replied ; * Of all this will I nothing;' and so fell, And thus they bore her swooning to her tower. Then siDake, to whom thro' those black walls of vew Their talk had pierced, her father. ' Ay, a flash, I fear me, that will strike my blossom dead. Too courteous are you, fair Lord Lancelot. I pray you, use some rough discoiu'tesy To blunt or break her passion.' Lancelot said, 'That were against me : what I can I will ;' And there that day remain' d, and toward even 198 ELAINE. Sent for his shield : full meekly rose the maid, Stript off the case, and gave the naked shield ; Then, when she heard his horse upon the stones, Unclasping flung the casement back, and look'd Down on his helm, from which her sleeve had gone. And Lancelot knew the little clinking sound ; And she by tact of love was well aware That Lancelot knew that she was looking at him. And yet he glanced not up, nor waved his hand, Nor bad farewell, but sadly rode away. This was the one discourtesy that he used. So in her tower alone the maiden sat : His very shield was gone ; only the case. Her own poor work, her empty labour, left. But still she heard him, still his picture form'd And grew between her and the pictured wall. Then came her father, saying in low tones * Have comfort,' whom she greeted quietly. Then came her brethren saying, ' Peace to thee ELAINE. 199 Sweet sister,' whom she answer' d with all calm. But when they left her to herself again, Death, like a friend's voice from a distant field Approaching thro' the darkness, call'd ; the owls "Wailing had power upon her, and she mixt Her fancies wdth the sallow-rifted glooms Of evening, and the moanings of the wind. And in those days she made a little song. And call'd her song ' The Song of Love and Death,' And sang it : sweetly could she make and sing. " Sweet is true love tho' s^iven in vain, in vain ; And sweet is death who puts an end to pain : I know not which is sweeter, no, not I. " Love, art thou sweet ? then bitter death must be : Love, thou art bitter ; sweet is death to me. Love, if death be sweeter, let me die. 200 ELAINE. " Sweet love, that seems not made to fade awav. Sweet death, that seems to make us loveless clav, I know not -which is sweeter, no, not I. " I fain would follow love, if that could be ; 1 needs must follow death, w^ho calls for me ; Call and I follow, I follow ! let me die." High with the last line scaled her voice, and this, All in a fiery dawning wdld with wind That shook her tower, the brothers heard, and thought With shuddering ' Hark the Phantom of the house That ever shrieks before a death,' and call'd The father, and all three in liuny and fear Ean to her, and lo ! the bloodred light of dawn Flared on her face, she shrilling ^ Let me die ! ' As wdien we dwell upon a word we know Repeating, till the word we know so well Becomes a wonder and we know not whv, ELAINE. 201 So dwelt the fatlier ou her face and thought ^ Is this Elaine 1 ' till back the maiden fell, Then gave a languid hand to each, and lay, Speaking a still good-morrow with her eyes. At last she said ' Sweet brothers, yesternight I seem'd a curious little maid again, As happy as when we dw^elt among the woods, And when you used to take me with the flood Up the gTcat river in the boatman's boat. Only you would not pass beyond the cape That has the poplar on it : there you fixt Your limit, oft returning with the tide. And yet I cried because you would not pass Beyond it, and far up the shining flood Until we found the palace of the king. And yet you w^ould not ; but this night I dream'd That I was all alone upon the flood, And then I said " Now shall I have my w^ill :" And there I woke, but still the wish remain'd. So let me hence that I may pass at last 202 ELAINE. Beyond the poplar and far up the flood, Until I find the palace of the king. There will I enter in among them all, And no man there will dare to mock at me ; But there the fine Gawain will wonder at me. And there the great Sir Lancelot muse at me ; Gawain, who bad a thousand farewells to me, Lancelot, who coldly went nor bad me one : And there the King will know me and my love. And there the Queen herself will pity me, And all the gentle court will welcome me. And after my long voyage I shall rest ! ' ' Peace,' said her father, ' my child, you seem Light-headed, for what force is yours to go, So far, being sick 1 and wherefore would you look On this proud fellow again, who scorns us all ? ' Then the rough Torre began to heave and move. And bluster into stormy sobs and say. ELAINE. 203 I never loved him : an I meet with him, I care not howsoever great he be, Then will I strike at him and strike him down, Give me good fortune, I will strike him dead, For this discomfort he hath done the house.' To which the gentle sister made reply, ' Fret not yourself, dear brother, nor be wroth, Seeing: it is no more Sir Lancelot's fault Xot to love me, than it is mine to love Him of all men who seems to me the highest.' * Highest 1 ' the Father answer' d, echoing ' highest ? * (He meant to break the passion in her) ' nay. Daughter, I know not what you call the highest ; But this I know, for all the people know it. He loves the Queen, and in an open shame : And she returns his love in open shame. If this be high, what is it to be low V 204 ELAINE. Then spake the lily maid of Astolat ; ' Sweet father, all too faint and sick am I For anger : these are slanders : never yet Was noble man but made ignoble talk. He makes no friend who never made a foe. But now it is my glory to have loved One peerless, without stain : so let me pass. My father, howsoe'er I seem to you, Not all unhappy, having loved God's best And greatest, tho' my love had no return : Yet, seeing you desire your child to live. Thanks, but you work against your ov.t.i desh*e ; For if I could believe the things you say I should but die the sooner ; wherefore cease, Sweet father, and bid call the ghostly man Hither, and let me shrive me clean, and die.' So when the ghostly man had come and gone, She with a face, bright as for sin forgiven. Besought Lavaine to write as she devised ELAINE.^ 205 A letter, word for word ; and when lie ask'd ' Is it for Lancelot, is it for my dear lord ? Then will I bear it gladly ; ' she replied, ' For Lancelot and the Queen and all the world. But I myself must bear it.' Then he wTote The letter she devised ; which being writ And folded, ' sweet father, tender and true. Deny me not,' she said — ' you never yet Denied my fancies — this, however strange, My latest : lay the letter in my hand A little ere I die, and close the hand Upon it ; I shall guard it even in death. And when the heat is gone from out my heart, Then take the little bed on which I died For Lancelot's love, and deck it like the Queen's For richness, and me also like the Queen In all I have of rich, and lay me on it. And let there be prepared a chariot-bier To take me to the river, and a barge Be ready on the river, clothed in black. 