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´╗┐Title: Jaufry the Knight and the Fair Brunissende: A Tale of the Times of King Arthur
Author: Mary-Lafon, Jean Bernard Lafon, called
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JAUFRY THE KNIGHT AND THE FAIR BRUNISSENDE

A TALE OF THE TIMES OF KING ARTHUR

By Mary Lafon

Translated From The French Version by Alfred Elwes.

Illustrated With Twenty Engravings By Gustave Dore

Addey And Co.

MDCCCLVI


[Illustration: frontispiece]

[Illustration: titlepage]



ILLUSTRATIONS.

They reached the lofty rock, where, at the summit, they beheld the king
hanging thus helpless from the monster\x92s horns..........Frontispiece.

\x93Knight,\x94 then cried Jaufry to the corpse, \x93it grieves me not to know
thy slayer, or whether thou wert wrong or whether right: thou now art
dead; but if I can, I even will learn why, and by whose hand\x94.....035

\x93Knight,\x94 said Sir Jaufry, \x93thou dost press me sore\x94..............043

The wood and iron, for a cubit\x92s length, pierced through the shoulder.
..................................................................053

\x93Good Mend,\x94 he then apostrophised the knight, \x93the passage now may be
considered safe\x94..................................................054

\x93Halt, knight,\x94 he cried; \x93I\x92ll have a word with thee\x94............060

A fierce wind, in passing, swept away the last memorial of the magic
work..............................................................082

Knights and burghers, minstrels, jugglers from all countries, hither
trooping came.....................................................088

His troop returned, bearing him faint and bleeding................094

The wood was gloomy, intricate, and dense; and at the first cross-road
before him, he beheld, squatted beneath a pine, a hag, whose aspect
struck him with surprise..........................................100

\x93Heaven!\x94 Sir Jaufry cried, \x93in thee I trust; what figure have we
here?\x94............................................................110

Back returned the sable knight, hissing and growling as the thunder
doth when tempests vex the air....................................112

Jaufry with Augier\x92s daughter rode away...........................117

No wonder, then, if Jaufry were surprised to see her come thus lovely,
full of grace, and smiling as the queen of the sweet south........131

I leave you to surmise the games and joy which at the castle on that
day were seen.....................................................134

They sat them down in the great hall of the castle................136

He his efforts used to save her with the butt-end of his lance....140

Sir Jaufry found himself with two dames in a delicious land.......143

Then was the convent-church most richly decked, to which the king in
pomp conducted him with the fair Brunissende......................155

All the train which called Sir Melyan lord escorted back in triumph
to Montbran that happy pair.......................................157



TRANSLATOR\x92S PREFACE.

The description given by one of the authors of _Jauvfry_ about the
origin of the romance, and the evidence afforded by the French adapter
concerning the Mss. wherein it is contained, make it unnecessary for me
to dwell upon these particulars.

The veneration in which King Arthur\x92s name is held by all lovers of
the early romantic history of Britain will give the tale a strong
recommendation in such eyes; while the personages with which it deals
render the appearance of its characters in an English dress the more
pleasing and appropriate.

As answerable for the fashion and material of the costume, I may be
permitted to say a few words concerning the rule which has guided me
in producing it. Keeping in view that the original romance is a poem in
form and composition, I have endeavoured, in my translation, still to
preserve the poetic character; and though compelled to base my work upon
a prose version, I have tried, within certain limits, rather to restore
its original shape, than allow it, by the second ordeal to which it is
thus subjected, to lose it altogether. Whether such attempt, however
honestly conceived, has been properly carried out, must be determined by
my readers.

A.E.

King\x92s Arms,

Moorgate Street, London.



PREFACE TO THE FRENCH VERSION.

The literary world of France scarce knows the extent of its own riches.
In the catacombs of its libraries and archives there is a heap of
unknown jewels which would give a new and brighter lustre to its poetic
wreath. The \x93great age\x94 did not even suspect their existence; the
eighteenth century passed over without bestowing on them, a glance; and
if, in our days, a few of our learned brethren have conceived the idea
of drawing them to light, the rumour of their labours, which moreover
were both superficial and incomplete, never got beyond the doors of the
Institute.

There still remains, then, more especially as regards the south, to open
up the lode of this mine of gold,--a virgin mine as yet, inasmuch as
Sainte-Palaye, Rochegude, Raynouard, and Fauriel, have but scraped Upon
its surface,--and reanimate, in a poetic point of view, the middle ages,
too easily sacrificed at the period of the _renaissance_, too severely
proscribed by the University. Fed, in truth, from our entry into college
with the literature of Greece and Rome, which, however admirable in
form, is but sober in invention, we can have no conception of those
works wherein the imagination of France, youthful, vigorous, and gay,
blossomed in full freshness like a rose in spring. Some judgment may
be formed of the value of the poems rhymed by the troubadours in the
twelfth and thirteenth centuries by the romance which is now presented
to the public. Dragged from the dust beneath which it has lain buried
for six hundred years, the romance of _Jaufry_ is translated for the
first time; and when we consider the merit of the story, we may add,
without fear of contradiction, that it deserved such honour long ago.

Let the reader call up in his mind a pavilion of Smyrna or Granada, with
columns of white marble light and graceful as those of the Alhambra,
with elegant trellis-work, glass of varied hues, and filled with a
pervading tone of warmth,--the warmth of a May sun,--and he will have
some notion of the romance of _Jaufry and the fair Brunissende_:--few
things being more piquant, more fresh, more fanciful, or which better
reflect the charming caprices of a southern imagination in the middle
ages. Feudal society revives therein entire, with all its fairy doings,
its knightly fictions, its manners, and its grand lance-thrusts; and
such is the interest of the tale, that we allow ourselves to be carried
away by it with as much pleasure as our ancestors must have felt,
when it was told to the sounds of the minstrers viol in the great
castle-hall, or beneath the shadow of the tent.

Two peculiarities, which are not matter of indifference to history,
enhance the value of this poetic gem: one is, the influence of Arabic
ideas, of which it has a distant savour like the balmy oases of
the East; and the other, the inspiration which it evidently lent to
Cervantes. If, for instance, we discover therein the roc, the wishes,
and the tent of the Fairy Paribanou, as traces of the _Arabian Nights_,
we behold, on the other hand, that this romance of _Jaufry_ has
furnished the one-handed genius of Alcala with the first idea of the
adventure of the galley-slaves (_desdichados galeotes_), the cavalier
in green (_cavallero del verde gavan_), the braying of the regidors
(_rebuzno de los dos regidores_), the Princess Micomicona, and the
enchanted head. And in this respect we may be permitted to remark, that
the romance of _Jaufry_ offers matter of a piquant comparison with the
work of Miguel Cervantes. Is it not strange, after the ingenious _Don
Quixote_, to find ourselves reading with pleasure the adventures of a
knight-errant?

We should still have much to say concerning this poem and our system of
translating it; but as we are averse to useless dissertations, we will
confine our further remarks within short space. This romance, which is
written in the _Proven\xE7al_ tongue of the twelfth century, is composed
of eleven thousand one hundred and sixty verses of eight syllables. *
It was begun by a troubadour, who heard the tale related at the court of
the king of Aragon, and finished by a poet whose modesty caused him to
conceal his own name and that of his colleague. In order to render the
reading of their work more pleasant, while using our efforts to retain
the southern character and genuine tone of colour, we have pared away
some of the verbosity and tautologies which at times encumber while they
retard the progress of the action. May this flower of the genius of our
fathers retain in our modern tongue a part of that freshness and perfume
which were its attributes in former days!

     * The Imperial Library possesses two manuscript copies: one
     in small folio, written in a minute round Italian hand, with
     double columns of forty-five verses,--124 pages, classed
     under No. 291, 2d French supplement; the other, a small
     quarto, which will be found under No. 7988.



AUTHOR\x92S PREFACE.

Now of a tale of chivalry, of proper fashion, great allurement, full
of-wise and courteous instances, and wherein abound acts of great
prowess, strange adventures, assaults, encounters, and dread battles,
you may list the telling. An it amuse you, I will relate thereof all
that I do know, or that it please you to give ear unto. Let me know only
that which ye desire, and if ye be inclined to listen in good sooth.
When the minstrel doth indeed recite, neither should hearers buy nor
sell, nor in low voice hold council; for thus the recital is lost to
him who speaketh, and they methinks who listen cannot find therein great
pleasure.

I come, then, to recount to you tidings of the court of good King
Arthur; he who was so worthy, so valiant, and so wise, that his name
shall never die, but whereof shall eternally be spoken the mighty things
he did; and the good knights, all for their prowess known, whom he did
gather at his famed Round Table. In that court, the fairest and most
loyal that ever shone beneath the stars, all men did find that counsel
and that aid of which they stood in need. There triumphed right, and
there were wrongs redressed.

There dames and damsels, widows and orphans attacked unjustly, or
disinherited by force, ne\x92er failed to meet with champions. The
oppressed of all conditions there did find a refuge, and none e\x92er
sought protection there in vain. Give, then, sweet welcome to a poem the
fruit of such good place, and deign to listen unto it in peace.

The troubadour who rhymed it never knew King Arthur; but he heard
the entire story told at the court of the king of Aragon, the best of
monarchs in this world. *

     * Don Pedro III., killed in 1213 at the battle of Muret.

A worthy father and a famous son, lord of goodly fortunes, humble in
heart, and frank in nature as in mind, the king of Aragon loveth God and
feareth Him; he maintaineth faith and loyalty, peace and justice: thus
God protecteth him, giveth him the victory when he raiseth his banner
against the infidel, and placeth him above all those who are alike
worthy and bold. Where shall we seek youthful brows wearing a crown
which emitteth rays of greater splendour?

He giveth good gifts to minstrels and to knights, and his court is the
resort of all those who are esteemed brave and courteous. It was before
him the troubadour heard related, by a stranger-knight of kin to Arthur
and Sir Gawain, the song he here hath rhymed; and whereof the first
adventure occurred while the king of the Round Table held his court at
Carlisle on the day of Pentecost.



CHAPTER I. THE ADVENTURE OF THE FOREST.

\x91Twas {017}on the day of Pentecost, a feast which to Carlisle had drawn
a host of knights, that Arthur, King of Briton\x92s isle, his crown placed
on his brows, and to the old monastic church proceeded to hear mass. And
with him went a brilliant train, the Knights of the Round Table. There
were Sir Gawain, Lancelot du Lac, Tristrem, and Ivan bold, Eric frank
of heart, and Quex the seneschal, Percival and Calogrant, Cliges the
worthy, Coedis the handsome knight, and Caravis short i\x92 the arm; the
whole of his bright court, indeed, was there, and many more whose names
I have forgot.

When mass was done, they to the palace home returned \x91mid laughter and
loud noise, the thoughts of each on pleasure only bent. Each on arrival
gave his humour play. Some spoke of love, and some of chivalry; {018}and
some of ventures they were going to seek. Quex at this moment came into
the hall, holding a branch of apple in his hand. All made room for him;
for there were few who did not fear his tongue and the hard words which
it was wont to utter. This baron bold held nothing in respect. E\x92en of
the best he ever said the worst. But this apart, he was a brave stout
knight, in council sage, a valiant man of war, and lord of lineage high;
but this, his humour and his biting words took from him much that was of
right his due.

He, going straightway to the king, thus said:

\x93Sire, an it please you, it is time to dine.\x94

\x93Quex,\x94 replied Arthur, in an angry tone, \x93sure thou wast born but to
awake my wrath, and out of season ever to discourse. Have I not told
thee, ay, a thousand times, naught should induce me to partake of food,
when thus my court had met, till some adventure had turned up, some
knight were vanquished, or some maid set free. Go sit thee down at
bottom of the hall.\x94

Quex went without a word among that joyous throng, where men of all
conditions, knights and lords, minstrels and mountebanks, ceased not
their tricks, their {019}gay discourse, their laughter, till the hour of
noon. At noon, King Arthur called Sir Gawain, and thus spoke:

\x93Fair nephew, cause our chargers to be brought; for since adventure
cometh not to us, we must fain seek it in the open field; for should we
longer stay, our knights, indeed, would have a right to think that it
were time to dine.\x94

\x93Your will, my lord,\x94 Sir Gawain said, \x93shall be obeyed.\x94

And at the instant he the squires bade to saddle horses and their armour
bring. Soon were the steeds prepared, the nobles armed. The king then
girded on his famous sword, and at the head of his bold barons placed,
set out for Bressiland, a gloomy wood. Having along its deep and shady
paths awhile proceeded, the good king drew rein, and \x91mid the greatest
silence bent his ear. A distant voice was then distinctly heard, calling
at intervals for human help, and turn by turn invoking God and saints!

\x93I will ride yonder,\x94 bold King Arthur cried; \x93but with no company save
my good sword.\x94

\x93An it please you, my lord,\x94 Sir Gawain said, \x93I fain would ride with
you.\x94

\x93Not {020}so, fair nephew,\x94 the king made reply; \x93I need no company.\x94

\x93Since such your wish,\x94 said Gawain, \x93have your will.\x94

Arthur called quickly for his shield and lance, and spurred right
eagerly towards the spot whence came the plaintive voice. As he drew
near, the cries the sharper grew. The king pricked on with greater
speed, and stopped before a stream by which a mill was placed. Just at
the door he saw a woman stand, who wept, and screamed, and wrung her
trembling hands, while she her tresses tore in deep despair. The good
king, moved to pity, asked her why she grieved.

\x93My lord,\x94 she weepingly replied, \x93oh! help me, in God\x92s name! a
dreadful beast, come down from yonder mount, is there within devouring
all my corn!\x94

Arthur approached, and saw the savage beast, which truly was most
frightful to behold.

Larger than largest bull, it had a coat of long and russet fur, a
whitish neck and head, which bristled with a pile of horns. Its eyes
were large and round, its teeth of monstrous size; its jaws were
shapeless, legs of massive build; its feet were broad and square.
A giant elk were not of greater bulk. Arthur observed {021}it for a
certain time with wonder in his mind; crossing himself, he then got
off his horse, drew forth his sword, and, covered with his shield, went
straight into the mill. The beast, however, far from being scared, did
not so much as even raise its head, but from the hopper still devoured
the corn. Seeing it motionless, the king believed the beast was lack of
spirit, and, to excite it, struck it on the back: but still the creature
moved not. He then advanced, and standing right in front, lunged at the
beast as though to run it through. It did not even seem to note the act.
Arthur then cautiously laid down his shield, replaced his sword, and,
being stout and strong, he seized it by the horns, and shook it with
great force; natheless he could not make it leave the grain. In rage,
he was about to raise his fist, so as to deal it on the head a blow; but
lo! he could not then remove his hands,--they were as riveted unto its
horns.

Soon as the beast perceived its foe was caught, it raised its head; and
issued from the mill, bearing, pendant from its horns, the king, aghast,
distracted, and yet wild with rage. It then regained the wood at easy
pace; when Gawain, who, by good fortune, happed to ride before his
Mends, beheld it thus his uncle {022}carrying off,--a sight which
half-deprived him of his wits.

\x93Knights!\x94 he exclaimed aloud, \x93hie hither! help to our good lord! and
may the laggard never sit at his Round Table more! We should indeed
deserve dishonoured names were the king lost for want of timely aid.\x94 As
thus he spoke, he flew towards the beast, not waiting for the rest, and
couched his lance as though to strike at it.

But the king, fearing harm would come to him, addressed him thus:

\x93Fair nephew, thanks; but e\x92en for my sake halt. If thou do touch it, I
am surely lost; and if thou spare it, saved. I might have slain it, and
yet did not so; something now tells me I held not my hand in vain. Let
it, then, go its course; and keep my men from coming on too near.\x94

\x93My lord,\x94 Sir Gawain answered him with tears, \x93must I, then, let you
perish without help?\x94

\x93The best of help,\x94 the king rejoined, \x93will be to do my bidding.\x94

Sir Gawain was at this so much incensed, he cast down lance and shield,
he tore his cloak and handfuls from his hair.

Just {023}at this time Ivan and Tristrem came, with lances lowered, and
at top of speed; Gawain threw up his hands, and loudly cried:

\x93Strike not, my lords, for his, King Arthur\x92s sake; he\x92s a dead man if
you but touch the beast.\x94

\x93What, then, are we to do?\x94 inquired they.