206 ELAINE. I go in state to com-t, to meet the Queen. There sm^ely I shall speak for mine own self, And none of you can speak for me so well. And therefore let oui' dumb old man alone Go with me, he can steer and row, and he Will guide me to that palace, to the doors.' She ceased : her father promised ; whereupon She grew so cheerful that they deem'd her death Was rather in the fantasy than the blood. But ten slow mornings past, and on the eleventh Her father laid the letter in her hand, And closed the hand upon it, and she died. So that day there was dole in Astolat. But when the next sun brake from underground^ Then, those two brethren slowly with bent brows Accompanying, the sad chariot-bier Past like a shadow thro' the field, that shone Full-summer, to that stream whereon the barge, ELA.INE, 20; Pall'd all its leng'tli in blackest samite, lay. There sat the lifelong creature of the house, Loyal, the dumb old seryitor, on deck, Winking his eyes, and twisted all his face. So those two brethren from the chariot took And on the black decks laid her in her bed, Set in her hand a lily, o'er her hun^- The silken case with braided blazonings, And kiss'd her quiet brows, and saying to her ' Sister, farewell for eyer,' and again ' Farewell, sweet sister,' parted all in tears. Then rose the dumb old ser\4tor, and the dead Steer d by the dumb went upward with the flood — In her rio-ht hand the lily, in her left The letter — all her brio-ht hair streamino; down — And all the coyerlid was cloth of gold Drawn to her waist, and she herself in white All but her face, and that clear-featured face Was loyely, for she did not seem as dead But fast asleep, and lay as tho' she smiled. 203 ELAINE. That day Sir Lancelot at the palace craved Audience of Guinevere, to give at last The 23rice of half a realm, his costly gift, Hard- won and hardly won with bruise and blow, With deaths of others, and almost his own, The nine-years-fought-for diamonds : for he saw One of her house, and sent him to the Queen Bearing his wish, whereto the Queen agreed With such and so unmoved a majesty She might have seem'd her statue, but that he, Low-drooping till he wellnigh kiss'd her feet For loyal aw^e, saw with a sidelong eye The shadow of a piece of pointed lace. In the Queen's shadow^, vibrate on the w^alls, And parted, laughing in his com-tly heart. All in an oriel on the summer side, Yine-clad, of Arthur's palace toward the stream, They met, and Lancelot kneeling utter' d, ' Queen, Lady, my liege, in whom I have my joy. ELAINE. 209 Take, what I had not won except for yon, These jewels, and make me happy, making them An armlet for the roundest arm on earth. Or necklace for a neck to which the swan's Is tawnier than her cygnet's : these are words : Your beauty is your beauty, and I sin In speaking, yet grant my worship of it Words, as we grant grief tears. Such sin in words Perchance, we both can pardon : but, my Queen, I hear of rumom^s flying thro' your court. Our bond, as not the bond of man and wife. Should have in it an absoluter trust To make up that defect : let rumours be : AVhen did not rumours fly 1 these, as I trust That you trust me in your own nobleness, I may not well believe that you believe.' While thus he spoke, half turn'd away, the Queen Brake from the vast oriel-embowering vine Leaf after leaf, and tore, and cast them ofl", 210 ELAINE. Till all the place whereon she stood was green ; Then, when he ceased, in one cold passive hand Keceived at once and laid aside the gems There on a table near her, and replied. * It may be, I am quicker of belief Than you believe me, Lancelot of the Lake. Our bond is not the bond of man and wife. This good is in it, whatsoe'er of ill, It can be broken easier. I for you This many a year have done despite and wrong- To one whom ever in my heart of hearts I did acknowledge nobler. What are these ? Diamonds for me ! they had been thrice their worth Being your gift, had you not lost yom- own. To loyal hearts the value of all gifts Must vary as the giver's. Not for me ! For her ! for your new fancy. Only this Grant me, I pray you : have your joys apart. I doubt not that however changed, you keep ELAINE. 211 So much of what is graceful : and myself Would shun to break those bounds of coui'tesj In which as Ai'thur's queen I move and rule : So cannot speak my mind. An end to this ! A strange one ! yet I take it with Amen. So pray you, add my diamonds to her pearls ; Deck her with these ; tell her, she shines me down : An armlet for an arm to which the Queen's Is haggard, or a necklace for a neck as much fairer — as a faith once fair Was richer than these diamonds — hers not mine — Nay, by the mother of our Lord himself, Or hers or mine, mine now to work my will — She shall not have them.' Saying which she seized. And, thro' the casement standing wide for heat. Flung them, and down they flash' d, and smote the stream. Then from the smitten surface flash' d, as it were, Diamonds to meet them, and they past away. p 2 212 ELAINE. Then while Sh- Lancelot leant, in half disgust At love, life, all things, on the window ledge, Close underneath his eyes, and right across Where these had fallen, slowly past the barge Whereon the lily maid of Astolat Lay smiling, like a star in blackest night. But the wild Queen, who saw not, burst away To weep and wail in secret ; and the barge, On to the palace-doorway sliding, paused. There two stood arm'd, and kept the door ; to whom, All up the marble stair, tier over tier, Were added mouths that gaped, and eyes that ask'd ' What is it ? ' but that oarsman's haggard face, As hard and still as is the face that men Shape to then- fancy's eye from broken rocks On some cliff-side, appall' d them, and they said, ' He is enchanted, cannot speak — and she. Look how she sleeps — the Faiiy Queen, so fair ! Yea, but how pale ! what are they ? flesh and blood 1 ELAINE. 213 Or come to take the King to fairy land ? For some do hold our Arthm- cannot die, But that he passes into fairy land.' While thus they babbled of the King, the King Came o-irtwithknio-hts : then turn'd the ton^ueless man From the half-face to the full eye, and rose And pointed to the damsel, and the doors. So Arthur bad the meek Sir Percivale And pure Sir Galahad to uplift the maid ; And reverently they bore her into hall. Then came the fine Gawain and wonder'd at her. And Lancelot later came and mused at her, And last the Queen herself and pitied her : But Arthur spied the letter in her hand, Stoopt, took, brake seal, and read it ; this was all. * Most noble lord, Sir Lancelot of the Lake, I, sometime call'd the maid of Astolat, Come, for you left me taking no farewell, 214 ELAINE. Hither, to take my last farewell of you. I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death. And therefore to our lady Guinevere, And to all other ladies, I make moan. Pray for my soul, and yield me burial. Pray for my soul thou too, Sir Lancelot, As thou art a knight peerless.' Thus he read. And ever in the reading, lords and dames Wept, looking often from his face who read To hers which lay so silent, and at times. So touch'd were they, half-thinking that her lips, Who had devised the letter, moved again. Then freely spoke Sir Lancelot to them all ; ' My lord liege Arthur, and all ye that hear. Know that for this most gentle maiden's death Right heavy am I ; for good she was and true. But loved me with a love beyond all love ELAINE. 215 In women, whomsoever I have known. Yet to be loved makes not to love again ; Not at my years, however it hold in youth. I swear by truth and knighthood that I gave No cause, not willingly, for such a love : To this I call my friends in testimony, Her brethren, and her father, who himself Besought me to be plain and blunt, and use, To break her passion, some discourtesy Against my nature : what I coidd, I did. I left her and I bad her no farewell. Tho,' had I di'eamt the damsel would have died, I might have put my wits to some rough use. And help'd her from herself. ' Then said the Queen (Sea was her w^ath, yet working after storm) ' You might at least have done her so much grace, Fair lord, as would have help'd her from her death.' He raised his head, their eyes met and hers fell. He adding, 216 ELAINE. ' Queen, she would not be content Save that I wedded her, which could not be. Then might she follow me thro' the world, she ask'd ; It could not be. I told her that her love Was but the flash of youth, would darken down To rise hereafter in a stiller flame Toward one more worthy of her — then would I, More specially were he, she wedded, poor, Estate them with large land and territory In mine own realm beyond the narrow seas. To kee'p them in all joyance : more than this I could not ; this she would not, and she died.' He pausing, Arthur answer' d, ' my knight, It will be to your worship, as my knight. And mine, as head of all our Table Round, To see that she be buried worshipfuUy.' So toward that shrine which then in all the realm Was richest, Arthur leading, slowly went ELAINE. 217 The marshal!' d order of their Table Round, And Lancelot sad beyond his wont, to see The maiden buried, not as one unknown, Nor meanly, but with gorgeous obsequies, And mass, and rolling music, like a Queen. And when the knights had laid her comely head Low in the dust of half-forgotten kings. Then Arthur spake among them, ' Let her tomb Be costly, and her image thereupon. And let the shield of Lancelot at her feet Be carven, and her lily in her hand. And let the story of her dolorous voyage For all true hearts be blazon'd on her tomb In letters gold and azure !' which was wi^ought Thereafter ; but when now the lords and dames And people, from the high door streaming, brake Disorderly, as homeward each, the Queen, Who mark'd Sir Lancelot where he moved apart, Drew near, and sigh'd in passing * Lancelot, Forgive me ; mine was jealousy in love.' 218 ELAINE. He answer'd with his eyes upon the ground, ' That is love's curse j pass on, my Queen, forgiven.' But Arthur who beheld his cloudy brows Approach'd him, and with full affection flung One arm about his neck, and spake and said. ' Lancelot, my Lancelot, thou in whom I have Most love and most affiance, for I know What thou hast been in battle by my side, And many a time have watch' d thee at the tilt Strike down the lusty and long-practised knight, And let the younger and unskill'd go by To win his honour and to make his name. And loved thy courtesies and thee, a man Made to be loved ; — but now I would to God, For the wild people say wild things of thee, Thou coidd'st have loved this maiden, shaped, it seems, By God for thee alone, and from her face, If one may judge the living by the dead, Delicately pure and marvellously fair. ELAINE. 219 Who might have brought thee, now a lonely man Wifeless and heirless, noble issue, sons Born to the glory of thy name and fame, My knight, the great Sir Lancelot of the Lake.' Then answer'd Lancelot, ' Fair she was, my King, Pure, as you ever wish yoiu- knights to be. To doubt her fairness were to want an eye. To doubt her pureness were to want a heart — Yea, to be loved, if what is worthy love Could bind him, but free love will not be bound.' ' Free love, so bound, were freest,' said the King. Let love be free ; free love is for the best : And, after heaven, on our dull side of deatli, What should be best, if not so pure a love Clothed in so pure a loveliness ? yet thee She fail'd to bind, tho' being, as I think. Unbound as yet, and gentle, as I know. 220 ELAINE. And Lancelot answer' d nothing, but he went, And at the inrunning of a little brook Sat by the river in a cove, and watch' d The high reed wave, and lifted up his eyes And saw the barge that brought her moving down, Far-off, a blot upon the stream, and said Low in himself ' Ah simple heart and sweet, You loved me, damsel, surely with a love Far tenderer than my Queen's. Pray for thy soul ? Ay, that will I. Farewell too — now at last — Farewell, fair lily. " Jealousy in love ? " Not rather dead love's harsh heir, jealous pride ? Queen, if I grant the jealousy as of love, May not your crescent fear for name and fame Speak, as it waxes, of a love that wanes ? Why did the King dwell on my name to me 1 Mine own name shames me, seeming a reproach, Lancelot, whom the Lady of the lake Stole from his mother — as the story runs — She chanted snatches of mysterious song ELAINE. 221 Heard on the winding waters, eve and morn She kiss'd me saying thou art fan-, my child, As a king's son, and often in her arms She bare me, pacing on the dusky mere. Would she had drown'd me in it, where'er it be ! For what am I ? what profits me my name Of gi'eatest knight 1 I fought for it, and have it : » Pleasm-e to have it, none ; to lose it, pain ; Now gi'own a part of me : but what use in it ? To make men worse by making my sin known 1 Or sin seem less, the sinner seeming gi'eat ? Alas for Arthiu-'s greatest knight, a man Not after Arthm-'s heart ! I needs must break These bonds that so defame me : not without She wills it : would I, if she will'd it ] nay, Who knows ? but if I would not, then may God, I pray him, send a sudden Angel down To seize me by the hair and bear me far. And fling me deep in that forgotten mere. Among the tumbled fragments of the hills.' 