\x93We\x92ll follow it,\x94 quoth Gawain: \x93if the king be hurt, the beast shall
die.\x94

The monster still kept on its even way, not seeming to remark the
knights, until a rock it reached, lofty and round and high. It scaled
it, as a swallow, rapidly; and Gawain and his friends, who at a distance
followed, sad and full of thought, saw it, when thus the summit
was attained, crawl straight towards a peak which overhung. There,
stretching out its head, it held the king suspended o\x92er the abyss.
Judge the alarm of Gawain and his friends, who each beside was almost
wild with rage! Hearing their cries, they who remained behind came up
full spur, and reached the lofty rock, where, at the summit, they beheld
the king hanging thus helpless from the monster\x92s horns. They then
gave loose to the most doleful cries that ever had been heard. I cannot
picture to you their despair. Brave knights and pages then you might
have {024}seen tearing their hair and rending their attire, that wood
reviling and the strange adventure which they had come to seek. And Quex
exclaimed, by way of final stroke:

\x93Alas! fair chivalry, how hard thy lot! this day to cause the death of
our good king, and lose thy valour when \x91twas needed most!\x94

Saying these words he sank upon the ground. The king, however, still
remained suspended in mid air, the beast meanwhile not offering to stir.
The monarch feared to drop in that abyss; and in low voice he prayed the
saints and God to save him from this pass. Then Gawain, Tristrem, and I
know not who beside, took counsel how they might heap up their robes, so
as to break the brave King Arthur\x92s fall. Gawain had scarce proposed it
to the crowd than each one doffed his garments speedily.

In haste they brought their cloaks and mantles gay; stripped off with
eagerness their doublets, hose; and in an instant every knight was bare:
such was the heap of garments \x91neath that rock, the king had fallen
without deadly risk. When this the beast beheld, it stirred as though it
would draw back, and slightly shook its head. The crowd below, alarmed,
at {025}once upraised a cry; and on their bended knees prayed Heaven
to guard the king, and bear him safe and sound. The beast with mighty
spring then leaped below; and setting Arthur free, itself it changed
into a handsome knight, in scarlet richly dad from head to heel. This
noble bent his knee before the king, and smiling said:

\x93My liege, command your men their garments to resume; they now may dine
in peace; though somewhat late, the adventure has been found.\x94

Arthur amazed, nay, half-distraught at this adventure strange, now
recognised the knight,--a courtly guest, esteemed among the brave, the
courteous, and the sage.

Adroit in arms, gay, graceful, and beloved; among the first in strife,
yet kind and modest too,--this lord was master of the seven arts, and
in all spells was versed. For some time past between him and the king a
compact stood, whereby it was agreed, if he himself transformed when all
the court was met, he should as guerdon three good gifts receive--a cup
of gold, a charger of great price, and from the fairest damsel a sweet
kiss.

Gawain at once ran up, fearing his uncle in his fell {026}was crushed;
and you may safely judge of his surprise--finding him thus, in high good
humour, stand loud laughing with the beast.

\x93In faith, fair friend,\x94 quoth he, \x93you can indeed enchant poor folks,
and force even barons to throw off their clothes.\x94

\x93You may resume them, good my lord,\x94 said the enchanter in the same gay
tone; \x93for lo! the king no longer needs their use.\x94

They did indeed soon put them on again, nor stayed to pick or choose;
the court at once returned to fair Carlisle, the monarch and Sir Gawain
riding on a-head. The palace-walls soon echoed with their joy. The pages
brought them wherewithal to wash, and soon the knights were placed about
the board. Grand was that court, and rich and brave and good; many a
puissant name, full many a king, and many a duke and count, were seated
there. Gawain the valiant knight and Ivan the well-bred, each holding
the queen\x92s arm, then led her in, where, at the table, sat she \x91neath
the king. Gawain then placed himself the other side, and Ivan by the
queen: at once with laughter they began to tell of the enchanter\x92s
skill; and when Queen Guenever, and they, the knights who were {027}not
in the wood, had learned the doings there, they were indeed surprised;
and soon loud laughed and chatted with the rest. Meanwhile Sir Quex
before the king and fair Queen Ghieneyer the golden dishes placed;
he then sat down to eat his own good meal, for he did boast a famous
appetite, while ready pages served the other knights. Nothing was
wanting at that banquet high: the roebuck, kid, and succulent wild-boar;
the crane, the bustard, capons, swans, wild-geese; peacocks, and fine
fat hens and partridges; white bread and purest wine,--of all good
things the best was there beheld. Served by a host of graceful youths
beside, the guests did honour to the feast.

Eating and drinking then engaged each thought; when straight there
entered, mounting a fleet horse, with spotted robe, a youthful squire,
tall and of noble mien. Never, do I believe, was man more finely-shaped.
His shoulders were at least two cubits broad, his features regular, his
eyes were sparkling, full of love and mirth; his hair was shining as
the brightest gold, his arms were large and square, his teeth as ivory
white. His frame, which tapered at the waist, was well developed,
and displayed his strength. His legs were long and straight, and feet
high-arched.

His {028}violet and well-cut robe rested in graceful folds on hose of
the same hue. A garland of fresh flowers crowned his brows, to which the
sun had given a deeper tint, heightening the colour of his ruddy cheeks.

Entering the hall, he alighted from his horse, and came with quick and
joyous step to kneel at the good monarch\x92s feet. He then his purpose
opened with these words:

\x93May He who made this world and all it holds; He who no suzerain
hath,--now save the king, and all that \x91s his!\x94

\x93Friend,\x94 replied Arthur, \x93thank thee for those words; if thou dost seek
a boon, it shall be thine.\x94

\x93My liege, I am a squire, come from far unto your court, because I knew
so doing I should meet the best of kings; and I conjure you for St.
Mary\x92s sake, if you so please, to arm me now a knight.\x94

\x93Friend,\x94 said the king, \x93arise, and take thy seat; it shall be done
thee even as thou wilt.\x94

\x93Never, my liege, if you permit, will I uprise from hence till you have
granted me the boon I ask.\x94

\x93It is conceded,\x94 then exclaimed the king.

The squire arose as these fair words were said, and went {029}to take
his place at that rich board. But scarcely was this done, than lo! the
guests beheld a knight, well armed, and on a charger fleet, come riding
in. Crossing the hall, he with his lance did strike a lord upon the
breast, and stretched him dying just before the queen. He then rode out,
exclaiming as he went:

\x93This have I done to shame thee, wicked king. If it do grieve thee, and
thy boasted knights should care to follow, I am Taulat Lord of Rugimon;
and each passing year, on this same day, will I return to do thee the
like scorn.\x94

Good Arthur drooped his head, enraged, yet sad; but then the squire
rose, and knelt before the king:

\x93Sire,\x94 he said, \x93now give me knightly arms, that I may follow up that
haughty lord who casts dishonour on this royal court.\x94

\x93Friend,\x94 exclaimed Quex at this, \x93your courage will be higher when
you\x92re drunk. Sit yourself down again, and drink another bout; the heart
will be the merrier, and you can better floor a knight with wine than
with a sharp-edged sword, however stout!\x94

The squire to this responded not a word, out of his duty for the worthy
king; but for such cause, Quex had {030}for his speech paid dear.
Arthur, however, gave his anger vent, and thus exclaimed:

\x93Wilt thou, then, Quex, ne\x92er hold that biting tongue until I\x92ve driven
thee from out my court? What has emboldened thee to speak thus vilely,
and to a stranger who a suit prefers? Canst thou not keep within thee
all the spite, the envy, wicked words, and slanderous thoughts with
which thou art swelling o\x92er?\x94

\x93My lord,\x94 the squire said, \x93pray let him have his say; little heed
I the flings of his forked tongue, for which I will a noble vengeance
seek. Vile word ne\x92er sullieth honour. Let me rather have a suit of
arms, to follow him who now has issued hence; for I do feel I shall not
eat at ease till he and I have met in deadly fight.\x94

The monarch courteously replied:

\x93My friend, I willingly will give thee steed, good arms, and knightly
spurs; for thou dost ask these gifts as squire of gentle birth. But thou
art all too young to fight with him who now has left this hall. Not four
among the knights of my Hound Table can dare to meet his blows, or touch
him in the field. Leave, then, this care to others; I should grieve to
lose at once so stout and brave a squire.\x94

\x93Since, {031}sire, you think me stout, and call me brave, \x91tis
wrongfully or but to jeer you wish to stay my fighting; but in that
you\x92ll not succeed save you refuse to grant the boon erewhile you
promised me;--and should a king forget his promise made, gone are his
lustre and his courtesy.\x94

The monarch answered:

\x93Friend, I yield me to thy ardent wish; thou shalt be armed a knight.\x94

He then commanded two attendant squires at once go seek his armour,
lance, a fine and tempered shield, the casque, the sharp-edged sword,
the spurs, and horse of price in full caparison; then, when they brought
the arms and horse, he caused the squire to put the hauberk on, he
buckled his right spur, girded his sword upon the youth\x92s left flank,
and having kissed him gently on the mouth, he asked of him his name.

\x93Sire, in the land where I was born my name is Jaufry, son of Dovon.\x94

The king, on hearing him speak thus, sighed heavily, and said, while
tears were in his eye:

\x93Ah! what a knight and lord of mark was this same Dovon! He was of my
table and my court. A {032}brave knight and a learned: never had he
superior in arms. None were held stouter or more dread in fight. May
God, if He so will it, grant him grace; since for my sake he died! An
archer pierced his heart with a steel bolt, while he a keep held out on
my domain in Normandy.\x94

Meanwhile a squire brought Jaufry a bay steed. The young knight placed
his hand upon the bow, and leaped upon the horse, all armed as he then
stood, without the use of stirrup; then called he for his shield and
lance, consigned the king to God, and having taken leave of all the
rest, he galloped from that hall.



CHAPTER II. ESTOUT DE VERFEIL.

The {033}charger, which was fleet and fair to view, started off like an
arrow from its bow. So that, as Jaufry left the castle-gates, he hoped
he yet should overtake the knight; and therefore cried aloud to two men
on the way:

\x93Good fellows, if you can, tell me the road just taken by the lord who
left the castle yonder even now. If naught prevent you, point me out the
way.\x94

One of those men replied:

\x93Speak you of him whose armour was so bright?\x94

\x93The same,\x94 quoth Jaufry.

\x93He is on before; you start too late, sir knight, to catch him up.\x94

\x93By Heaven!\x94 murmured Jaufry, much aggrieved, \x93he cannot flee so far,
or sink so deep, but I will reach {034}him. I\x92ll seek him the world
through, where land and sea are found, and will discover his retreat
even beneath the earth!\x94

This said, he held his course; and spurring, came to a broad causeway
where fresh prints of horses\x92 hoofs appeared upon the dust.

\x93Methinks,\x94 said Jaufry, \x93that a knight ere-while hath passed this way:
so I will follow up this selfsame road while thus the trail is seen.\x94

Putting his horse into an ambling pace, he rode on all that day without
a town or castle being met. At eventide he still continued on, when a
loud cry, followed by din of arms and clash of steel on helm, suddenly
rose from out the heavy shade.

Jaufry spurred readily towards the spot, and cried:

\x93Who are ye, lords, who at this hour do fight? Reply, since eyes of man
cannot behold you.\x94

But no one replied; and when, as fits a bold and venturous man, he
reached the place whence came the clashing noise, the fight was over and
the din had ceased. Whilst then he listened, seeing naught, and at the
silence wondering, there rose from out the shade deep sighs and moans;
when, stooping forward, he made out {035}a knight so sadly hurt the soil
was bathed in blood.

\x93Knight,\x94 cried Jaufry to the corpse, \x93it grieves me not to know thy
slayer, or whether thou wert wrong or whether right: thou art now dead;
but if I can, I even will learn why, and by whose hand.

\x93Knight,\x94 he exclaimed, \x93speak, and inform me for what, and by whom,
thou hast been so sorely used.\x94 The wounded man could not e\x92en stir his
lips or move a limb; his arms grew stiff; and, with two fearful groans,
he yielded up the ghost.

[Illustration: 051]

\x93Knight,\x94 then cried Jaufry to the corpse, \x93it grieves me not to know
thy slayer, or whether thou wert wrong or whether right: thou now art
dead; but if I can, I even will learn why and by whose hand.\x94 He then
departed, and resumed his way, now on the trot and now at ambling pace,
stopping at intervals to bend his ear and give a look around. For some
time nothing met his ear or eye; but, after having ridden for a space, a
noise of battle once again assailed him. Steel, wood, and iron met with
such dread force, it seemed as though the thunder vexed the air, and
that this din proclaimed the bursting storm. At once, then, to the side
from whence it came Sir Jaufry turned his horse; and, with his shield
about his neck, his lance in rest prepared, he spurred with ardour on,
for, in his mood, it seemed as though he ne\x92er should learn who slew the
knight and who were they that fought. On, then, to {036}that affray he
hotly came; but to behold, stretched stiff upon the ground, a knight all
armed, whose casque and head beside had by a single blow been cloven
to the teeth, while his steel hauberk was all red with gore. Jaufry his
visor raised, and touched him with his lance; but, seeing no life was
there, exclaimed with grief:

\x93Heaven! shall I, then, never know whose hand hath slain these knights?\x94

Full of impatience he resumed his course; and when he far had ridden,
lit upon another knight, whose body was so shattered with his hurts that
blood and life were oozing fast away. Moved deeply at his cries and sad
laments, Jaufry drew near, and kindly asked what hand had dealt such
measure to himself and the two others slain, and which side was moreover
in the wrong?

\x93Alas!\x94 the wounded man made answer with a sigh, \x93I will explain to you
the simple truth. It is Estout, the master of Verfeil, who has reduced
us to the state you see, to feed his pride. This knight is known so
quarrelsome and fierce, that without mercy and without a cause he doth
assault all comers far and near.\x94

\x93Tell {037}me,\x94 said Jaufry, \x93was he wrong in this?\x94

\x93I will, my lord, with Heaven\x92s help, and that without e\x92en lying by
a word. I and my friends were going to our rest, when Estout to my
castle-gates, hard by, rode up, and bade us high defiance. Had it been
day, we should have tarried long ere venturing forth; for we did know
him master of such skill, that few as yet could e\x92er make head against
him,--so merciless beside, as never in his lifetime ever known to grant
his foeman grace: seeing him not, the bridge was lowered, and at once
was passed. He, having drawn us far upon the road,--the better for the
treacherous ends he had,--suddenly stopped, and turning, with lance
couched on him who pressed him nearest, stretched him dead upon the
earth.

\x93By this time we had recognised Estout, and turned our horses\x92 heads;
but he with threatening words pursued us close, and reaching my
companion, slew him with a blow. He then his rage concentrated on me,
and with such fierceness, thinking my end come, I missed my aim, the
lance just glancing from his shield; but he with one stroke bore me
from my horse, and three times struck me as I helpless lay, so that,
{038}good faith, he little life hath left. This, my good lord, is how
the thing hath happed.\x94

\x93Know you,\x94 asked Jaufry, full of thought, \x93the road he took, and where
he may be met?\x94

\x93My lord, I cannot tell; but little do I doubt that you will find him
earlier than you wish. Haste, then, to fly such presence; for believe,
you cannot gain thereby aught else but iron: an you take my advice,
you\x92ll change your route.\x94

\x93Change my route, say ye?\x94 quoth Sir Jaufry; \x93no, by my troth; nay more,
I will but follow him the closer up; and, should I catch this lord, we
part not, he may rest assured, without a struggle; and without learning,
too, which of us twain doth bear the stouter heart, the stronger arm, or
wield the better sword.\x94

He took his leave, with these words, of the knight; the latter prayed
him to pass by his keep and send him aid from thence.

\x93I will not fail,\x94 said Jaufry.

Towards the manor of the dying man he took his way, and after some brief
space he saw high towers and two squires well armed, who mounted guard
before a raised drawbridge.

\x93Friends,\x94 {039}he exclaimed to them, \x93God save you both!\x94

\x93And you, my lord, from every harm,\x94 they said.

\x93I have sad message for you,\x94 added Jaufry, \x93and bad news. Your lord is
lying yonder sorely hurt; and his two comrades are both slain. Estout
de Verfeil has misused them thus. So hasten to your lord, who wants your
help.\x94

He then commended them to God, and parted in all haste. Jaufry resumed
his way, now trotting hard and now at ambling pace, until he reached a
valley deep and dark. There he beheld the blaze of a great fire, round
which were met a numerous company. Trusting he might get tidings there
of Estout and of Taulat,--for truly counted he on fighting both,--he
straightway rode to where the fire was, and found there figures that
awaked surprise. Lords in rich vestments roasted a wild-boar; meanwhile,
by dwarfs, stunted and out of shape, the spit was turned.