222 ELAINE. So groan' d Sir Lancelot in remorseful pain, Not knowing he should die a holy man. GUINEVERE. GUINEVERE. QuEEX Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Ahnesbury Weeping, none with her save a httle maid, A novice : one low light betwixt them barn'd Blun-'d by the creeping mist, for all abroad, Beneath a moon unseen albeit at full, The white mist, like a fiice-cloth to the face, Clung to the dead earth, and the land was still, For hither had she fled, her cause of flight Sir Modred ; he the nearest to the King, His nephew, ever like a subtle beast Lay couchant with his eyes upon the throne. Heady to spring, waiting a chance : for this, Q 226 GUINEVERE. He cliill'd the popular praises of the King With silent smiles of slow disparagement ; And tamper'd with the Lords of the White Horse, Heathen, the brood by Hengist left ; and sought To make disruption in the Table Round Of Arthur, and to splinter it into feuds Serving his traitorous end ; and all his aims Were sharpen' d by strong hate for Lancelot. For thus it chanced one morn when all the coui't, Green-suited, but with plumes that mock'd the may. Had been, their wont, a-maying and return' d, That Modred still in green, all ear and eye, Climb' d to the high top of the garden-wall To s|)y some secret scandal if he might. And saw the Queen who sat betwixt her best Enid, and lissome Vivien, of her court The wiliest and the worst ; and more than this He saw not, for Sir Lancelot passing by vSpied where he couch' d, and as the gardener's hand GUIXEVERE. 227 Picks from the colewort a green caterpillar, So from the high wall and the flowering grove Of grasses Lancelot pluck'd him by the heel, And cast him as a worm npon the way ; But when he knew the Prince tho' marr'd with dust, He, reverencing king's blood in a bad man. Made such excuses as he might, and these Full knightly without scorn ; for in those days No knight of Arthur's noblest dealt in scorn ; But, if a man were halt or hunch' d, in him By those whom God had made fidl-limb'd and tall, Scorn was allow'd as part of his defect, And he was answer' d softly by the King And all his Table. So Sir Lancelot holp To raise the Prince, who rising twice or thrice Full sharply smote his knees, and smiled, and went : But, ever after, the small violence done Ptankled in him and ruffled all his heart. As the sharp wind that ruffles all day long A little bitter pool about a stone Q 2 228 GUINEVERE. On the bare coast. But when Sir Lancelot told This matter to the Queen, at first she laugh'd Lightly, to think of Modred's dusty fall, Then shudder' d, as the village wife who cries * I shudder, some one steps across my grave ;' Then laugh'd again, but faintlier, for indeed She half-foresaw that he, the subtle beast. Would track her guilt until he found, and hers Would be for evermore a name of scorn. Henceforward rarely could she front in Hall, Or elsewhere, Modred's narrow foxy face. Heart-hiding smile, and gray persistent eye : Henceforward too, the Powers that tend the soul, To help it from the death that cannot die. And save it even in extremes, began To vex and plague her. Many a time for hours. Beside the placid breathings of the King, In the dead night, grim faces came and went Before her, or a vague spiritual fear — GUINEVERE. " 229 Like to some doubtful noise of creaking doors, Heard by the watcher in a haunted house, That keeps the rust of murder on the walls — Held her awake : or if she slept, she dream' d An awful di-eam ; for then she seem'd to stand On some vast plain before a setting sun, Aud from the sun there swiftly made at her A ghastly something, and its shadow flew Before it, till it touch'd her, and she turn'd — ^Vlien lo ! her own, that broadening from her feet. And blackening, swallow'd all the land, and in it Far cities burnt, and with a cry she woke. And all this trouble did not pass but grew; Till ev'n the clear face of the guileless King, And trustful com'tesies of household life, Became her bane ; and at the last she said, ' Lancelot, get thee hence to thine own land. For if thou tarry we shall meet again, And if we meet again, some evil chance "Will make the smouldering scandal break and blaze 230 GUINEVERE. Before the people, and our lord the King.' And Lancelot ever promised, but remain' d, And still they met and met. Again she said, ' Lancelot, if thou love me get thee hence.' And then they Tvere agTced upon a night (When the good King should not be there) to meet And part for ever. Passion-pale they met And greeted : hands in hands, and eye to eye. Low on the border of her couch they sat Stammering and staring : it was then- last hour, A madness of farewells. And Moch-ed brought His creatures to the basement of the tower For testimony ; and crying with full voice ' Traitor, come out, ye are trapt at last,' aroused Lancelot, who rushing outward lionlike Leapt on him, and hurl'd him headlong, and he fell Stunn'd, and his creatures took and bare him off And all was still : then she, ^ the end is come And I am shamed for ever ; ' and he said * Mine be the shame ; mine was the sin : but rise. GUINEVEHE. 231 And fly to my strong castle overseas : There will I hide thee, till my life shall end, There hold thee with my life against the world.' She answer' d ' Lancelot, wilt thou hold me so ^ Xay friend, for we have taken our farewells. Would God, that thou could' st hide me from myself ! Mine is the shame, for I was wife, and thou Unwedded : yet rise now, and lot us fly. For I will draw me into sanctuarv, And bide my doom.' So Lancelot got her horse, Set her thereon, and mounted on his own, xVnd then they rode to the divided w^ay. There kiss'd, and parted weeping : for he past, Love-loyal to the least wish of the Queen, Back to his land ; but she to Almesbury Fled all niglit long by glimmering waste and weald, And heard the Spirits of the waste and weald Moan as she fled, or thought she heard them moan : And in herself she moan'd ' too late, too late ! ' Till in the cold wind that foreruns the morn, 2S2 GUINEVERE. A blot in heaven, the Raven, flying high. Croak' d, and she thought ' he spies a field of death ; For now the Heathen of the Northern Sea, Lured by the crimes and frailties of the court, Begin to slay the folk, and spoil the land.' And when she came to Almesbury she spake There to the nuns, and said, ' mine enemies Pursue me, but, peaceful Sisterhood, Eeceive, and yield me sanctuary, nor ask Her name, to whom ye yield it, till her time To tell you ' and her beauty, grace and power, "Wrought as a charm upon them, and they spared To ask it. So the stately Queen abode For many a week, unknown, among the nuns ; Nor with them mix'd, nor told her name, nor sought. Wrapt in her grief, for housel or for shrift. But communed only with the little maid, Who pleased her vrith a babbling heedlessness GUINEVERE. 