\x93Good sirs,\x94 said Jaufry civilly, \x93could I but learn from some of you
where I may meet a lord I have followed this night through?\x94

\x93Friend,\x94 exclaimed one in answer, \x93it may be we can tell you when we
know his name.\x94

\x93I {040}seek,\x94 said Jaufry, \x93Estout de Verfeil, and Taulat called the
Lord of Rugimon.\x94

\x93Friend,\x94 said the knight with courtesy, \x93from hence depart, and that
with greatest speed; for should Estout but chance to meet you here thus
armed, I would not give a denier for your life. He is so valiant and
so stout of limb, that never yet hath he encountered foe who could make
head against him. All these you see around are knights of proof, and can
meet sturdy blows; natheless he hath subdued us all, and we are forced
to follow him on foot wherever choice or venture leads him on. We\x92re now
engaged preparing him his food; so I advise you to depart at once.\x94

\x93Not so, indeed,\x94 said Jaufry; \x93I came not here to flee. Before I turn
my face, my shield shall be destroyed, my hauberk riven, and my arm so
bruised it cannot wield a blade.\x94

Whilst thus they held discourse, behold Estout arrived full spur, and,
at the sight of Jaufry, cried aloud: \x93Who art thou, vassal, who thus
dar\x92st to come and meddle with my men?\x94

\x93And who are you,\x94 said Jaufry in reply, \x93who use such pleasant words?\x94

\x93Thou shalt know that anon.\x94

\x93Are {041}you Estout?\x94

\x93I am, indeed.\x94

\x93Full long have I been seeking you throughout this weary night, without
e\x92er stopping in my course or closing eye.\x94

\x93And for what end hast thou thus sought me out?\x94

\x93For that I wish to know why thou hast slain the three knights on the
road; which act I take to be a sin and wrong.\x94

\x93And is it for this that thou art hither come? Thou wouldst have better
done to stay behind, for to thy ruin do I meet thee here; thou shalt
this instant lose that head of thine, or follow me on foot like yonder
knights who patter humbly at my horse\x92s heels. Deliver, therefore, up
to me thy shield, thy breastplate, and thy sword, and the bay horse that
brought thy body here.\x94

\x93My care shall be to guard them with my life,\x94 quoth Jaufry. \x93\x91Twas the
good king bestowed this courser on me when he armed me knight. As to the
shield, thou shalt not have it whole; nor e\x92en the hauberk, without
rent or stain. Thou tak\x92st me for a child, whom thy poor threats can
frighten: the shield, the hauberk, and the horse, are not yet thine; but
if they {042}please thee, try a bout to win them. As to thy threats, I
scorn them: \x91threats,\x92 saith the proverb, \x91often cover fear.\x92\x94

Estout drew off his horse at these bold words, and Jaufry nerved him to
sustain the shock; then ran they at each other with their utmost speed.
Estout struck Jaufry on the shield\x92s bright boss, and with such mighty
strength, that through the riven metal went the lance, breaking the
mail which guarded his broad chest, and grazing e\x92en the skin. Jaufry
meanwhile had struck his foe in turn, and with so just an aim, he lost
at once his stirrups and his seat, and rolled halfstunned upon the
ground.

He rose again full quickly, pale with rage, and came with upraised sword
towards Jaufry. The latter, wishing his good horse to spare, at once
leapt on the sod and raised his shield. \x91Twas just in time: Estout, in
his fierce rage, brandished his sword with both his hands, and made it
thunder down with such effect the shield was cloven to the arm.

\x93St. Peter!\x94 murmured Jaufry, \x93thou dost covet this poor shield; still,
if naught stay me, it shall cost thee dear.\x94

Suiting to such words the act, upon Estout\x92s bright casque {043}he then
let fly so fierce a downward stroke, that fire issued therefrom. But the
good helm of proof was not a whit the worse. With gathering fury Estout
came again, and with one stroke pared from Sir Jaufry\x92s shield the
double rim, full half a palm of mail, and the left spur, which was cut
through as the blade reached the ground.

Wondering at the vigour of his dreadful foe, Jaufry, on his side, struck
a second time his burnished helm; and with such force, his sword
in twain was broken, yet left it not upon the trusty steel even the
slightest dent.

\x93Heaven!\x94 thought Jaufry, \x93what doth this portend? confounded be the
hand that helmet wrought, whereon my blade hath spent itself in vain!\x94

Then Estout, uttering a fearful cry as he beheld Sir Jaufry\x92s sword in
two, flew straight towards him, and in his turn struck the son of Dovon
on the helm, smashing the visor as the blow came down. Had he not
raised in time the remnant of his shield, which that fell stroke for aye
destroyed, the combat had been done.

[Illustration: 061]

\x93Knight,\x94 said Sir Jaufry, \x93thou dost press me sore; and I, good sooth,
must be indeed bewitched; strike {044}as I will upon that helm of thine,
I cannot crack its shell.\x94

As thus he spoke, he launched a desperate blow with what was left him of
his blade; which, falling on the casque of his stout foe like hammer on
an anvil, for the time deprived him both of sight and sound. With dizzy
eye and tottering step, Estout, thinking to strike at Jaufry, whom he
would have cloven to the heel had he received the blow, let fall his
sword with such unbounded rage, it struck into the ground, and buried
half its blade. Before he could withdraw it, the young knight, casting
aside the battered shield and broken sword, seized with both arms Estout
about the waist, and that with such good-will, his very ribs were heard
to crack within. To cast him to the ground, undo his helm, and seize his
sword to strike off his foe\x92s head, were but an instant\x92s work.

Estout, who moved not, cried with feeble voice:

\x93Mercy, good knight! O, slay me not, but take of me such ransom as thou
wilt; I own that thou hast vanquished me.\x94

\x93Thou shalt have mercy,\x94 Jaufry then replied, \x93an thou do\x92st that which
I shall now command.\x94

\x93It {045}shall be done most willingly, my lord; thou canst not ask a
thing I will not do.\x94

\x93In the first place,\x94 said Jaufry, \x93thou shalt go and yield thyself
a captive to King Arthur, with all these knights, to whom thou must
restore what thou hast ta\x92en from them; and thou shalt then relate to
that good king how I have thus o\x92ercome thee in the fight.\x94

\x93I will do so full willingly, by Heaven!\x94 Estout replied.

\x93And now,\x94 said Jaufry, \x93give to me thine arms; for mine have been all
hacked and hewed by thee.\x94

\x93Agreed, my lord. Give me your hand: the bargain shall be kept; and well
can I aver, without a lie, that ne\x92er did knight boast armour such
as mine. Many\x92s the blow may fall upon this helm, yet never pass it
through; no lance can dim this shield or pierce this mail; and for this
sword, so hard is it of temper, iron nor bronze nor steel resists its
edge.\x94

Jaufry then donned these valuable arms; and whilst he buckled on
the shining helm and burnished shield and girded the good sword, the
captives of Estout came up to do him homage. They were two score in
number, all of price and lofty lineage, who addressed him, \x91mid warm
smiles of joy:

\x93Fair {046}lord, what answer will ye that we make when good King Arthur
asks the name of him who sets us free?\x94

\x93You will reply that Jaufry is his name,--Jaufry the son of Dovon.\x94

This said, he ordered that his horse be led; for still he burned to
overtake Taulat. And though Estout and all the knights pressed him
awhile to tarry, yet he stayed neither to eat nor take the least repose:
from squires\x92 hands receiving shield and lance, he took his leave, and
wandered on his way.

The day came on both clear and beautiful; a bright sun rose on fields
humect with dew; charmed with the spring-tide and the matin hour, the
birds sang merrily beneath the verdant shade and conned their latin
notes. * Jaufry, natheless, went straight upon his road, still bent on
finding Taulat; for to him nor peace nor rest nor pleasure can e\x92er come
till that proud lord be met.

          * E l\x92jom e clars e bel gentz
          E l\x92solelz leva respondents
          Lo matin que span la rosada,
          E l\x92s auzels per la matinada
          E per lo temps qn\x92es en dousor,
          Chantan desobre la verdor
          E s\x92alegron en or latin....



CHAPTER III. THE DWARF AND THE LANCE.

After {047}Sir Jaufry had rode on his way, Estout his promise kept, and
to each knight restored both horse and arms. That evening he set out for
Arthur\x92s court, which he resolved to reach before the jousts and games
and banquetings were o\x92er. Eight days had they been holden in those
halls when he arrived there with his company. \x91Twas after dinner, as the
king was seated with his lords, lending an ear to minstrels\x92 tales and
the discourse of knights, who told of acts of lofty prowess done, that
Estout came with that armed troop of knights. Having alighted at the
palace-gates, they soon were led before the worthy king; when, kneeling
at his feet, Estout expressed himself in terms like these:

\x93Sure, may that high King who made and fashioned {048}all things, He,
the Lord of every sovereign, who hath nor peer nor mate, now save us in
your company!\x94

\x93Friend,\x94 the king replied, \x93God save you, and your friends beside! Who
are ye, and what come ye here to seek?\x94

\x93My lord, I will recount you the whole truth: from Jaufry, son of Dovon,
come we, to proclaim ourselves your captives, and submit to your just
law. Sir Jaufry hath delivered all these knights, whom I had captured
one by one, and who were bound to follow me on foot,--for they had mercy
only on such terms; now he hath conquered me by force of arms.\x94

\x93And when thou last beheldst him,\x94 asked the king, \x93by that true faith
thou ow\x92st to gracious Heaven, say, was he well in health?\x94

\x93Yea, sire, by the troth I owe to you, believe, that eight days since,
arise to-morrow\x92s sun, I left him sound, robust, and full of fire. He
would not even tarry to break bread; for he declared no food should pass
his lips, no joy, no pleasure, no repose be his, until the knight named
Taulat he had found. He now is on his track; and I engage, that if he
meet him, and a chance do get to measure sword with sword, it will be
strange {049}an he not force him to cry grace; for I do not believe the
world doth own a braver knight, or one more strong in arms. I speak from
proof, who dearly know his force.\x94

\x93O Heaven, in which I trust,\x94 cried Arthur, as he clasped his hands,
\x93grant me my prayer, that Jaufry fry safe and sound may back return!
Already is he known a doughty knight, and noble are the gifts he hither
sends.\x94

Leave we now bold Estout to tell his tale, and turn we to our knight. I
have related how Sir Jaufry still went on seeking his foe by valley and
by mount; yet neither spied nor heard he living man to give him tidings.
He rode on thus, nor met he man or beast till the high noon was passed.
The sun had now become intensely hot, and hardly could he bear its
burning ray; still, neither sun, nor hunger, thirst, nor aught beside,
could cow his spirit. Determined not to stop upon his road till he had
Taulat met, he still progressed, though ne\x92er a soul was seen.

As he pressed hotly on, some hours\x92 riding found the youthful knight
close by a gentle hill shaded by one of nature\x92s finest trees. Pendent
there hung from an outstretching bough a fair white lance of ash with
point {050}of burnished steel. Thinking a knight perchance was resting
near, Jaufry in that direction turned his horse, and galloped towards
the spot. When he had reached the bottom of the hill, he nimbly leapt
him down, and walked to the high tree; but, to his great surprise,
no soul was there, naught save the lance suspended to the bough. With
wonder then--asking of himself why arm so stout and good, the point of
which like virgin silver shone, should there be placed--he took it down,
and his own resting gainst the mossy trunk, handled and brandished this
new dainty lance, which he discovered to be good as fair.

\x93Good faith,\x94 quoth he, \x93I will e\x92en keep this arm, and leave mine own
behind.\x94

Whilst making this exchange, a dwarf of frightful shape suddenly rushed
from out a neighbouring grove. Stunted and broad and fat, he had a
monstrous head, from which straight hair streamed down and crossed his
back; long eyebrows hid his eyes; his nose was large and shapeless;
nostrils so immense they would have held your fists; and thick and
bluish lips rested on large and crooked fangs; a stiff moustache
surrounded this huge mouth; and to his very girdle flowed {051}his
beard; he measured scarce a foot from waist to heel; his head was sunken
in his shoulders high; and his arms seemed so short, that useless would
have been the attempt to bind them at his back. As to his hands, they
were like paws of toads, so broad and webbed.

\x93Knight,\x94 cried this monster, \x93woe befals the man who meddles with that
lance! Thou wilt receive thy dues, and dangle on our tree; come, then,
give up thy shield.\x94

Sir Jaufry eyed the dwarf, and angrily replied:

\x93What mean you by such tale, misshapen wretch?\x94 At this the dwarf set
up so loud a cry that all the vale resounded; and at once a knight well
armed, mounted upon a steed in iron cased, came, with high threats upon
his lips exclaiming:

\x93Woe to the man who hath dared touch the lance!\x94

Having the hill attained, he Jaufry saw; and thereupon he said:

\x93By Heaven, sir knight! to do what thou hast done is proof thou carest
little for thy life.\x94

\x93And why so, lord?\x94 Sir Jaufry calmly asked.

\x93Thou shalt soon learn. No man doth touch that lance {052}and get him
hence without a fight with me. If I unhorse the knight so bold as dare
to touch it, and conquer him by arms, no ransom saves his life,--I
hang him by the neck; and on my gallows which thou seest from here full
three-and-thirty dangle in mid air.\x94

\x93Tell me now faithfully,\x94 Sir Jaufry said,--\x93can he who sues for mercy
gain it at thy hands?\x94

\x93Yea, but on one condition I have firmly fixed; which is, that never in
his life he cross a horse; ne\x92er cut his hair or pare his nails; ne\x92er
eat of wheaten bread, or taste of wine; and never on his back wear other
dress than what his hands have woven. Should he such terms accept before
the fight, he may perchance find grace; but naught can save the man who
once hath fought.\x94

\x93And if he know not how to weave such dress?\x94 asked Jaufry.

\x93The art to weave, to shape the doth, and sew, must then be learned,\x94
 the knight replied. \x93Say, then, if thou consent; or if thou choose this
hour to be thy last.\x94

\x93I\x92ll not do so,\x94 quoth Jaufry; \x93for too hard the labour seems.\x94

\x93Thou\x92lt do it well before five years are fled; for thou art tall and
strong.\x94

\x93No, {053}by my troth, I\x92d rather chance the fight, since \x91twould appear
I\x92ve no alternative.\x94

\x93Take my defiance, then!\x94 cried out the knight; \x93and bear in mind, the
combat \x91s to the death.\x94

\x93So be it!\x94 said Sir Jaufry; \x93I\x92ll defend myself.\x94

They drew apart some space with such-like words, each thinking on his
side a victim soon would fall. Then the knight came and thundered at his
foe. In shivers flew the lance; but Jaufry bore the shock unmoved. Not
so the knight; for Jaufry, his weapon planting at his shield, broke it
right through; the hauberk too beside, and wood and iron, for a cubit\x92s
length, pierced through the shoulder.

[Illustration: 073]

He fell: Jaufry with naked blade was by his side; but as he saw him
thus, so poorly sped,--

\x93Knight,\x94 he exclaimed, \x93methinks thy hanging-trade is done.\x94

\x93Lord,\x94 cried the wounded man, \x93unhappily \x91tis true. Thou hast too well
performed thy work for safety henceforth to be banished hence.\x94

\x93I will not trust to that,\x94 quoth Jaufry; \x93or at least, it shan\x92t
prevent my hanging thee.\x94

\x93In Heaven\x92s name, my lord, I crave thy grace!\x94

\x93And by what claim canst thou obtain it, thou who {054}never yet hast
granted it to man? Thou shalt find pity, such as those yonder found who
once begged grace of thee.\x94

\x93If, good my lord, my head have erred, my heart been black and habits
villanous, guard thee from following in my steps. I ask for mercy--that
should I receive. Wilt thou, a man of lofty virtue, choose that ever the
reproach should come to thee of hanging up a brave and courteous knight,
such as I once did bear the title of?\x94

\x93Thou liest in thy throat,\x94 Sir Jaufry said; \x93never couldst thou be
prized a proper knight, but rather, I believe, an arrant knave. Who doth
a villain\x92s act doth forfeit rank and chivalry alike. In vain thy suit;
no pardon shalt thou find.\x94

Undoing his steel helmet as he spoke, he seized a rope and placed it
round his neck; then, dragging him beneath the dismal tree, he well and
fairly hung him up thereto.

\x93Good friend,\x94 he then apostrophised the knight, \x93the passage now may be
considered safe, and travellers need fear little more from thee.\x94

[Illustration: 076]

Leaving him hanging upon such adieu, he rode towards the dwarf, as with
intent to kill. But when the latter {055}saw him thus return, crossing
his arms full quickly on his breast,--

\x93Fair sir,\x94 he cried, \x93I yield to you and Heaven; but grant me, pray,
your pity. Of myself no evil have I done; since, had I disobeyed the
knight, I should have lost my life. Maugre myself, for fourteen years
I\x92ve watched this lance, which twice a-day I burnished. Woe had betided
me if I had bilked such task, or failed by signal to advise my lord when
it was touched by knight. This, fair my lord, hath been my only crime.\x94

\x93Thou mayst have mercy,\x94 Jaufry said, \x93an thou dost that which I shall
now command.\x94

\x93Speak, good my lord; and God confound me if I lose a word!\x94

\x93Rise, then, and hie thee to King Arthur\x92s court. Tell to that king the
son of Dovon sends thee, and presents this lance which he hath won, the
fairest weapon eye hath e\x92er beheld. Recount to him beside thy lord\x92s
ill-deeds, how that so many worthy knights he\x92d hung, and how in his
turn like meed was given unto him.\x94

\x93My lord,\x94 exclaimed the dwarf, \x93all this I promise you.\x94

And Jaufry made reply, \x93Well then, begone!\x94

It {056}was one Monday eye that this fell out, just at the setting sun.
The night came shortly on serene and fair, and the full moon shone out
as bright as day. Jaufry pursued his road,--for naught could change his
purpose,--and the dwarf prepared to execute his trust. At peep of morn
he started for Carlisle, where, after certain time, he safely came. The
king was breaking up his court, which for two weeks he there had held,
and knights and barons all were going their way content and glad,
bearing rich guerdons from their noble lord, when curiosity their steps
detained at sight of a strange dwarf, who in his hand a handsome lance
did hold. This dwarf pushed forward to the palace-hall, where each with
eager eye observed his shape; for never till that day had they beheld
such wondrous man; but he, passing the gaping crowd without remark,
straight to the monarch\x92s throne his steps pursued; and there he said:

\x93May God, most noble sire, grant you weal! Albeit my form is strange,
yet, please you, hear, for I do come a messenger from far.\x94

\x93Dwarf,\x94 said the king, \x93God save thee too! for thou methinks art
honest. Speak without fear, and do thy message featly.\x94

The {057}dwarf preluded with a sigh, and thus began:

\x93Sire, from Dovon\x92s son I bear to you this lance, which has been cause
of mourning dire and great. Proud of his valour and his strength, a
knight had hung it to a tree upon a hill, where I have watched it,
burnished it beside twice every day, for fourteen weary years. If a
knight touched it, I by my cry aroused my lord, who then, all armed,
would rush upon the stranger; being vanquished, he was quickly seized
and by the neck incontinently hung. \x91Twas thus that three-and-thirty met
their fate; when that the knight, whose messenger I am, conquered this
lord and won the lance, hanging in turn its owner for his deeds. This is
the lance that now he sends to you; and here am I, your vassal and your
slave.\x94

\x93\x91Tis well,\x94 the king replied; \x93but, dwarf, now give me, on thy faith,
some news of brave Sir Jaufry: without a lie, say when thou saw\x92st him
last.\x94

\x93\x91Twas Monday evening, please you, my good lord; I left him when the
fray was o\x92er and he had finished hanging up the knight.\x94

\x93And was his health then good?\x94

\x93Yea, sire, with God\x92s help, and well disposed and gay.\x94

\x93Good {058}Lord divine and full of glory,\x94 cried the king with clasped
hands, \x93grant of your grace that I behold him safe; for scant my
pleasure and my joys will be till I have held him in these arms again!\x94



CHAPTER IV. THE YEOMAN.

We {059}now return to Jaufry, who still wanders on, resolving not to
stay for food or sleep before he meets with Taulat; for in his ears
incessantly do ring the biting words of Quex: \x93_Your courage will be
higher when you\x92re drunk,_\x94--and he yet trusts to prove that lord did
lie by beating Taulat fasting. Onward he therefore pricked till midnight
hour, when he attained a narrow and dark gorge shut in on either side by
mountains high. No other passage was there but this one. Sir Jaufry gave
his horse the spur; when, at the very mouth of the defile, before him
stood a yeoman, active, of stout build and large of limb, who held
within his grasp three pointed darts that were as razors {060}sharp. A
large knife pended from his girdle, which enclosed an outer garment of
good form and fashion.

\x93Halt, knight,\x94 he cried; \x93I\x92ll have a word with thee.\x94

[Illustration: 084]

Jaufry drew rein, and said:

\x93And what\x92s thy quest, good friend?\x94

\x93Thou must give up thy horse and knightly arms; for upon such condition
only mayst thou pass.\x94

\x93Indeed,\x94 quoth Jaufry; \x93dost thou mean to say an armed and mounted
knight must not pass through this strait?\x94

\x93He might do so, but for the toll I\x92ve levied.\x94

\x93To the foul fiend such toll! Never will I give up my horse or arms,
till strength\x92s denied me to defend them both.\x94

\x93An that thou yield\x92st them not with gentle grace,\x94 the yeoman said, \x93I
must use force to take them.\x94

\x93And wherefore so? what harm have I e\x92er wrought thee?\x92

\x93Dost thou not wish to pass this gorge, and bilk the toll that\x92s due
save I use force to get it?\x94

\x93And what\x92s the force thou\x92lt use?\x94

\x93That {061}thou shalt briefly see; meantime I bid thee \x91ware my hand!\x94

\x93I will do so,\x94 quoth Jaufry.

The yeoman now prepared himself for fight, and seized his dart as though
in act to strike; but Jaufry, fearing for his horse, awaited not the
blow, but gal-loped off amain. As o\x92er the road he sped, the man let
fly the missile with just aim; it hit the shield, and that with force
so great, red fire and flame forth issued at the stroke, which did not
pierce it through. The sharpened point curled upwards on the steel, and
the wood flew in shivers.

Sir Jaufry turned his steed at once and bore down on his foe, counting
full surely that the fight was done; but, lo, at that instant he had
leapt aside, and in the act discharged a second dart, which lighted on
his helm; so fierce the stroke, the casque seemed all on fire; yet it
resisted, though its lord was stunned.

The yeoman, seeing his second blow had failed, was as a man possessed;
so dread his rage as neither to have hurt the knight or broken his
bright arms. Jaufry, whose senses had now back returned, thought only of
his horse, which he rode here and there to guard it from the blow of the
third dart. Not this, however, was his foe\x92s {062}intent, for he still
thought to take the beast alive; like lightning swift he came, and
whirling round the dart, launched the fell weapon with these haughty
words:

\x93By Heaven, slave, thou now shalt leave the horse, nor shall thy
hauberk, helm, or shield protect thyself!\x94 Jaufry wheeled round his
horse at this stem threat; and as the dart came hissing to its prey, he
deftly bowed him down; it harmed him not, but striking on his mail, tore
from the goodly arms a palm away, then bounded out of view.

\x93And now,\x94 cried Jaufry, the third dart being flung, \x93my lance\x92s point
shall give me my revenge.\x94 With lowered lance he flew towards the man,
trusting this time to pierce him through and through; but he was nimble
as a roe or deer, and leapt from place to place to such effect, that
Jaufry missed his aim; and as he passed, the yeoman seized a rock and
hurled it at the knight, who, but for his shield, must fain have bit the
ground. The mass in atoms flew; but such the force with which the blow
was struck, it battered-in the shield. Jaufry, enraged at following such
a foe, now doubly maddened at this fresh attack, in wrath exclaimed:

\x93God, {063}thou all-glorious King! how shall I meet this fiend? The
world I\x92ll hold not at a denier\x92s price till he doth sue for grace!\x94

Then wielding his long lance,--

\x93This time,\x94 he loudly to the yeoman cried, \x93or thou or I shall fall.\x94

The yeoman from his girdle plucked his knife, and made reply:

\x93Ere that thou leave this spot thou\x92lt pay the toll!\x94

\x93Ay, that will I,\x94 quoth Jaufry, \x93take my promise on\x92t; before we part,
thou shalt have toll enough!\x94

He once again renewed a brisk attack, but still the other dodged; and
ere that Jaufry could draw-in the rein, with mighty spring upon the
horse he leapt and round Sir Jaufry\x92s body twined his arms.

\x93Stir not, sir knight,\x94 he cried, \x93unless thou wish for death.\x94

When Jaufry felt himself thus rudely seized, his mind was in a maze, and
for a time incapable of thought. The yeoman held him with such strait
embrace he could not stir a limb, while in his ear he hissed his future
fate: how that a prison should his {060}body hold, where tortures,
griefs, unheard-of pains, should vex him evermore. Till break of day his
arms were round him clasped; but when the stars were gone, then Jaufry
communed with himself and said:

\x93Better to die for God, who made this earth, than let my body be a
dungeon\x92s prey. We\x92ll see what can be done.\x94

Reflecting thus, he let his lance drop down, and as the yeoman\x92s
right arm pressed him most with energy he clutched it in his grasp; so
vigorous the attack, so nerved his strength, he forced the hand to loose
the gleaming knife: then, when he saw the arm was paralysed and drooped
inertly down, he fixed with both hands on the yeoman\x92s left, which he
then twisted till he caused such pain, its owner reeled in groaning to
the ground. Dismounting from his horse, Jaufry drew near his foe, who
lay quite motionless crying for mercy in his agony.

\x93By Heaven! which I adore,\x94 quoth Jaufry, \x93ne\x92er will I pity show to
wretch like thee.\x94

And at the words he cut off both his feet.

\x93I prithee, now,\x94 he said, \x93run not, nor leap, nor battle more with
knights. Take to another trade; for far too long hath this one been thy
choice.\x94

He {065}gathered up his lance and shield, and, mounting on his horse,
prepared him quietly to go his way.

\x91Twas on a Tuesday, early in the morn, that Jaufry held this speech; but
as he turned him from his footless foe,--

\x93I have not yet inquired,\x94 he observed, \x93if thou perchance hold\x92st
knights within thy walls?\x94

\x93My lord,\x94 the man replied, \x93full five-and-twenty are there held in
chains beyond the mount where stands my dwelling-place.\x94

\x93O, O!\x94 said Jaufry, \x93these I must set free; it likes me not that thou
shouldst guard such prize.\x94 Without delay he hied him to the house,
whose massive portals were thrown open wide; and to a dwarf who stood
before the gates he cried:

\x93Where lie the imprison\x92d knights?\x94

Replied the dwarf:

\x93Methinks you\x92re all too rash to venture here. \x91Tis more indeed than
rashness,--downright folly. You wake my pity; therefore take advice, and
get you gone before my lord returns, save that you covet an inglorious
death, or torments even worse.\x94

Jaufry with smiles replied:

\x93Nay, {066}friend, I want the knights; quickly lead on, that I may break
their chains.\x94

\x93An I mistake not, you will join their ranks ere you deliver them; and
I must hold you as a fool distraught, not to have hied you hence; for
should my lord chance meet you by the way, deeply you\x92ll grieve that
e\x92er you ventured here.\x94

\x93Thy lord will ne\x92er return; I have deprived him of his nimble feet,
and near his end he lies. The knights shall now be free, and thou, my
prisoner, their place shalt take, save that thou goest where my bidding
sends; then peradventure brief shall be thy thrall.\x94

\x93Sir knight,\x94 the dwarf replied, \x93since, then, my lord is thus so poorly
sped, I, by my faith, will follow your commands, and from great pain
will draw those suffering knights, whose language is but moans; this
featly will I do, who by constraint and fear was here detained. Truly,
to God and you we should give thanks, and joyfully obey what you
ordain.\x94

\x93First, then,\x94 said Jaufry, \x93lead me to the knights.\x94

The dwarf most gladly acted as his guide; and pacing on before, conveyed
him to a hall where five-and-twenty knights were rudely chained, as each
by turns {067}had been the yeoman\x92s prey. Jaufry on entering made them a
salute, to which not one replied; nay, they began to weep, and mutter in
their teeth:

\x93Accurs\x92d the day that yeoman was e\x92er born, who thus hath overcome so
good a knight!\x94

But Jaufry, as he gaily drew him nigh:

\x93Why weep, fair knights?\x94 he said, with courtesy. \x93Go, madman, go,\x94 did
one of them reply; \x93for sure thy senses must have left thee quite, to
ask us why we weep, when walls like these rise up on ev\x92ry side. There
is not one of us who doth not grieve to see the yeoman\x92s prisoner in
thee. Unhappy was the day that saw thy birth. In person thou art tall
and fair to view, yet soon like ours will torments be thy lot.\x94 Quoth
Jaufry, \x93Great is God; easy to Him can your deliverance be. Through Him
my sword hath \x91venged you on your foe, and now the yeoman lies deprived
of feet. If, then, you see me in this weary spot, \x91tis but to break your
chains.\x94

Scarce had the words escaped from out his mouth, when loudly did they
call:

\x93Happy the day which dawned upon thy birth; for thou hast saved us all,
and swept our pain and martyrdom away!\x94

Then {068}Jaufry bade the dwarf set free the knights; the manikin
obeyed, and with a hammer broke in bits their chains. They all arose,
and bowed their heads in token of submission, whilst they said:

\x93Lord, we are thy serfs; do with us as thou please, be it for good or
evil, as is fit.\x94

\x93Good knights,\x94 Sir Jaufry said, \x93whate\x92er of evil may henceforth betide
you, none shall come from me. All that I ask of you is simply this, that
ye betake you to King Arthur\x92s court, and tell him all you know.\x94

\x93My lord,\x94 they all exclaimed, \x93full willingly shall thy behest be done;
but to the service rendered, add one more by telling us thy name.\x94

\x93Barons,\x94 said Jaufry then, \x93tell him the son of Dovon burst your
chains. Now quickly set ye out; and, mark, my friendship ne\x92er shall be
bestowed, if that ye fail to tell the king each word.\x94

The dwarf meanwhile had gone to seek the arms and fetch the steeds to
furnish forth the knights. Each donned his hauberk, mounted his good
horse, and then with Jaufry parted from that spot. He led them to the
great highway, and in their company rode full a league. In passing by,
he pointed to the place where, cold and motionless, the yeoman lay: they
stayed an instant {069}to observe their foe, then went upon their road.
A little further Jaufry got him down, and tightened more his goodly
charger\x92s girths; then, his impatience to fall in with Taulat reviving
in full force:

\x93God speed you, sirs,\x94 he said; \x93I can delay no more; already have I
wasted too much time.\x94

\x93My lord,\x94 replied the knights, as they presented him his shield and
lance, \x93accept again our thanks: where\x92er we be, the service thou hast
done in this great fight shall widely be proclaimed.\x94

When that the band had watched him out of sight, they went their way
until they reached Carlisle. They found King Arthur in his flowery mead
with five-and-twenty of his primest knights. There, kneeling at
his feet, one of the troop was spokesman for the rest; and thus he
fearlessly and sagely said:

\x93Sire, so please it the true God, who knoweth all that every creature
doth, give you good luck, and guard from pain and ill the greatest king
this world doth now contain!\x94

\x93Friend,\x94 the good king replied, \x93God and St. Mary keep thee and thy
mates! Speak without fear, and tell me what thou wilt.\x94

\x93Sire, {070}we come to yield ourselves to thee, from Jaufry, Dovon\x92s
son; he hath delivered us from durance vile.\x94

\x93Good sir, give me at once your tidings. Is\x92t long since you and he have
parted company?\x94

\x93We left him, sire, on Tuesday morning last, both safe and sound, ardent
and full of strength, tracking a lord with whom he seeks to fight, and
to avenge thy cause.\x94

\x93O Lord, thou glorious Sire,\x94 said the king, with joined hands, \x93grant
I may Jaufry see unchecked, unscathed; for, an I hold him not within six
months, I\x92ll prize my fortunes as of nothing worth!\x94

Whilst that the dwarf in turn begins his speech, to tell the king how
this adventure happed, we will go back to follow Jaufry\x92s steps, who
still, unwearied, presses stoutly on.



CHAPTER V. THE CASTLE OF THE LEPER.

The {071}knight had rode for great part of the day beneath the rays of
a most burning sun, and horse and rider both alike fatigued, when he
beheld a young and handsome squire running towards him at his greatest
speed. Rent was his garment even to his waist; and on he came, with
madness in his looks, tearing by handfuls his fair curling hair.

Scarce did he make out Jaufry from afar when he exclaimed:

\x93Fly, fly, brave knight, fly quickly from this spot, an that thou
choosest not to lose thy life!\x94

\x93And wherefore so, fair friend?\x94 asked Dovon\x92s son.

\x93Fly, for the love of God, say I; nor lose thou further time.\x94

\x93Art {072}thou, then, shorn of sense,\x94 exclaimed the knight, \x93such
counsel to propose, when I behold no foe?\x94

\x93Ah!\x94 cried the squire then, \x93he comes; he\x92s there; nor think I in
a year to cure the fright that he hath caused me! He hath slain my
lord,--a knight of price, who was conducting to his castle-home his
lady-wife, a Norman count\x92s most noble daughter. This wretch hath seized
the bride; and to myself has caused such dire fear, that ev\x92ry limb
still trembles at the shock.\x94

\x93And is\x92t because _thou_ fearest,\x94 asked Sir Jaufry, red with rage,
\x93thou counsell\x92st flight to _me?_ By holy faith, I hold thee fool, and
worse.\x94

As he spoke thus, a leper came in sight, who sped along, a child within
his arms. Its wretched mother, with dishevelled hair, followed with
piercing cries. When she beheld the knight, she knelt down at his feet,
and in a tone of agony exclaimed:

\x93Mercy, my lord; O, mercy! For the love of Heaven, grant me help, and
get me back the child yon leper bears.\x94

\x93Woman,\x94 responded Jaufry, \x93wherefore takes he it?\x94

\x93My {073}lord, because it is his wicked will.\x94

\x93Had he no other cause?\x94

\x93No, by your glorious sire!\x94

\x93Since it is thus,\x94 quoth Jaufry, \x93he is wrong; and I will try to win it
back for you.\x94

He spurred at once his horse, she following; and cried aloud, with all
the strength he had:

\x93Halt, leprous, wicked wretch! and bring thou back the child!\x94

The leper turned his head and raised his hand, making the mark of scorn;
which so enraged the knight, he swore the insult deeply to avenge. The
hideous leper answered with a laugh; for he had reached the threshold of
his door. He darted in for refuge, followed full speed by Jaufry; who,
dismounting from his horse, which with his lance he left to the poor
dame, dashed through the castle-gate with sword in hand and shield upon
his arm.