233 Which often lured her from herself ; but now, This night, a rumour wildly blown about Came, that Sir Modred had usurped the realm, And leagued him with the heathen, while the King Was waging war on Lancelot : then she thought, * With what a hate the people and the King Must hate me,' and bow'd down upon her hands Silent, until the little maid, who brook'd No silence, brake it, uttering ' late ! so late ! What hour, I wouder, now ? ' and when she drew No answer, by and by began to hum An air the nuns had taught her ; ' late, so late ! ' Which when she heard, the Queen look'd up, and said, ' maiden, if indeed you list to sing, Sing, and unbind my heart that I may weep.' Whereat full willingly sang the little maid. " Late, late, so late ! and dark the night and chill ! Late, late, so late ! but we can enter still. Too late, too late ! ye cannot enter now. 234 GUINEVERE. " No light had we : for that we do repent ; And learning this, the bridegroom will relent. Too late, too late ! ye cannot enter now. " No light : so late ! and dark and chill the niglit ! let us in, that we may find the light ! Too late, too late : ye cannot enter now. "Have we not heard the bridegroom is so sweet 1 let us in, tho' late, to kiss his feet ! No, no, too late ! je cannot enter now." So sang the novice, while full passionately, Her head upon her hands, remembering Her thought when first she came, wept the sad Queen. Then said the little novice prattling to her. ' pray you, noble lady, weep no more ; But let my words, the words of one so small, Who knowing nothing know^s but to obey, GUINEVERE. 2C5 And if I do not there is penance given^^^ — Comfort jour sorrows ; for they do not flow From evil done ; right sui'e am I of that, "Who see your tender grace and statehness. But weigh your sorrows with our lord the King's, And weighing find them less ; for gone is he To wage grim war against Sir Lancelot there, Eound that strong castle where he holds the Queen ; And Modred whom he left in charge of all, The traitor — Ah sweet lady, the King's grief For his own self, and his own Queen, and realm. Must needs be thrice as great as any of ours. For me, I thank the saints, I am not great. For if there ever come a grief to me I cry my cry in silence, and have done : None knows it, and my tears have brought me good : But even were the griefs of little ones As great as those of great ones, yet this grief Is added to tlie griefs the great must bear, That howsoever much they may desire 2S6 GUINEVERE. Silence, the}- cannot weep behind a cloud : As even here they talk at Almesbury About the good King and his wicked Queen, And were I such a King with such a Queen, Well might I wish to veil her wickedness. But were I such a King, it could not be.' Then to her own sad heart mutter d the Queen. * AVill the child kill me with her innocent talk V But openly she answer' d *must not I, If this false traitor have displaced his lord. Grieve with the common grief of all the realm 1 ' * Yea,' said the maid, ' this is all woman's grief. That she is woman, whose disloyal life Hath wrought confusion in the Table Round Which good King Arthur founded, years ago. With signs and miracles and wonders, there At Camelot, ere the coming of the Queen.' GUINEVERE. 237 Then thought the Queen within herself again ; ' Will the child kill me with her foolish prate 1 ' But openly she spake and said to her ; ' little maid, shut in by nunnery walls, What canst thou know of Kings and Tables Round, Or what of signs and wonders, but the signs And simple miracles of thy nunnery V To whom the little novice garrulously. ' Yea, but I know : the land was full of signs And wonders ere the coming of the Queen. So said my father, and himself was knight Of the great Table — at the founding of it ; And rode thereto from Lyonnesse, and he said That as he rode, an hour or maybe tvv'ain After the sunset, down the coast, he heard Strange music, and he paused and turning — there, All dov.^! the lonely coast of Lyonnesse, Each with a beacon-star upon his head. And with a wild sea-light about his feet, 238 GUINEVERE. He saw them — headland after headland flame Far on into the rich heart of the west : And in the light the white mermaiden swam, And strong man-breasted things stood from the sea. And sent a deep sea-voice thro' all the land, To which the little elves of chasm and cleft Made ansv;er, sounding like a distant horn. So said my father — jea, and furthermore, Next morning, while he past the dim-lit woods. Himself beheld three spirits mad with joy Come dashing down on a tall wayside flower. That shook beneath them, as the thistle shakes When three gray linnets A^Tangie for the seed : And still at evenings on before his horse The flickerino- fairv-circle wheel'd and broke Flying, and link'd again, and wheel'd and broke Flying, for all the land was full of life. And when at last he came to Camelot, A wi'eath of airy dancers hand- in-hand Swung round the lighted lantern of the hall ; GUINEVERE. 239 And iu the hall itself vras such a feast As never man had di'cam'd ; for every knight Had whatsoever meat he long'd for served B}^ hands unseen ; and even as he said Down in the cellars merry bloated things Shoulder'd the spigot, straddling on the butts While the wine ran : so glad were spirits and men Before the coming of the sinful Queen.' Then spake the Queen and somewhat bitterly. ' Were they so glad ? ill prophets were tliey all, Spirits and men : could none of them foresee, ISTot even thy wise father with his sioiis And wonders, what has fall'n upon the realm 1 ' To whom the novice o-arrulously again, * Yea, one, a bard ; of whom my father said, Full many a noble war-song had he sung, Ev'u in the presence of an enemy's fleet, Between the steep cliff and the coming wave ; 240 GUINEVERE. And many a mystic lay of life and death Had chanted on the smoky mountain-tops, When romid him Lent the spirits of the hills With all their dewy hair blown back like flame : So said my father — and that night the bard Sang Arthur's glorious w^ars, and sang the King As well-nigh more than man, and rail'd at those Who call'd him the false son of Gorlois : For there was no man knew from whence he came ; But after tempest, when the long wave broke All down the thundering shores of Bude and Boss, There came a day as still as heaven, and then They found a naked child upon the sands Of wild Dundagil by the Cornish sea ; And that was Arthur ; and they foster' d him Till he by miracle w^as approven king : And that his grave should be a mystery From all men, like his birth ; and could he find A woman in her womanhood as great As he was in his manhood, then, he sang, GUINEVERE. 241 The twain together well might change the world. But even in the middle of his song He falter'd, and his hand fell from the harp, And pale he turn'd, and reel'd, and would have fall'n, But that they stay'd him up ; nor would he tell His vision ; but what doubt that he foresaw This evil work of Lancelot and the Queen ? ' Then thought the Queen ' lo ! they have set her on, Our simple-seeming Abbess and her nuns, To play upon me,' and bow'd her head nor spake. Whereat the novice crying, with clasp' d hands. Shame on her own garrulity gaiTulously, Said the good nuns would check her gadding tongue Full often, ' and, sweet lady, if I seem To vex an ear too sad to listen to me, Unmannerly, with prattling and the tales Which my good father told me, check me too : Nor let me shame my father's memory, one Of noblest manners, tho' himself would say 242 GUINEVERE. Sir Lancelot had the noblest ; and he died, Kill'd in a tilt, come next, five summers back, And left me ; but of others who remain, And of the two first-famed for courtesy — And pray you check me if I ask amiss — But pray you, which had noblest, wdiile you moved Among them, Lancelot or our lord the King 1 ' Then the pale Queen look'd up and answer'd her. ' Sir Lancelot, as became a noble knight, Was gracious to all ladies, and the same In open battle or the tilting-field Forbore his own advantage, and the King In open battle or the tilting-field Forbore his own advantage, and these two Were the most nobly-mannered men of aU ; For manners are not idle, but the fruit Of loyal nature, and of noble mind.' ' Yea,' said the maid, ' be manners such fair fniit ? GUINEVERE. 243 Then Lancelot's needs must be a thousand-fold Less noble, being, as all rumoiu' runs, The most disloyal friend in all the world.' To which a mournful answer made the Queen. ' closed about by narrowing nimnery- walls, What knowest thou of the world, and all its lights And shadows, all the wealth and all the woe 1 If ever Lancelot, that most noble knight. Were for one hour less noble than himself. Pray for him that he scape the doom of fire. And weep for her, who drew him to his doom.' ' Yea,' said the little novice, ' I pray for both ; But I should all as soon believe that his, Sir Lancelot's, were as noble as the King's, As I could think, sweet lady, yom'S would be Such as they are, were you the sinful Queen.' So she, like many another babbler, hurt B 2 244 GUINEVERE. Whom she would soothe, and harm' d where she would heal ; For here a sudden flush of wrathful heat Fired all the pale face of the Queen, w^ho cried, ' Such as thou art be never maiden more For ever ! thou their tool, set on to plague And play upon, and harry me, petty spy And traitress.' When that storm of anger brake From Guinevere, aghast the maiden rose, White as her veil, and stood before the Queen As tremulously as foam upon the beach Stands in a wind, ready to break and fly. And when the Queen had added ' get thee hence ' Fled frighted. Then that other left alone Sigh'd, and began to gather heart again, Saying in herself ' the simple, fearful child Meant nothing, but my own too-fearful guilt Simpler than any child, betrays itself. But help me, heaven, for surely I re|)ent. For what is true repentance but in thought — Not ev'n in inmost thought to think again GUINEVERE. 245 The sins that made the past so pleasant to us : And I have sworn never to see him more, To see him more.' And ev'n in saying this, Her memory from old habit of the mind Went slipping back upon the golden days In which she saw him first, when Lancelot came. Reputed the best knight and goodliest man, Ambassador, to lead her to his lord Arthur, and led her forth, and far ahead Of his and her retinue moving, they, Rapt in sweet talk or lively, all on love And sport and tilts and pleasm-e, (for the time Was may time, and as yet no sin was dream' d,) Rode under groves that look'd a paradise Of blossom, over sheets of hyacinth That seem'd the heavens upbreaking thro' the earth. And on from hill to hill, and every day Beheld at noon in some delicious dale The silk pavilions of King Arthur raised 05 246 GUINEVERE. For brief repast or afternoon repose By couriers gone before ; and on again, Till yet once more ere set of sun they saw The Dragon of the gTeat Pendragonship, That crown'd the state pavilion of the King Blaze by the rushing brook or silent well. But when the Queen immersed in such a trance, And moving thro' the past unconsciously, Came to that point, when first she saw the King Ride toward her from the city, sigh'd to find Her journey done, glanced at him, thought him cold, High, self-contain' d, and passionless, not like him, ' Not like my Lancelot ' — while she brooded thus And grew half-guilty in her thoughts again, There rode an armed warrior to the doors. A muimuiing whisper thro' the nunnery ran. Then on a sudden a cry, ' the King.' She sat Stiff-stricken, listening ; but when armed feet Thro' the long gallery from the outer doors GUINEVERE. 247 Rang coming, prone from oflf her seat she fell, And grovell'd with her face against the floor : There with her milkwhite arms and shadowy hair She made her face a darkness fi'om the Kino- : And in the darkness heard his armed feet Pause by her ; then came silence, then a voice. Monotonous and hollow like a Ghost's Denouncing judgment, but tho' changed the King's. ' Liest thou here so low, the child of one I honour' d, happy, dead before thy shame 1 Well is it that no child is born of thee. The children born of thee are sword and fire, Red iniin, and the breaking up of laws. The craft of kindred and the Godless hosts Of heathen swarming o'er the Northern Sea. Whom I, while yet Sir Lancelot, my right arm, The mightiest of my knights, abode with me. Have eveiywhere about this land of Cluist In twelve great battles ruining overthrown. 213 GUINEVERE. And knoTvest thou now from whence I come — from him, From waging bitter war with him : and he, That did not shun to smite me in worse way, Had yet that grace of courtesy in him left, He spared to hft his hand against the King Who made him knight : but many a knight was slain ; And many more, and all his kith and kin Clave to him, and abode in his own land. And many more when Modred raised revolt, Forgetful of their troth and fealty, clave To Modred, and a remnant stays with me. And of this remnant will I leave a part, True men who love me still, for whom I live, To guard thee in the wild hour coming on. Lest but a hair of this low head be harm'd. Fear not : thou shalt be gTiarded till my death. Howbeit I know, if ancient prophecies Have err'd not, that I march to meet my doom. Thou hast not made my life so sweet to me. That I the King should greatly care to live ; GUINEVERE. 