As he was traversing the castle through, which he found vast and
sumptuous to the view, he came into a hall where a huge leper, frightful
to behold, had cast upon a couch a damsel in first youth, whose beauty
in that age could scarce be matched. Her cheek was fresher than an
opening rose at break of day, and her torn {074}vesture half-betrayed
a bosom snowy white. Her eyes were bathed in tears; her words, despair,
and sobs, moved Jaufry\x92s soul: but when the leper rose and seized his
club, such feelings changed to horror and surprise.

He was in height more tall than knightly lance, and at the shoulders was
two fathoms broad: his arms and hands were huge, his fingers crookt and
full of knots, his cheeks were spread with pustules and with scales; a
broken pupil, eyes without lids but with vermilion edged, blue lips, and
yellow teeth, made up the portrait of this monster dread. Fiercer than
living coal he flew on Jaufry, bidding him straight to yield.

\x93No, certes,\x92 the knight replied.

\x93Say, who in evil hour sent thee here?\x94

\x93No one.\x94

\x93And pray what seekest thou?\x94

\x93A child, that from its mother hath been torn by lep\x92rous hands, which
must give up their prey.\x94

\x93Vain fool, \x91tis _I_ forbid,--I, by whose mace thy fate shall now be
sealed; better for thee thou hadst not risen the morn, since thou shalt
now for ever lay thee down.\x94

His club he raised in uttering these words, and on the {075}shield of
Jaufry then let fall so fierce a blow, the knight went reeling to the
ground. Again that club was raised; but Jaufry rose and fled. Certes
he had cause to flee the stroke he saw impending; for that huge mass
of iron as it fell made the vast hall to tremble. Then Jaufry, with a
bound, before the leper stood, and with firm hand dealt him in turn a
blow which took a palm from off his raiment and the flesh behind. Seeing
his blood, which fast began to stream, the giant uttered first a fearful
cry, then ran at Jaufry, raising his knotted club with both his hands.

Scarce could the youthful knight evade the stroke and leap behind a
column; the monster struck it with such dire strength, the massive iron
crushed the marble plinth, and all the castle groaned.

Meanwhile the damsel fervently prayed Heaven, as humbly on the
blood-stained stones she knelt:

\x93O, mighty Lord, who in Thy image didst great Adam make; Thou who hast
done so much to save us all,--now save me from this wretch, and let yon
knight withdraw me from his hands!\x94

Her orison scarce o\x92er, Jaufry stepped out, and ere the giant could
again his heavy club let fall, he with his trenchant blade had severed
his right arm. Being thus {076}lopped, the monster in his wrath and
agony so loudly groaned, the palace trembled to its very base and shook
the outer air. In vain did Jaufry dodge his falling mace, it struck him
to the ground; so that from nostrils, eyes, and mouth, the purple stream
burst forth. The mace, in falling on the marble flags, now brake in
twain, which Jaufry seeing, he uprose in haste, and newly struck the
leper; at the knee-joint he aimed; the monster reeled, then fell like
some great tree.

Prone as the leper lay, Jaufry ran up, his sword in air, and said:

\x93Methinks that peace will soon be made \x91twixt you and me.\x94

Then letting fall his sword with both his hands, he clove the monster\x92s
head e\x92en to the teeth. In the convulsions of his agony still fiercely
strove the wretch, and with his foot hurled him so madly \x91gainst the
distant wall, Sir Jaufry fell deprived of sound and sight. His trembling
hand no longer clutched his sword; like ruby wine, from nostrils and
from mouth burst forth his blood, and motion made he none.*

          * E l\x92mezel a si repennat,
          Que tal cop l\x92a del pe donat,

For {077}an instant\x92s space the damsel thought her champion was gone. In
grief she hastened to undo the straps which bound his polished casque.
The freshness drawing from his breast a sigh, she ran for water, and
his face she bathed. His senses half-re-turned, he staggered up, and
thinking still to hold his trusty blade, he struck the damsel,--deeming
her the foe,--to such effect that both rolled on the ground. Like madman
then he sped around the hall, and ran behind a column, where he crouched
and trembled \x91neath his shield.

\x91Twas there the damsel came; and in a voice of dulcet tone, she said:

\x93Brave knight, come, ope again those manly eyes, and see who \x91tis that
speaks. Forget ye what is due to chivalry, of which you are a lord? your
courage and your fame? Recall yourself, and lower that bright shield;
behold, the leper\x92s dead!\x94

          C\x92a ana part, lo fas anar
          E si ab la paret urtar
          Que l\x92auzer li tolc e l\x92vezer
          Et anet \xE0 terra cazer
          E l\x92sanc tot yin clar e vermeil
          I eis per lo nas e la bocha.....

          Ms. fol. 28 verso, verse 2461.

Jaufry {078}recovered at this heart\x92ning speech, and finding his head
bare,--

\x93Damsel,\x94 he asked, \x93who hath removed my casque, and taken my good
sword?\x94

\x93Myself, good lord, whilst you were in a swoon.\x94

\x93The giant, what doth he?\x94

\x93Bathed in his blood and at your feet he lies.\x94 Jaufry looked up, and
when the corpse he saw thus shattered and quite still, he slowly rose,
and sat him on a bench until his senses were again restored; then, when
the dizziness had fled his brain, he thought upon the mother and the
child, and straightway ran from hall to hall to search the infant out.
But though he sought and ran and called aloud, neither the leper nor the
child appeared.

\x93I will yet search and search,\x94 he then exclaimed; \x93or here or out the
door they must be found; for I\x92ll not hold me at a denier\x92s worth till
to the mother her poor child\x92s restored, and I\x92ve had vengeance for that
leper\x92s scorn.\x94

With such resolve, he strode towards the door; but though the portal was
thrown open wide, he could not pass it through. Spite of his will, his
efforts, and his strength, {079}his feet seemed stopped before an unseen
bar.

\x93Good Heaven,\x94 he said, \x93what! am I then entranced?\x94

He drew him back, and gathering for a spring, with wond\x92rous force he
bounded to the door. Still all was vain, he could not cross the sill.
Again and yet again he tried, till deep discouragement iced o\x92er his
heart. Then tears broke from his eyes, and murmuring:

\x93Alas, good Lord,\x94 he said, \x93Thou gav\x92st me strength to kill yon wicked
wretch; what boots it, if I here must captive be?\x94

\x91Twas as he thus bemoaned his adverse fate, there broke upon his ear
from some nigh place a sound of infant tongues, which sadly cried:

\x93Save us, O, save us, mighty lord!\x94

Swift at the sound he roused his spirit up, and running, found at one
end of a hall a close-shut door fast bolted from within. Jaufry called
out, and struck it with great noise; yet answer none was made: enraged
at this, he burst it in with force, and with his naked blade entered a
gloomy vault. There was the leper found, with knife in hand, who
seven infants had just put {080}to death. Some thirty more there still
remained alive, whose bitter cries went through the softened soul.

Touched at the frightful sight, Jaufry struck down the wretch, who
called his master\x92s help; and then in wrath exclaimed:

\x93Thy master, villain, can no answer make; his soul this earth hath fled:
and thou, for erstwhile making mock of me, shalt now thy meed receive.\x94

Raising meanwhile his arm, the leper\x92s hand he severed at a blow. The
wretch upon the blood-stained pavement rolled; then crawling to his
feet, he humbly cried:

\x93Mercy, good knight; in God\x92s name, pity me, and take not quite my life!
\x91Twas by constraint and force I killed these babes. My lord, who sought
to cure his leprosy, bade me, with awful threats, each day prepare a
bath of human blood.\x94

\x93Thy life I\x92ll grant,\x94 quoth Jaufry to him then, \x93an that thou give me
means to leave this place.\x94

\x93I can,\x94 the leper said; \x93but had you now deprived me of my life, not
knowing of the spell, a hundred thousand years had rolled their course,
and yet not seen you free.\x94

\x93Haste {081}thee, then, now,\x94 quoth Jaufry, eagerly. \x93Sir knight,\x94 the
man with shining face replied, \x93you still have much to bear. Such is the
fashion of this castle\x92s spell, my lord alone could power grant to such
as hither came to cross the threshold; but never did they pass it in
return save dead or maimed.\x94

\x93How, then, wilt thou succeed?\x94 said Jaufry.

\x93Spy you, on top of yonder casement high, a marble head?\x94

\x93Yea, by my faith! And then?\x94

\x93Lo, reach it down; and break it fair in twain; you\x92ll thus destroy the
charm: but first your armour carefully put on; for when the spell is
o\x92er, these castle-walls will crumble into dust.\x94

Trusting not wholly to the lep\x92rous wretch, Jaufry then bound him by the
feet and arms, and to the damsel thus confided him:

\x93If he hath lied,\x94 said he, \x93spare not his life.\x94 Then he resumed his
helm, took down the marble head, whose shape was fair and cunningly
devised, and setting it near him on a wooden bench, discharged on\x92t
with his sword so great a blow, he clove it dean in twain. Sudden
it shrieked, it moaned, it bounded up, hissing and growling as a
thunderbolt; whilst the vexed {082}elements at once unchained, and beam
and stone at war with frightful din came crushing over Jaufry. Vainly
his shield was raised to guard his head; Heaven\x92s face was darkened
o\x92er; an awful storm, where wind and lightning strove, bursting with
ruin, \x91mid the ambient air had borne the knight away, but for his orison
to heaven\x92s King. Huge clouds of dust rose upwards to the skies; while a
fierce wind, in passing, swept away the last memorial of the magic work:
of castle naught remained.

[Illustration: 108]

Bowed down, and scarce himself, did Jaufry move his limbs. Bowed down
and bruised and tottering, dragged he some steps, then fell. The maid,
the slave, and mother with her child, who had sought refuge \x91neath a
huge rock\x92s vault, found him at length outstretched upon the turf, his
strength exhausted and quite motionless.

\x93Say, then, good knight,\x94 the damsel smiling spoke, \x93how fares it with
you now?\x94

\x93I have no bruise that\x92s perilous, nor mortal wound,\x94 replied the
knight; \x93but such this latter strife, I find, indeed, I sadly lack
repose.\x94

The damsel then embraced him with her arms, and pressed her lips upon
his eyes and mouth. When Jaufry saw the mother,--

\x93Woman,\x94 {083}he said, \x93hast thou regained thy child?\x94

\x93I have, my lord; thanks, be it told, to you.\x94

\x93An it be so, proceed then to Carlisle, with this fair damsel, babes,
and leper,--all. There I must beg you go, King Arthur thank, from
Jaufry, Dovon\x92s son, and tell him of this fight.\x94

Thus speaking, he uprose; drew to his fancy his good horse\x92s girths;
and having consigned his friends to Heaven\x92s care, resumed his quest of
Taulat: albeit \x91twas now with measured steps and slow; for this dread
battle had worn out his strength.

Having obtained her mantle and her horse, the maid set out from thence
at the like hour, and with her went the leper and the rest; nor stayed
she on the way, but only stopped when she had reached fair Carlisle\x92s
lofty towers.

There all regarded her with wonderment.

\x93Whence can proceed,\x94 they said, \x93this strange cort\xE8ge? whence come
these people? and what want they here?\x94 The curious crowd followed that
damsel fair up to the castle-gates, and there the knights, who noble
escort made, led her with all her troop before the king.

There {084}bended she her knee, and as a dame of gentle breeding spoke:

\x93May He, the Lord of all and of all things, who in His hands doth justly
hold the keys of good and ill, increase your fame, and keep in glory the
knights of your Round Table!\x94

\x93And,\x94 said the worthy king, \x93may Heaven save you, sweet damsel, who are
fair and good as courteous and well-bred!\x94

\x93Sire, from Jaufry, Dovon\x92s son, I come, to thank you for my life; which
to his mighty valour do I owe. I am the daughter of the Count Passant,
whose name perchance hath reached your royal ear. A knight of high
esteem, who sought adventure to display his worth, brought me from
Normandy to these fair shores. For seven long months, by valley and by
hill we wandered on, full many a snare escaping, and without check full
many a weary fight. This land did hold, alas, a giant dread, of hideous
aspect, and of awful strength, eaten with leprosy and fearful sores,
whose thought doth make my very soul to heave. Before us suddenly this
wretch appeared; and taking from his neck a monstrous club, struck at
my lord with force so terrible, he stunned him with the blow. Like as a
child {085}then, clutching at his arm, against a rock he fractured every
bone; whilst me he seized from off my palfrey\x92s back, and to his magic
castle quickly bore. There I had lost my life, yea, more than life, but
that high Heaven, whose justice I implored, in mercy sent Sir Jaufry to
my aid. This doughty knight at length the monster slew; but ne\x92er can
I with greater truth aver, such battle never did these eyes behold, or
blows so great e\x92er given and received.\x94

The mother and the handless leper told their tale in turn. But whilst
they thus their message each relates, we will to Jaufry go, who onward
still his course doth slowly take, without he yet a single soul descried
who could give tidings of the man he sought.



CHAPTER VI. THE ORCHARD OF BRUNISSENDE.

Harassed, {087}fatigued, and sore with many a bruise, Jaufry was sinking
too for food and drink; and yet the want of sleep,--of all our wants
the most imperious,--so weighed him down, he scarce could keep his seat.
Still he went on a quarter of the night with limbs benumbed and eyelids
partly closed, taking such course his charger pleased to lead.

Serene and lovely was the atmosphere, and by the light the stars in
shining gave he by adventure a large orchard saw, shut in with marble
walls and skirt with trees of umbrage such as earth scarce saw before.
Flowers and fragrant herbs abounded there; and with each {088}puff of
wind there issued out a sweet and balmy breath like paradise. \x91Twas thus
that, as night fell, the birds for leagues around did hither flock,
and perching on the leafy boughs, warbled their dulcet notes till matin
prime.

This orchard appertained to a great dame known as fair Brunissende.
Within the castle of Montbrun she lived; and father, mother, husband,
had she none; fine was her court and rich, of breeding high; and knights
and burghers, minstrels, jugglers from all countries, hither trooping
came. The palace, built of hewn and massive stone whereon the sculptor
had employed his art, was flanked with towers blackened o\x92er by time.
\x91Twas in the centre Brunissende was lodged; and to it seven gates a
passage gave, whereof the keepers could each one lead forth a thousand
men.

[Illustration: 116]

Five hundred damsels waited her commands; but though \x91twere rare to see
such beauty met, yet Brunissende held empire over all in loveliness and
grace: one might have sought throughout the realms of earth, and yet not
found such high and gentle dame, or one so fine in form. Her eyes and
her sweet face swept from the mind of those who gazed on her all thought
of {089}former charms. She was more fresh, more fair, more purely white
than snow that lies upon the frosted dew, and rose that opens on a
lily\x92s breast. *

          * Car plus es fresca e bella e blanca
          Que neus gelada sus en branca
          Ni que rosas ab flor de lis....
          Que cant hom auria cercat,
          Totas cellas que son nascudas.....
          Non auria hom una trobada
          Tan bella ni tan gen formada;
          Que sos oueils e sa bella cara
          Fai oblidar qui ben l\x92esgara
          Totas cellas que vistas a.

          Ms. fol. 36, w. 3062 and 3159.

But, ah, felicity did not attend her charms. Yielding to some deep
grief, four times a day she sadly wept and mourned; and thrice she rose
at night to mourn again. Her sole delight was listening to the notes
of those sweet birds which filled her orchard near; which, when she
had heard, she got some brief repose,--soon to awake again to weep and
mourn; and all her vassals, of each age and sex, little and great, at
that same hour of woe uttered the self-same moans, and shed like tears.