249 For thou hast spoilt the purpose of my hfe. Bear with me for the last time while I show, Ev'n for thy sake, the sin which thou hast sinn'd. For when the Roman left us, and their law Relax' d its hold upon us, and the ways Were fiU'd with rapine, here and there a deed Of prowess done redi*ess'd a random wrong. But I was first of all the kings who drew The knighthood-errant of this realm and all The realms together under me, their Head, In that fair order of my Table Round, A glorious company, the flower of men, To serve as model for the mighty world, And be the fan' beginning of a time. I made them lay their hands in mine and swear To reverence the King, as if he were Their conscience, and their conscience as their King, To break the heathen and uphold the Christ, To ride abroad redressing human wrongs. To speak no slander, no, nor listen to it, 250 GUINEVERE. To lead sweet lives in purest chastity, To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her j for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid. Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man. And all this throve until I wedded thee ! Believing " lo mine helpmate, one to feel My pui'pose and rejoicing in my joy." Then came thy shameful sin with Lancelot ; Then came the sin of Tristram and Isolt ; Then others, following these my mightiest knights. And drawing foul ensample from fair names, Sinn'd also, till the loathsome opposite Of all my heart had destined did obtain, And all thro' thee ! so that this life of mine GUINEVERE. 251 I guai'd as God's high gift from scathe and wrong, Not greatly care to lose ; but rather think How sad it were for Ai'thur, should he live, To sit once more within his lonely hall. And miss the wonted number of my knights. And miss to hear high talk of noble deeds As in the golden days before thy sin. For which of us, who might be left, could speak Of the pure heart, nor seem to glance at thee ? And in thy bowers of Camelot or of Usk Thy shadow still would glide from room to room, And I should evermore be vext with thee In hanging robe or vacant ornament, Or ghostly footfall echoing on the stair. For think not, tho' thou would' st not love thy lord; Thy lord has wholly lost his love for thee. I am not made of so slight elements. Yet must I leave thee, woman, to thy shame. I hold that man the worst of public foes Who either for his own or children's sake, 252 GUINEVEEB. To save his blood from scandal, lets tlie wife Whom he knows false, abide and rule the house : For being thro' his cowardice allow'd Her station, taken everywhere for pure, She like a new disease, unknown to men. Creeps, no precaution used, among the crowd. Makes wicked lightnings of her eyes, and saps The fealty of our friends, and stirs the pulse With devil's leaps, and poisons half the young. Worst of the worst were that man he that reigns Better the King's waste hearth and aching heart Than thou reseated in thy place of light. The mockery of my people, and their bane.' He paused, and in the pause she crept an inch Nearer, and laid her hands about his feet. Far off a solitary trumpet blew. Then waiting by the doors the warhorse neigh' d As at a friend's voice, and he spake again. GUINEVERE. 253 •J ' Yet think not that I come to urge thy crimes, I did not come to curse thee, Guinevere, I, whose vast pity almost makes me die To see thee, hiying there thy golden head, My pride in happier summers, at my feet. The wrath w4iich forced my thoughts on that fierce law, The doom of treason and the flaming death, (When first I learnt thee hidden here) is past. The pang — which wdiile I weigh' d thy heart with one Too wdiolly true to dream untruth in thee, Made my tears burn — is also past, in part. And all is past, the sin is sinn'd, and I, Lo ! I forgive thee, as Eternal God Forgives : do thou for thine own soul the rest. But how to take last leave of all I loved 1 golden hair, with which I used to play Not knowing ! imperial-moulded form, And beauty such as never woman wore, Until it came a kingdom's cm^se with thee — 1 cannot touch thy lips, they are not mine. 254 GUINEVERE. But Lancelot's : nay, they never were the King's. I cannot take thy hand j that too is flesh, And in the flesh thou hast sinn'd ; and mine own flesh, Here looking down on thine polluted, cries " I loathe thee : " yet not less, Guinevere, For I was ever virgin save for thee. My love thro' flesh hath wrought into my life So far, that my doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still. Perchance, and so thou purify thy soul. And so thou lean on our fair father Christ, Hereafter in that world where all are pure We two may meet before high God, and thou Wilt sjDring to me, and claim me thine, and know I am thine husband — not a smaller soul, Nor Lancelot, nor another. Leave me that, I charge thee, my last hope. Now must I hence. Thro' the thick night I hear the trumpet blow : They summon me their King to lead mine hosts Far down to that great battle in the west. GUIXEVERE. 2,55 Where I must strike against my sister's son, Leagued with the lords of the "White Horse and knights Once mine, and strike him dead, and meet myself Death, or I know not what mysterious doom. And thou remaining here wilt learn the event ; But hither shall I never come again, Never lie by thy side, see thee no more. Farewell ! ' And while she grovell'd at his feet, She felt the King's breath wander o'er her neck. And, in the darkness o'er her fallen head. Perceived the waving of his hands that blest. Then, listening till those armed steps were gone. Rose the pale Queen, and in her anguish found The casement : ' peradventure ' so she thought, ' If I might see his face, and not be seen.' And lo, he sat on horseback at the door ! And near him the sad nuns with each a hs^ht Stood, and he gave them charge about the Queen, 25G GUINEVERE. To guard and foster her for evermore. And while he spake to these his helm was lower' d, To which for crest the golden dragon clung Of Britain ; so she did not see the face, Which then was as an angel's, but she saw, Wet with the mists and smitten by the lights, The Dragon of the great Pendi^agonship Blaze, making all the night a steam of fire. And even then he turn'd ; and more and more The moony vapoui* rolling round the King, Who seem'd the phantom of a Giant in it, Enwound him fold by fold, and made him gray And grayer, till himself became as mist Before her, moving g-hostlike to his doom. Then she stretch' d out her arms and cried aloud ' Oh Arthur ! ' there her A^oice brake suddenly, Then — as a stream that spouting from a cliff Fails in mid air, but gathering at the base Re-makes itself, and flashes down the vale — GUINEVERE. 257 Went on in passionate utterance. ' Gone — my lord ! Gone thro' my sin to slay and to be slain ! And he forgave me, and I could not speak. Farewell ? I should have answer' d his farewell. His mercy choked me. Gone, my lord the King, My own true lord ! how dare I call him mine ? The shadow of another cleaves to me, And makes me one pollution : he, the King, Call'd me polluted : shall I kill myself? What help in that ? I cannot kill my sin, If soul be soul ; nor can I kill my shame ; No, nor by living can I live it down. The days will grow to weeks, the weeks to months, The months will add themselves and make the years, The years will roll into the centuries. And mine will ever be a name of scorn. I must not dwell on that defeat of fame. Let the world be ; that is but of the world. What else ? what hope ? I think there was a hope, 258 GUINEVERE. Except he mock'd me when he spake of hope ; His hope he call'd it j but he never mocks, For mockery is the fume of httle hearts. And blessed be the King, who hath forgiven My wickedness to him, and left me hope That in mine own heart I can live down sin And be his mate hereafter in the heavens Before high God. Ah great and gentle lord, Who wast, as is the conscience of a saint Among his warring senses, to thy knights — To whom my false voluptuous pride, that took Full easily all impressions from below, Would not look up, or half- despised the height To which I would not or I could not climb — I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light — I wanted warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot — now I see thee what thou art, Thou art the highest and most human too, Not Lancelot, nor another. Is there none GUINEVERE. 259 Will tell the King I love him tho' so late ? N'ow — ere he goes to the great Battle ? none : Myself must tell him in that purer life, But now it were too daring. Ah my God, What might I not have made of thy fair world, Had I but loved thy highest creature here 1 It was my duty to have loved the highest : It surely was my profit had I known : It would have been my pleasure had I seen. We needs must love the highest when we see it, Not Lancelot, nor another.' Here her hand Grasp' d, made her vail her eyes : she look'd and saw The novice, weeping, suppliant, and said to her ' Yea, little maid, for am / not forgiven 1 ' Then glancing up beheld the holy nuns All round her, weeping ; and her heart was loosed Within her, and she wept with these and said. * Ye know me then, that wicked one, who broke 260 GUINEVERE. The vast design and pnrjDose of the King. shut me round with narrowing nunnery-walls, Meek maidens, from the voices crying " shame." 1 must not scorn myself : he loves me still. Let no one dream but that he loves me still. So let me, if you do not shudder at me Nor shun to call me sister, dwell with you ; Wear black and white, and be a nun like you ; Fast with your fasts, not feasting with your feasts ; Grieve with your griefs, not grieving at your joys. But not rejoicing ; mingle with your rites ; Pray and be pray'd for ; lie before your shrines ; Do each low office of your holy house ; Walk your dim cloister, and distribute dole To poor sick people, richer in his eyes Who ransom' d us, and haler too than I ; And treat their loathsome hurts and heal mine own ; And so wear out in almsdeed and in prayer The sombre close of that voluptuous day, Which wrought the ruin of my lord the King. ' GUINEVERE. 261 She said : they took her to themselves ; and she Still hoping, fearing ' is it yet too late ? ' Dwelt with them, till in time their Abbess died. Then she, for her good deeds and her pure life, And for the power of ministration in her, And likewise for the high rank she had borne, Was chosen Abbess, there, an Abbess, lived For three brief years, and there, an Abbess, past To where beyond these voices there is peace. THE END. BRADBURY AND EVANS, PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS. THE POET LAUREATE AND THE LATE PRINCE CONSORT. A new edition of the " Idylls of the King" contains the follow- ing dedication : — These to his memory — since he held them dear, Perchance as finding there unconsciously Some image of himself — I dedicate, I dedicate, I consecrate with tears — These Idylls. And indeed he seems to me Scarce other than my own ideal knight, " Who reverenced his conscience as his king ; Whose glory was, redressing human wrong ; Who spake no slander, no, nor listened to it ; Who loved one only, and who clave to her — " Her — over all whose realms to their last isle, Commingled with the gloom of imminent war, The shadow of his loss moved like eclipse, Darkening the world. We have lost him : he is gone : We know him now : all narrow jealousies Are silent ; and we see him as he moved, How modest, kindly, all-accomplish'd, wise, With what sublime repression of himself. And in what limits, and how tenderly ; Not swaying to this faction or to that ; Not making his high place the lawless perch Of wng'd ambitions, not a vantage gi'ound For pleasure ; but thro' all this tract of years Weai'ing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot : for where is he Who dares foreshadow for an only son A lovelier life, a more unstained, than his ? Or how should England, dreaming of his sons, Hope more for these than some inheritance Of such a life, a heart, a mind as thine. Thou noble father of her Kings to be, Laborious for her people and her poor — Voice in the rich dawn of an ampler day — Far-sighted summon er of wax* and waste To fruitful strifes and rivalries of peace — Sweet nature gilded by the gi'acious gleam Of letters, dear to Science, dear to Art, Dear to thy land and om'S, a Prince indeed, Beyond all titles, and a household name, Hereafter, through all times, Albert the Good. Break not, O woman's heart, but still endure j Break not, for thou art Royal, but endure, Remembering all the beauty of that star Which shone so close beside thee, that ye made One light together, but has past and left The Crown a lonely splendoiu'. i May all love. His love, unseen but felt, o'ershadow thee, The love of all thy sons encompass thee, The love of all thy daughters cherish thee, The love of all thy people comfort thee. Till God's love set thee at his side again. ; 1 i p 1 ' i 1 '■, 1 i "i f' r- 11 1': / ; 1 ': Ill liiii inilMiiiti lililiittiililitiililiiHiHliilHtt!