Arrived, as we already said, before her orchard fair, Jaufry got down;
and seeing an open gate, he ventured in, removed the bridle from his
charger\x92s mouth, so that {090}he grazed at ease, and his shield placing
\x91neath his weary head, his limbs outstretching on the flowery turf, he
soon most soundly slept. Just then did Brunissende her footsteps take
towards her chamber, followed by her maids. Surprised the birds no
longer tuned their notes, she straightway bade the seneschal appear, to
whom she said with wrath:

\x93Some creature surely must have passed the gates, and scared my gentle
birds. Go, quickly find it out; and if perchance a man it prove to be,
he must be hither brought, alive or dead.\x94

\x93Lady,\x94 the seneschal at once replied, \x93I go with speed.\x94

Two squires preceding him, each with a lighted torch, his horse he
mounted, and rode down in haste, and in the orchard found the weary
knight, wrapt in profoundest sleep. He called him frequently, then shook
him hard; but for a time in vain. His eyes at length with effort he
unclosed, when, raising up his head,--

\x93Fair knight,\x94 quoth he most courteously, \x93by thine attainments and thy
gentle birth, I do entreat thee, in God\x92s name, to let me here abide and
sleep my fill.\x94

\x93Sleep {091}must you now no more,\x94 replied the chief, \x93but come before
my lady; she\x92ll not rest until avenged on him who scares her birds.\x94

Quoth Jaufry:

\x93God permit, thou shalt not take me off without a fight!\x94

The seneschal, on hearing such resolve, called to his squire to bring
him out his arms. Meanwhile the son of Dovon slept again; so that the
seneschal, when fall equipped, was forced a second time to wake him up,
and roughly as at first.

\x93Knight,\x94 exclaimed Jaufry, as he then arose, \x93\x91tis a great sin to
trouble my repose, for I am wearied out; but since thou hast chosen to
accept the fight, wilt thou allow me to sleep on in peace if I do thee
unhorse?\x94

\x93By Heaven\x92s faith, I swear\x92t!\x94 laughing, the other said.

Jaufry then hastened to his horse\x92s side; replaced the bit, and tightly
drew the girths. Mounted, he galloped at the seneschal; who, having
drawn him back a space, on rushing drove his lance at Jaufry\x92s shield,
but never harmed the knight. He, on the contrary, with happy stroke
unhorsed the seneschal; who, full {092}of shame, with head bowed down,
and slow and thoughtful step, regained the castle and his lady\x92s room.

\x93What is\x92t,\x94 asked Brunissende, \x93that there doth lurk?\x94

\x93A knight all armed, whose peer the world not holds, sleeping so soundly
he would scarce awake.\x94

\x93Why broughtst thou him not here? I wish him hither led; for, with God\x92s
help, no food shall pass these lips till that bold knight be hanged.\x94

\x93Lady,\x94 replied the seneschal, \x93he would not come; nor could I wake him
up.\x94

\x93Indeed,\x94 quoth she; \x93then bid the tocsin sound, and rouse me up my
knights.\x94

The seneschal obeyed; the sound was heard, and straightway flocking came
five hundred knights. The hall they entered, where their lady stood with
spite and anger pale.

\x93Barons,\x94 she said, \x93a bold and wicked knight my grounds hath passed, and
will not quit the walls; now if his head pay not this insolence, I never
will hold land or honour more.\x94

\x93Lady,\x94 replied a tall and proper knight of great renown,--Simon the Red
by name,--\x93I will go seek him {093}out, if such your wish; and trust,
alive or dead, to bring him here.\x94

\x93So be it,\x94 said Brunissende.

Added the seneschal:

\x93My troth, good friend, I bid thee shield thyself. He can most sturdily
defend his sconce; and brave indeed I\x92ll hold the happy knight who takes
it off by force.\x94

Simon, without a word, went on his way, and Jaufry found still sleeping;
rudely he cried:

\x93Up, up, sir knight; arouse!\x94

Jaufry, who moved not more than any rock, received from Simon then so
strong a kick, it woke him up in haste.

\x93Nathless, thou promisedst to let me sleep,\x94 he then exclaimed; \x93and
\x91tis a villain\x92s act to break thy faith, when thus I\x92m overcome.\x94

\x93Come, speak then to my lady,\x94 Simon said; \x93or I by force must take thee
to the hall.\x94

\x93We first will see who\x92s strongest,--thou or I,\x94 said Jaufry in low
tone; when, springing on his horse, he ran at Simon, who like haste
displayed.

Bold Simon\x92s lance was split on Jaufry\x92s shield; but he was borne by
that of his brave foe so swift to earth, {094}it nearly cost his life.
Jaufry ran up, as though to make it sure, when loud he called for grace.

\x93Wilt thou annoy me further in my sleep, if I do grant it?\x94

\x93No, lord, I promise thee.\x94

\x93Go, then,\x94 said Jaufry, who again lay down, and quick reclosed his
eyes.

Simon the Red, with flush upon his face and shame at heart, slowly
retraced his steps. Certes, did he make but half the noise he made on
setting out; so that the seneschal, who watched him come, could not
withhold his smiles.

\x93Lady,\x94 he said, \x93behold your champion; but with him comes no knight.
I\x92d wage my spurs, like me, he has taken oath.\x94

\x93Maugre this pleasantry,\x94 the dame replied, \x93ere I have rest, this
naughty knight shall hang.\x94

Hearing the words, one of the keepers of the seven gates descended to
the orchard; but soon his troop returned, bearing him faint and bleeding
on his shield. At such a spectacle, fair Brunissende could scarce
contain her rage,--

[Illustration: 124]

\x93What! have I round me naught but coward folk,\x94 she loudly cried, \x93and
knights without a heart? Go {095}fifty; if it need, go thrice that
number still; but bring this vassal, or no more return!\x94

At this reproach, the knights rushed off in troop, and to the garden
hied with dash and din. When there, they Jaufry seized,--some by the
arm, and others by the leg; while some his shoulders held, and some his
head, and brought him thus into that lordly hall without his being able
to stir limb. On seeing them arrive, the dame impatient came with hasty
step and bade them set him free. They loosed their hold, and Jaufry
stood upright; nor could he think, as round his glance was thrown, \x91twas
sport that brought him \x91mong such iron folk. Tall and well-shaped, his
natural manly grace, set off with hauberk rich and burnished casque,
struck Brunissende, who eyed him curiously.

\x93\x91Tis you,\x94 at length she said, \x93who all this ill have wrought.\x94

\x93Fair lady,\x94 he replied, \x93so far am I from doing what you say, or
causing you annoy, I would defend you with my utmost strength \x91gainst
all of mother born.\x94

\x93In that you say not truth; for you erewhile have so misused my knight,
that he may chance to die.\x94

\x93I {096}own it, lady fair, but he was in the wrong; having by oath
engaged to let me sleep, he thrice returned to wake me up, and struck me
with his lance. Still, had I known him feoffee to you, never on him had
risen this knightly hand, e\x92en for a greater cause.\x94

\x93No matter! I can see,\x94 replied the dame, \x93we \x91ll find in you,--and that
ere morning sun,--a proper subject for the cord, or worse.\x94

Whilst thus she spoke, Jaufry regarded her; and ne\x92er had tired admiring
her brow, her neck, her fair and sweet fresh face, her rosy mouth, and
blue and loving eyes.

\x93Lady,\x94 quoth he, love gliding o\x92er his soul, \x93do with me what you will;
for with no other arms than that rich robe, you would have vanquished
me with greater ease than ten knights clad in mail. If, \x91gainst my
knowledge, I have caused you pain, wreak now your own revenge; and never
\x91gainst you shall uprise my sword, or lance or shield be used.\x94

Hearing him reason thus so courteously, the dame forgets her wrath. Love
with his golden shaft hath pierced her heart, and now she pardons all.
Those lips still bear a menace to the ear; but those sweet eyes belie\x92t.

Grown {097}bold, the knight, who still did on her gaze, begged her to
grant a boon.

\x93Let me,\x94 he said, \x93but slumber at my ease; then do what justice bids.
Fear not that I shall hence seek means to fly; for, Heaven preserve
me, you have somehow gained such power o\x92er my soul, that you alone are
better guard than are ten hundred of your men with arms in hand.\x94

Fair Brunissende retired with a sigh, leaving for sole adieu a look
so sweet, that, spite of his dull sense, it filled his heart with joy.
Meantime the seneschal, whose care it was, bade the attendants then
prepare a couch in middle of the hall: he there conducted Jaufry, and
then asked his name and country.

\x93I\x92m of King Arthur\x92s court,\x94 quoth Dovon\x92s son; \x93now prithee ask no
more, but, in God\x92s name, let me in quiet rest.\x94

Full armed as he then was, he laid him down, and sleep his eyelids
closed. Not so fair Brunissende. Love in her chamber had renewed
the assault, and banished sleep away; and thus she mused, until the
city-watch gave forth the accustomed sound. At that trumpet\x92s call, each
in the castle and the city rose; and all at once gave loose to tears
and groans. High dames {098}and damsels, Brunissende in chief, clasping
their hands in sign of deepest woe, beat their fair breasts and face;
while the knights who guarded Jaufry made such dreadful din, it woke him
up, and made him ask the cause.

All at the word rushed forward to the couch, and struck with lance and
sword and iron mace. Well \x91twas for him his hauberk was of proof;
for the blows came just like to a storm of hail. Nor did they cease,
thinking the knight was dead, until the doleful cries had died away.
Then each resumed his post, and silence fell o\x92er all. Again, at mid of
night, those cries uprose; but Jaufry, whom no sleep again had blessed,
and whose cleared thoughts were fixed on Brunissende, took careful note
to guard his curious tongue; holding his breath, he said within himself:

\x93Certes are these men no folk of flesh and blood, but demons hither
sent to pester earth. With Heaven\x92s help, to-morrow\x92s blessed sun shan\x92t
light upon me here.\x94

Persuaded he was dead after that storm of blows, the knights relaxed
their watch, and slumbered at their posts; Jaufry then seized the
chance, and noiselessly uprose. With shield and lance in hand, he left
the castle-halls {099}on tip of toe; by good luck found his horse, and
mounting quick, at fullest speed set out. Had he but dreamt the love
fair Brunissende conceived, not all her men-at-arms would from Montbrun
have chased him but with slaughter. Little deemed he, as hill and dale
he crossed with breathless speed, she at that hour was in her fancy
musing how she might make him hers.

Who shall depict, as rose the sun next mom, fair Brunissende\x92s dismay,
when, of the first who to the hall came down, she heard of Jaufry\x92s
flight? As one deprived of sense, those hundred knights she loudly did
accuse of treason to their faith; their negligence she banned; and
to the seneschal in wrath exclaimed, that, if he found not Jaufry, he
should by fire or cord full surely die, even if torments yet unheard
were hers.

Whilst that this scene was passing at Montbrun, Jaufry already was well
on his road. And shortly after rising of the sun, he met a neatherd,
driving of a car laden with bread and wine and other things. This man
invited him, by holy charity, to eat with him; and used such kindly
words, that Jaufry yielded to his hearty wish, frankly avowing that for
three whole days he {100}had not tasted food. The neatherd therefore
took his shield and lance, drew from his car good wheaten bread and
wine, two roasted capons, three grilled partridges, and part of a
wild-boar; then, spreading on the turf beneath a leafy tree a fair white
cloth, a brook just bubbling by, he served the knight, and paid him
great respect.

When they had eat their fill, and in their thirst emptied two bowls of
wine, Jaufry prepared to go, thanking the neatherd for his welcome meal.
This man was vassal to fair Brunissende, the lady of high worth; and as
the knight was turning to depart, he drew the charger\x92s rein and gently
said:

\x93Good friend, one thing I fain would ask of you, which I had
half-forgot: why do the people of this fair domain so weep and loudly
moan?\x94

\x93Ah, rascal, wretch, thou traitor, and thou fool!\x94 exclaimed the
neatherd, bursting forth with rage, \x93thy wretched life shall answer for
those words.\x94

With all his strength he then at Jaufry cast the pond\x92rous axe he bore,
which struck his shield and brought out fire and flame. The knight
spurred on his horse and got clear off; but mid a storm of stones. The
neatherd then, enraged at missing him, shivered his car {101}to bits,
and with his axe struck both his oxen dead. *

     * Cervantes has wittily parodied this adventure by that of
     the braying of the ass, which sets two villages of La Mancha
     at strife with each other (Aventura del rebuzno, parte ii.
     lib. vi. cap. xxv.).

In ignorance of the cause of all this rage, Jaufry at length relaxed his
horse\x92s speed; still as he went exclaiming, that he\x92d hold as naught
all that he yet had done till he had met a creature who could tell
the reason of that wailing. Busied with such-like thoughts and the
remembrance of fair Brunissende, he rode the live-long day, spite of
fatigue and heat. When daylight waned, two youths well-horsed, with
falcon on the fist, and hounds and terriers running at their feet,
came up to him; and after slight discourse, invited him to share their
evening meal,--and that so courteously, he could not make denial. The
three young men then gaily went along, talking of love and battle\x92s iron
strife; when, as \x91twas sunset, rose again that cry, at which the youths
like madmen howled and wept.

\x93Good youths,\x94 quoth Jaufry, with astonishment, \x93what means this grief?
What heard you, sirs, I pray; and why such noise?\x94

\x93_Why?_ {102}ask\x92st thou, foolish, treacherous serf? that word shall
cost thy life!\x94

And as one cast at him his startled bird, the other plucked his cap from
off his head and threw it madly \x91gainst bold Jaufry\x92s shield. Their fury
and hard words finished as ceased that cry; when, quickly following the
wond\x92ring knight, with honeyed phrase they charmed away his wrath, and
to their habitation led the way.

This was a ch\xE2telet of graceful form, girded by lofty walls and outer
fosse, through which a living stream for ever ran. Beside the bridge
there sat an aged knight, listing a minstrel\x92s song,--_The Lay of the
Two Lovers_. * It was the father of the two young men: beholding Jaufry,
he in haste arose, and came to give him welcome; saying, with joyful
tone: **

     * Of Marie of France.

     ** This knight in Cervantes\x92 hands is the nobleman clad in
     green (Cavaliero vestido en gavan de pano fino verde, parte
     ii. lib.  v. cap. xvi.).

\x93I am beholden, lord, to those who\x92ve brought you: seven long years have
flown since stranger-guest hath this my threshold crossed whose aspect
pleased me so: God save you, sir!\x94

Thus speaking, by the arm the knight escorted Jaufry {103}to the hall,
where the two youths removed his armour bright. Soon there came in a
damsel fair, of fresh and smiling look, who brought him a rich mantle,
which when he had put on, she, on a cushion placed beside him, sat. Then
they discoursed on various pleasant things until \x91twas time for water to
be brought. A well-bred page did pour it o\x92er his hands, while the fair
damsel held the ready bowl; at which Sir Jaufry said:

\x93Maiden, I\x92ll not this kindly act refuse; for should you e\x92er need
service at my hands, whate\x92er the hour or place, you may full surely
call me to your aid.\x94

They then at table sat; and when the meal was o\x92er, the cloth removed,
the damsel went the couches to prepare, and left her father and the
knight alone. The old man asked his name, and wept for joy to learn the
son of Dovon was his guest,--his ancient friend in arms. He would have
fain a month detained him there; but Jaufry cleverly excuses made, and
at the point of day he in his saddle found himself again. The maid had
given him his shield and lance, and he his leave was then about to
take, when it occurred to him to ask his host about that wailing cry.
Scarcely, however, was the question put when the old man and his two
{104}sons alike assailed him with hard names: they called him knave and
wretch and villain\x92s son; they hair in that unseemly rage.

Jaufry by dint of spur escaped their wrath; and wond\x92ring saw them on
each other turn their fitful ire, and tear their clothes to rags. Their
fury spent, they called him back again; and Jaufry, wishing to have news
of Taulat, consented to return. As it fell out, no man could give him
more. The aged knight well knew that champion fierce, and in these terms
did tell him what he sought:

\x93Follow,\x94 he said, \x93all day this very road; it leads across a tract of
desert space, where ne\x92er are found or house or town, or bread or wine,
or man of mother born. If you should wish in passing to repose, naught
but the turf can be your host or tent. Go onward thus until to-morrow\x92s
sun. Before the noon you will have reached a plain, wherein is set
a high and rugged mount. There, at its foot, a castle you\x92ll behold,
pleasant and finely built; and round its moats a crowd of tents and
huts, where harbour knights and lords of high descent. Pass stoutly on,
nor speak a word to man; go to the castle without stop or stay, whatever
tried to strike at him with sturdy dubs, and tore their may {105}befall,
and enter boldly in, leaving without your lance, and eke your shield.
There will you find two dames,--one old, one young,--who watch a wounded
knight. Go to the ancient dame, and to her say, that Augier de Cliart
sends you there, that she may tell you why the people groan, and give
you news of Taulat.\x94



CHAPTER VII. THE BLACK KNIGHT.

Well {107}pleased at Augier\x92s words, which seemed to raise his heart by
full a span, Jaufry spurred bravely on, and by the morrow safely reached
the spot his host had named. While he was passing through the scattered
tents, the knights, who stared at him, exclaimed aloud:

\x93Behold a man who has ridden the night long, and hastens forward, but to
seek his loss.\x94

Seeming as though he never heard the words, he to the noble castle
straightway hied; which seemed most rich, and sculptured with fine art.
Seeing a portal set with marble leaves and tinged of various hues, he
there got down, secured his horse, and near him placing both his lance
and shield, he passed within the door. At first {108}his eyes no other
forms beheld than those which omed the walls; but as he wandered on from
room to room, he came at length where lay the wounded knight, and at his
couch two dames in robes of woe, and tears upon their cheeks. As he was
counselled by good Augier, then he to the elder went, and prayed her
courteously, in Heaven\x92s name, to tell him where was Taulat, and why the
people of that land he left did day and night so weep.

Charmed with his breeding and his knightly words, the lady then
explained that Taulat, whose brutality and pride exceeded bounds, would
in eight days return.

\x93He comes,\x94 she said, \x93to glut his cruelty upon the wretched man who
yonder lies. Seven years agone he with his lance did wound him cruelly;
and when that wound is healed, each year, upon the feast-day of St.
John, he has him fastened to a stake hard by, and beaten with a scourge
until the wounds are opened once again. For this the vassals of the
neighbouring land of Brunissende,--whereof this knight is lord,--weep
and lament, and e\x92en do put to death those who would spy into their
cause of grief.\x94

\x93Lady,\x94 Sir Jaufry said, \x93pride slays its lord; and by {109}that pride,
I trust, will Taulat fall. In eight days\x92 time to seek him I will come;
and I can truly say that term will seem a year.\x94

Commending her to Heaven, he left those halls, mounted again his horse,
and took his way towards a neighbouring wood, where he did trust some
man to meet to lodge him in his hut. The wood was gloomy, intricate,
and dense; and at the first cross-road before him, he beheld, squatted
beneath a pine, a hag, whose aspect struck him with surprise.

[Illustration: 141]

Her head was larger than a portal\x92s arch; her eyes were small as
deniers, bleared besides and blue, misshapen, and deep-sunk beneath
projecting brows. Her lips were black; teeth red as orpiment, which
jutted out unseemly from her jaw. Her arms were sinewy, and her hands
all knots; her face was colourless and wrinkled o\x92er; her body puffed;
her shoulders round and high; her legs were skinny and of brownish hue;
her knees were pointed; her toe-nails so long, no shoe could ever have
enclosed her feet. A verdant wreath encircled her white hair, which
stiffly stood on end. Her under-garment was of linen fine; her robe of
ruddy silk; and over all a scarlet mantle fell, with ermine lined.

Jaufry saluted her; meanwhile with awe he gazed upon {110}her figure
strange, and ugly face. She turned her head, and without moving from her
darksome seat, exclaimed:

\x93Retrace thy steps, sir knight, and that at once.\x94

\x93Not so, indeed,\x94 quoth Jaufry, \x93till I learn why thou dost tell me thus
to flee away.\x94

\x93Thou wilt repent it, then,\x94 the hag replied; \x93and death or dungeon
shalt thou surely find.\x94

\x93And wherefore so?\x94

\x93Go on, and thou wilt learn.\x94

\x93Tell me at least with whom I\x92ll have to strive.\x94

\x93Those thou shalt meet will say.\x94

\x93And thou, too; what art thou?\x94

\x93What thou beholdst!\x94 the hag exclaimed, as, rising, she unfolded her
huge length, tall as a knightly lance.

\x93Heaven!\x94 Sir Jaufry cried, \x93in thee I trust; what figure have we here?\x94

[Illustration: 144]

\x93Dare to pass onwards,\x94 growled the wretched hag, \x93and thou shalt meet
with worse.\x94

\x93Nathless they stay not me: as to thy threats,\x94 he said, \x93I hold them as
the wind, or nothingness.\x94 Pricking his charger as he spoke the words,
he passed along the path.

The hag, {111}however, had but told the truth. For as he reached a
chapel small, a holy hermit served, a knight of sable hue, mounting
a sable horse, with sable arms, assailed him with such strength and
unawares, that horse and knight were on the turf o\x92er-thrown. Jaufry,
all red with shame, at once upsprang, and, sword in hand, wished to
avenge his fall; but, lo, no foe was there. He looked about, above,
around, below, but horse and knight had vanished quite away. Again he
mounted on his charger\x92s back, when, at the instant, his strange foe
returned, with lowered lance to strike at him again. Jaufry, prepared,
now flew at him in turn; they midway met with shock so terrible, each
rolled upon the earth. Half-wild with anger then, quick as the lightning
Jaufry was afoot, with shield on guard and ready for the fight; but
ne\x92er a foe was there.

[Illustration: 148]

\x93I will yet find him out,\x94 Sir Jaufry said, as in his saddle he again
did leap. But scarce was foot in stirrup firmly set when back returned
the sable knight, hissing and growling as the thunder doth when tempests
vex the air, and for the third time bore him to the ground. Jaufry, on
his side, had so aimed his lance, it pierced his foe right through,
and cast him on the turf. But when {112}he wished to give the
_coup-de-grace_, in vain he sought the knight, he neither saw nor heard.

\x93Good Heaven!\x94 Jaufry cried, \x93where hath this recreant, this demon,
fled? I drive my lance a fathom through his breast, I hurl him to the
ground; and yet he flies, and doth escape my wrath! O gracious Lord, in
Thee I put my trust!\x94

Again he mounted as he spoke these words; when the invisible once more
appeared, unhorsing him anew. Why re-describe the scene? While daylight
lasted, still this game went on. When off his horse, no creature did he
see; but as he sat him on his charger\x92s back the sable knight appeared
to strike and hew. Weary of fight, Sir Jaufry then resolved to go on
foot into the chapel-gate; but as he took his way, the spectre then his
onward footsteps barred, so that the battle did again commence, and in
the darkness without pause went on.

For half that night their swords and lances clashed, so that bright
sparks of fire upward flew; fatigued at length to hear such din of arms,
the hermit rose, and with his stole and cross and holy water, chanting
a psalm, forth issued from his cell. The sable knight did not attend
his coming; shrieking aloud, at once he disappeared, albeit behind him
leaving such a storm as {113}suffered no allay, until the chapel-bell
rang out the matin hour.

Sheltered by this good man, Sir Jaufry asked, and thus obtained from
him, the secret of the knight with whom he had fought so long.

\x93Friend, what thou ask\x92st I\x92ll tell thee in few words: this knight in
sable armour is a fiend, evoked from realms of darkness by a hag, whom
thou perchance hast met upon thy way. This hideous wretch once boasted
as her spouse a monstrous giant, whose most wicked acts for twenty
leagues around had spoiled the earth. As mortal, all-ferocious though he
be, is ne\x92er without his peer, it happed this giant did return one night
so grievously ill-used, that, at the end of three short days, he died.
The hag, then, fearing for her own sad life and that of her two sons,
called by her magic from the lower world that evil spirit who, for
thirty years, these lands hath vexed. Meantime her sons have waxed in
years and strength, and closely followed in their father\x92s steps. Grown
leprous, one, he dwelt within a house, built by his mother by the
force of spells, whither his brother hath set out in haste, enraged and
tost,--for that the rumour saith a knight of Arthur\x92s court the wretch
hath slain. An it {114}be true, may Heaven, all powerful, defend that
knight!\x94

\x93He will endeavour to defend himself,\x94 quoth Jaufry smiling; \x93and the
raged giant, if he held the wish, need not have gone so far to find him
out: I am the man who did his brother slay, and by whose hand the wicked
spell was burst.\x94

Eight days being fled, the hermit chanted mass, and at the altar prayed
the holy saints to guide Sir Jaufry, and protect his life against the
monster\x92s wrath. Having devoutly joined him in the prayer, the son
of Dovon, like a valiant knight, did joyously set out; and scarce
had ridden for an hour\x92s space when he beheld the giant swiftly come,
bearing beneath his arm,--with the same ease as he had done a child,--a
damsel, who did utter doleful cries. Her voice was hoarse from screaming
out for help; her yellow hair, which sparkled in the sun, upon her
shoulders all dishevelled fell like molten gold; her robe was tom, her
eyes were swollen with tears; scarce, by Saint Mary! had she strength
remaining to implore help of Jaufry.

The knight, with pity touched, heard not in vain the prayer. His shield
advanced, his lance within the rest, {115}he at the giant rode, and
called aloud that he should loose the maid.

Letting her truly for an instant go, the giant ran towards the nearest
tree, and pulling at the trunk, unearthed it, roots and all. Before,
however, he had done so quite, Jaufry had plunged his lance into his
side. Checked by the stroke, and trembling in the hand, the giant\x92s blow
lost half of its effect, yet ne\x92er the less it bore to mother earth both
Jaufry and his steed. The knight full quickly leapt upon his feet; and
with his ready sword struck at the monster with such vigorous hand, he
sliced from off his flank a palm of flesh; and through the gaping wound
one might behold his beating heart, whilst streams of blood poured
through. Exhausted, tottering, still the giant overthrew the knight by
striking with his fist upon his helm; but though his sword escaped from
Jaufry\x92s grasp, it was too late for harm,--the giant fainting fell. On
this, the knight hewed off his monstrous feet; when, in all gentleness,
the maid he raised, for she had kneeled at her preserver\x92s side, and
thus did say:

\x93Accept, my lord, a thousand grateful thanks; for more than life have
you preserved for me, in saving me from him!\x94

\x93Damsel,\x94 {116}Sir Jaufry answered, \x93God for ever aid you! But explain
how is\x92t I find you here?\x94

\x93My lord, \x91tis easy to relate the tale: but yesterday I in an orchard
strayed, to which my mother had conducted me; it was our usual walk;
when, as we left the gates, behold, yon giant suddenly appeared, seized
me at once, and to his castle now was bearing me away, when you, sir
knight, so happily stepped in.\x94

\x93I thank great Heaven, it was just in time! But where, I pray you, was
your worthy sire, and where your brothers, when this giant came?\x94

\x93Hunting within the forest, good my lord: but you surprise me, asking
me of them. One fain would say that you did know them all; and yet,
methinks, I ne\x92er have seen yourself.\x94

\x93Sweet damsel, yea, and that few days agone. \x91Twas at your father\x92s,
Augier\x92s good house, where I, at need, so courteously was served by you
and all of yours.\x94

\x93Blest be the hour, gentle lord and knight, you harboured \x91neath our
roof; and we, how happy to have you for guest!\x94

\x93By this you see, my fair and courteous maid, how meet it is that we
should service do, even to those unknown. {117}One knows not who shall
go or who shall come, they who do hold or they who hold them not, or
what the future keeps for us in store. Well it becomes us, then, to
render help where help we can; welcome with courtesy, and honour guests
with shelter and with food, whom chance may send us as they onward go.\x94

\x93And where, Sir Jaufry,\x94 then inquired the maid, \x93if I may ask, do you
direct your steps?\x94

\x93I will explain as we do ride along. But I must haste: time presses; and
e\x92en now I greatly fear me I shall come too late.\x94

[Illustration: 155]

Remounting quickly as these words were said, he then good Augier\x92s
daughter lifted up and placed upon his horse; for he resolved she should
not quit his sight until he put her in her father\x92s arms: this done he
rode apace towards the spot where lay the wounded knight.



CHAPTER VIII. TAULAT DE RUGUMON.

Never {119}did help come more in time of need. Returned that very morn,
Taulat had bound his prisoner to a stake; and four stout ploughmen, each
armed with a strap, already raised their brawny arms to strike and ope
the closed wounds. But as Jaufry came, they stayed their hand to
gaze awhile at him; nor less surprised than they, Taulat, who on the
castle-terrace stood, descended in hot haste and thus accosted Jaufry:
\x93Sir knight, I fain would learn what madness or what pride hath thus
conducted thee into my lands. Dismount and doff thine arms, for thou art
prisoner henceforth for ay.\x94

\x93My lord,\x94 the knight replied, \x93methinks you practise an unseemly haste.
Give me, I beg, the time to {120}tell my errand. I come to speak in
favour of the knight your knaves were going to strike; and I entreat
you, for the sake of me, to grant unto him grace.\x94

\x93May Heaven help me!\x94 Taulat answered him, \x93but sure thou art
distraught: such words deserve the rope,--a peasant\x92s death.\x94

\x93\x91Twould be a grievous wrong, my lord, the words being good and wise;
again I do repeat them, praying grace for yonder knight, who seven long
years hath groaned.\x94

\x93Go, churl; too long I\x92ve listed; go and disarm thyself, if thou wilt
live, and to my squires give up the girl with thee.\x94

\x93If she\x92s dishonoured and I put to shame, this arm, by Heaven, must
indeed be weak.\x94

\x93What! wouldst thou fight with me?\x94

\x93E\x92en unto death, before I suffer shame.\x94

\x93Vain fool, beware; when on my neck I\x92ve put my shield, thoult find but
little grace.\x94

\x93Mine ear,\x94 quoth Jaufry, \x93hath been oft assailed by higher threats than
these. I do reply, that, by the faith of Him who built this world, you
shall set free yon knight, and to the court of good King Arthur go, to
pay the felony you there have done; or you shall {121}fight with me,
till you or I be vanquished and slain.\x94

\x93Know\x92st thou then not, I\x92ve fought and conquered full five hundred
knights, all better men than thou?\x94

\x93It may be so,\x94 quoth Jaufry; \x93now for proof: go get your arms, and
God\x92s high will be done!\x94

\x93No other armour,\x94 proudly Taulat said, \x93do I require than my good lance
and shield: seven of thy strength might then come on, and I\x92d defy you
all.\x94

\x93\x91Tis madness,\x94 did Sir Jaufry make reply, \x93to enter fight unarmed. But
since your pride doth blind your senses so, e\x92en have it as you will.\x94

Furious at the words, Taulat addressed a squire: \x93Go to the castle,
quickly as thou canst; bring me my lance and shield, and tell the
knights I\x92ve conquered one by one to meet me here, that they may witness
a base peasant\x92s death, as with a single blow I do intend, through
shield and hauberk, to find out his heart. And at the instant should
this not be done, may I lose arms and chivalry and lady\x92s love!\x94

The squire ran quickly to the scattered camp, where lodged the captive
knights,--who all were grieving for the wounded man, bound to the stake
and waiting for the scourge,--to them he briefly said:

\x93Barons, {122}my lord attends you there beyond, that you may see him
battle with a fool, who comes to seek his death.\x94

Mounting then speedily the castle-stair,--amid the tears and murmurs of
the dames who ceaseless mourned,--he took him down the shield and lance
suspended to the rack, and bore them to his lord, who, vaulting on his
horse, nor stopping to don breastplate or aught else, cried in a haughty
tone:

\x93Come to thy death, thou churl, whose sight offends me!\x94

Sir Jaufry, angered at the insult, then dashed at full speed upon the
haughty knight, who like a lion came: so fearful was the shock, no
saddle, girth, or art, availed Sir Jaufry. Down to the earth he rolled
beneath the stroke. But not alone; for Taulat on his side, by blow as
vigorous and deftly put, at the same instant fell, his shield pierced
through, and Jaufry\x92s lance within his side.

A shout of joy upsprang from those good knights:

\x93Good Heaven, but this day thou chast\x92nest Taulat, and dost break that
pride which long hath vexed the land!\x94\x92

Jaufry meanwhile, his sword within his grasp, ran to {123}fierce
Rugimon, fast pinned to earth, as though some snake he were; but as he
came, Taulat in humble tone exclaimed:

\x93For God\x92s love, knight, O do not end thy work; for \x91tis my folly that
hath brought my death.\x94

\x93Thy folly, true, was great,\x94 Sir Jaufry said; \x93but ere we part, I count
on curing thee. Too long this pride endured, it now must have an end.
Thou deem\x92st this morn no knight was in the world who in address and
strength could vie with thee. Most brave no doubt thou wast; but thy
consuming and most wicked pride exceeded far thy valour, and \x91tis a
vice God neither loves nor bears. Thou now canst learn that, but for
His resolve to chasten thee, this youthful arm,--certes less robust than
thine,--would ne\x92er have cast thee down. \x91Tis but the punishment for thy
fierce pride, the outrage thou to good King Arthur didst,--that flower
of chivalry, whose uprightness God loves. And thus it fares with those
who seek his shame: sooner or later will the knights, who sit at his
Round Table famed, mete out their punishment, save \x91neath the earth they
hide. What they can do in fight, thou mayst surmise by me, a novice,
scarcely two months armed, and who have sought thee day and night until
this {124}hour, when thou dost find the guerdon of thy deeds.\x94

\x93All that thou sayst, sir knight, is but too true,\x94 Taulat replied in
weak and failing voice; \x93but mercy grant me, as thy conquered foe, as
dying man, and who doth yield to thee.\x94

\x93The mercy that thou prayst for, thou shalt have,\x94 Sir Jaufry said; \x93but
upon certain terms: first, thou shalt go to good King Arthur\x92s court,
there yield thyself a prisoner; he will take such vengeance on thee as
his honour claims.\x94

\x93That will I do; but now, for Heaven\x92s sake, permit the leech to bind me
up this wound.\x94

\x93No leech shall come, nor e\x92er shalt thou uprise, till, by St. Thomas,
thou hast let go free the knight who\x92s bound to yonder cruel stake, and
all the captives thou hast ever made.\x94

\x93Do as thou wilt, my lord, with them and me.\x94 Jaufry at once did sheathe
his own good blade and take the sword of Taulat. Then he allowed the
squire to fetch the leech, who probed his master\x92s hurt and washed the
wound with water and white wine, when on a couch he had him gently laid,
and borne within the gates.

Jaufry {125}meanwhile set free the wounded knight; and having extorted
from the captive lords their promise that they\x92d hasten to Carlisle, and
to King Arthur this affair relate, he was about to leave them to
God\x92s care, when the wounded knight,--lord paramount of all those
gentlemen,--most humbly to him said:

\x93Good sir, to you I yield, and with my person offer men and lands. Most
nobly have you won all this and more, in freeing me from all the pangs
I\x92ve borne for seven weary years. So great those pangs, so cruel was my
lot, better for me had death relieved my woes. Taulat, without a cause
of enmity, hath tortured me full long; but now, by God\x92s grace, and, sir
knight, by yours, at length his reign is o\x92er.\x94

\x93Good lord,\x94 responded Jaufry, \x93pray retain your having; naught do I
wish for your deliverance, save that, with these brave knights, you do
proceed to good King Arthur\x92s throne, and there explain you owe your
liberty to Dovon\x92s son.\x94

The knight such promise gave; when Jaufry, calling for his horse, which
all prepared they brought, while Augier\x92s daughter mounted by his side,
he took of all farewell, and then set out for the fair damsel\x92s home;
{126}his thoughts, in sooth, turning to Brunissende, towards whom he
felt his heart most sweetly drawn.

When he had gone, Taulat returned the knights their steeds and arms,
and, by the compact made, departed in their train for fair Carlisle.
There they arrived upon the eleventh day. The worthy king gave audience
to a dame, who, bathed in tears, her castle was to lose within a week,
if she no champion found to meet her foe. When he had listed to her
dolorous words, the king aggrieved replied:

\x93Lady, were Gawain here, most willingly would he defend your cause; but
he is not: nor have I Dovon\x92s son, nor Ivan bold, nor any of the braves
of my Round Table. If of the knights who here surround my throne,
there\x92s standing one who\x92ll venture your defence, great is the honour
that shall be his meed.\x94

But no one made reply. In vain the dame, turning to spurred heels, with
warmth exclaimed:

\x93\x91Fore Heaven, brave knights, shall it be said a woman came to seek in
this high court for aid, yet found it not?\x94

Still no one made reply.

\x91Twas at this moment Taulat\x92s troop appeared; himself upon a gilded
litter laid, covered with sumptuous {127}cloth, and gently by two snowy
palfries borne. Five hundred knights he had in fight overthrown, armed
_cap-\xE0-pie_, followed in his train, each mounted on a charger richly
decked. Their lord was at their head, who, as they reached the king,
knelt humbly down before that monarch\x92s throne, and thus addressed him:

\x93Sire, may He who for our weal came down on earth, which eke His blood
bedewed, now grant you joy, and double your renown!\x94

\x93And you, friend, may He save!\x94 the king replied. \x93But what, I pray, are
these, who seem so stout and good? And what the wounded man that litter
holds?\x94

\x93My lord, that man is Taulat.\x94

\x93Taulat de Rugimon?\x94

\x93My lord, the same; Jaufry, the son of Dovon, bravely vanquished him,
and hither sends him to the queen and you; so that you may, my lord,
such vengeance take as in your wisdom you consider fit, for that same
outrage, now two months agone, he did to you.\x94

\x93Heaven and earth,\x94 King Arthur then exclaimed, \x93how well hath Jaufry
served me! Friend, tell me truth: when last you left him, was he safe
and sound?\x94

\x93Great {128}lord, he was, as doth comport such honoured and brave
knight, who hath nor grief nor fear. Naught else but good can harbour
with his name; and it were sweet to laud, if that his acts did not
upraise him more than words can ever reach. When you shall know from
what most cruel fate his valour hath snatched _me_, you will indeed be
full of wonderment. But this recital must before the queen and all her
dames be made.\x94

The king at once commanded unto Quex to go and seek the queen; the
seneschal obeyed, when meeting her,--

\x93Lady,\x94 said he, \x93if it so meet your wish, the king, your lord and mine,
bids you to come and list a message brought by valiant knight who heads
a great escort.\x94

The queen at once proceeded to the hall with all her dames and damsels;
and when she placed herself beside her spouse, Melyan, the worthy
knight, addressed them thus:

\x93Lady, from brave Sir Jaufry, Dovon\x92s son, I bring high reparation to
yourself and all your train. I bring you Taulat, hight of Rugimon,
that you may vengeance take for the affront that he hath done to you,
{129}and for the cruelty he\x92s heaped on me. Learn, without motive he my
father slew, and me he wounded with such grievous hurt, that ne\x92er shall
I be healed. I was his captive in his castle kept; and when my wound
had closed, he to a stake did have me bound, and scourged by cruel hands
until the wound again was open laid. Each month did I this martyrdom
endure; which caused such dire despair throughout my lands, that, thrice
by day and thrice again by night, they gave aloose to tears and doleful
cries.\x94

\x93By Heaven,\x94 exclaimed the worthy king at this, \x93what felon act!\x94

\x93By all the saints of heaven,\x94 said the queen, \x93this was the reign of
haughty pride run wild!\x94

\x93Yea,\x94 from the litter did Taulat respond, \x93I had, good sooth, most
wicked, foolish pride; but I have lost it all. A leech appeared, who in
a space most brief did work a cure. I sought in vain a knight who could
make head against me, and I\x92ve found my match. Never did better jouster
wield a lance: modest as brave, and generous as good, spite of my
insults,--which did merit death,--Sir Jaufry gave me grace, and granted
pardon. You, noble sire, who are the best of kings, deign but to imitate
his clemency, find {130}pardon give for that most foolish crime I here
did madly do.\x94

The worthy king, alway to good inclined, his pardon freely granted
to the knight; nay more, he used such reasons with the queen, that
Guenever, as generous, noble dame, her pardon likewise gave. Melyan
alone remained inflexible. Rejecting all entreaty, he resolved, as was
his right, since his was _corporal shame_, that Taulat should be judged
by legal court.

At once they called a hundred legists in, who, when they\x92d heard the
cause, the following sentence did at once proclaim:

\x93Taulat to Melyan shall be given up; who, month by month, shall bind
him to like stake, and by like hands on him inflict like punishment. The
court doth grant this power unto Melyan for seven years; with liberty
albeit in him to set his prisoner free whene\x92er he feel inclined to
grant him grace.\x94

At {131}the same hour the legists sentence passed, Sir Jaufry, riding
quickly with the maid, before the towers of Augier arrived. Warned of
his coming by the vassals\x92 cries, who gave him joyful welcome and warm
thanks for having set their lord and suzerain free, Augier mounted
quickly on his horse, and with his sons came out to meet the knight.
Beside Sir Jaufry he perceived the maid, guiding with sweeter grace than
I can tell her gentle palfrey; but he knew her not, for she was veiled.
Descending from his horse as he approached the knight, who eke alighted
as he saw him come, he seized his hand, and with a trembling voice,--\x93My
lord,\x94 he said, \x93within my castle come, as you did promise me. We will
most gladly there a welcome give, albeit my heart is melting with its
woe. Since {132}last we two did meet, a monster hath my daughter carried
off, and with her all my joys.\x94

\x93You did not guard her with sufficient care,\x94 Sir Jaufry mildly said,
\x93since she is gone. What now remains to do? It was to be. None can avert
his fate; so be consoled, and dry at once your tears. Some days agone
I won a maid in fight, gentle and lovely as a maid can be; and if you
will, to you I\x92ll give her up, that she may take the place of her that\x92s
lost.\x94

\x93Alas, my lord,\x94 good Augier replied, \x93where is the damsel or the dame
that can compete with her in grace, in gentle manners, gaiety, and love?
Her like is still unborn; and for my rest of days this world to me can
naught, alas, afford of happiness or ease.\x94

\x93And I do still the contrary affirm; and more than that, declare that
you this damsel shall her equal find in beauty and in love.\x94

In speaking thus Sir Jaufry raised her veil; and Augier looking, his
sweet daughter knew. When he had pressed her often in his arms, a
thousand grateful thanks bestowed on Jaufry, and listed to the tale of
his exploits with Taulat and the giant, he to the castle led the way,
the serfs and vassals following in troops.

Great {133}was the honour they there showed the knight: the brothers
poured the water for his use, the damsel served him with her own fair
hands a roasted peacock nobly bedecked, and Augier fain had kept him
there a month; but Jaufry, frankly owning that his heart allured him to
Montbrun, set out the morrow mom. Escorted by his host and his two sons
he took his way, musing on Brunissende; when, at the hour of noon, he
met her seneschal, just then returned from fair Carlisle, where he had
Taulat seen and Melyan and the five hundred knights from bondage freed.

He still was seeking by his dame\x92s command brave Dovon\x92s son; but
half-despaired success. Scarcely, however, did he learn the truth, that
Melyan\x92s saviour and the weary knight who in the orchard slumbered were
the same, when, urging his horse, ne\x92er did he stop until Montbrun was
reached, where travel-soiled he came to Brunissende.

\x93Where is the knight?\x94 asked she before the man could e\x92en unclose his
lips. \x93Cometh he on? shall I soon see him here?\x94

\x93He follows me, fair lady,\x94 he replied; \x93but such his deeds, whereof
the saving of our lord from pain and torment is but one, that I do think
\x91twere well you met {134}the knight, and with a hundred damsels formed
escort.\x94

The thought pleased Brunissende. She orders gave to deck the roads with
green, to hang rich stuffs and silk, damask and doth-of-gold, upon the
castle-walls; while she herself, mounting her palfrey white, with all
her court and knights and damsels fair, went out to meet Sir Jaufry.
Arrayed most richly in a silken robe with trimmings of pure gold, she
had upon her blondin tresses placed a gorgeous wreath, where peacock\x92s
feathers shone; while in her hand she bore the choicest flowers from her
garden culled. No wonder, then, if Jaufry were surprised to see her come
thus lovely, full of grace, and smiling as the queen of the sweet south.
With courteous words they met, and side by side to Montbrun\x92s lordly
halls together they returned.

[Illustration: 171]

I leave you to surmise the games and joy which at the castle on that day
were seen.

[Illustration: 176]

Jaufry and Brunissende the fair alone nor ate nor oped their lips. The
lady glanced at Jaufry with a sigh, and each sweet glance shot through
his softened eyes and fell into his heart; while Jaufry, on his side, at
every moment blushed, and through the very marrow of his bones by
dart {135}invisible did feel that he was pierced. Musing of love, the
live-long night they watched till rosy morning came. In her chamber the
fair lady, and Jaufry on his gorgeous couch, thought but of the gentle
speeches they would make the morrow mom; and, when once the sun had
risen, they were up and quickly clad; and when mass at length was over,
side by side they sat them down in the great hall of the castle, where
they oped their swelling hearts.

\x91Twas Brunissende who first the silence broke; for, dazzled by her
beauty, Jaufry lost in gazing on her face the pretty speeches he had
framed o\x92ernight.

\x93My lord,\x94 she said, in voice of sweetest tone, \x93your coming brings
us joy and happiness; no service could be higher than the one you\x92ve
rendered us; and bless we good King Arthur in his knight, bless we the
land which claims so brave a man, and--bless we too the lady for whose
sake such noble acts are done.\x94

\x93Alas,\x94 sighed Jaufry, at this latter phrase, \x93no lady cares for me.\x94

\x93You speak in jest,\x94 said then fair Brunissende; \x93your sense and valour
raise you up too high for noble lady not to care for you.\x94

\x93_I_ care perhaps for _her_; not she for me.\x94

\x93Knows {136}she at least of this your love for her?\x94

\x93I cannot say, fair lady, if she guess; but I ne\x92er told my love.\x94

\x93No blame can then at least alight on her: if you ne\x92er seek where lies
the remedy of that same evil whereof you complain, who is in the wrong?\x94

\x93\x91Tis I, sweet lady, I. Her greatness curbs me, fills me with strange
fears; I cannot ask her love, for ne\x92er an emperor who trod this earth
but by that love were honoured;--such is the height, above all other
dames, to which she\x92s raised by sovereign grace and wealth.\x94

\x93What you now say is folly, gallant knight; emperors and kings ne\x92er won
in true love\x92s lists a greater prize than brave and courteous man: such
love holds not to riches; noble heart and gentle grace have in his court
more power than lands and titles. How many, folks there are of high
descent whose worth is valued highly at a groat! How many others rolling
in bright gold whose value would not buy a coat of mail! Hide, then,
no longer in your single heart the thought with which it\x92s filled; your
valour and your deeds give you a claim to match upon this earth with the
most fair, most high.\x94

[Illustration: 180]

Sir {137}Jaufry heaved a sigh, and thus, much moved, replied:

\x93Lady, forgive, I pray you, the avowal which you, forsooth, are destined
now to hear,--avowal that no torture e\x92er had drawn, but which is due
to those sweet words of yours. You, then, are she for whom my heart doth
melt; she whom I love and fear and I implore; she who doth hold the
keys of all my joys, my pains, and who can make of me, even at her will,
foolish or wise, a coward or a brave.\x94

At length had Brunissende the fair attained the sum of her desire; yet
she her joy concealed, and in a tone of playfulness exclaimed:

\x93Sir Jaufry, you are pleased to banter me; ne\x92er can I think I have the
power you say.\x94

\x93A thousand times more power, you may believe, than I can ever tell.\x94

\x93That we shall prove right soon,\x94 she made reply. \x93The age is spoiled
by wicked usages: true courtesy is lost, and he who warmly vows that he
doth love too oft but utters lies. If you full truly wish to have _my_
love, I must be wed as well as wooed, my lord.\x94

Sir Jaufry cared not, you may well believe, such offer to refuse. He had
just vowed by Peter and St.

Paul {138}naught upon earth such joy could give to him, when a knight
entered, heating on his shield, to announce the coming of the Lord of
Brunissende.

\x93To horse, good knights, to horse!\x94 the lady cried; when lords and
damsels, mounting in hot haste, went out to meet their suzerain.

As thus the cavalcade rode gaily off, headed by Jaufry and fair
Brunissende, they saw approach two ladies dressed in black, with eyes
all red and swimming with fresh tears. Jaufry saluted them, and then
inquired for tidings of Lord Melyan; but one of them in under-tone
replied, and with a sigh, that of Lord Melyan nothing did she know; she
thought but of her woes. *

     * This is the original of Cervantes\x92 Princess Micomicona:

     \x93Es matar a un gigantazo que lo pide es la alta princesa
     Micomicona, reyna del gran reyno Micomicon\x94 (D. Quijote,
     parte i. lib. iv. cap. xxix.).

\x93Tell us,\x94 said Jaufry, \x93why you shed these tears.\x94

\x93Since you do wish to know, my lord, I\x92ll speak the truth. A knight,
misshapen, and ill-bred to boot, wishes to force on me his odious love;
and I in grief have left King Arthur\x92s court, where I have neither found
advice nor aid.\x94

\x93You {139}do astonish me,\x94 Sir Jaufry cried; \x93where was Sir Gawain then?
Ivan the courteous, Coedis that brave knight, Tristrem and Calogrant,
Lancelot du Lac, Eric and Caravis, and bitter Quex,--pray, where were
they?\x94

\x93I know it not, by Heaven, good my lord; nor have I any trust but in Sir
Jaufry, that most famous knight, whom now I seek, that he may turn my
fate, and my good right maintain.\x94

\x93I will maintain it, certes,\x94 then Jaufry said; \x93for I am he, the Jaufry
whom you seek; but I must first conclude a matter here which before all
things claims my every thought.\x94

The mourning lady wept and urged her suit, spite of the angry looks of
Brunissende. Sir Jaufry would not yield, but to Montbrun with Melyan
straight returned. The lady there, giving all cause to think that to her
suzerain she bowed her will, was for long time entreated she her hand
should give to Dovon\x92s son; then they set out for Carlisle\x92s gallant
court, and in their train were twice twelve hundred maids, and full
three thousand knights in brilliant arms.

The three first days of travel naught occurred; but on the fourth,
having pitched their tents in a green {140}mead, balmy with flowers, and
shut in with trees, Jaufry and Melyan suddenly did hear a voice which
help implored in piercing tone. The son of Dovon called for horse and
arms, and would alone go seek this cause of wail. He thus arrived upon
the borders of a pond of some extent and limpid water, where a damsel
stood tearing her hair and robe, and, in her grief, her face.

\x93My lord,\x94 she cried, as Jaufry hastened up, \x93have pity, for St. Mary\x92s
sake, upon a dame who in this pond is drowning; she was the best, the
wisest of her sex.\x94

Jaufry advanced; and there, in truth, he saw, within the waters battling
with death, a dame, who now appeared, now slid beneath the wave. He
soon alighted, and his efforts used to save her with the butt-end of
his lance; but whilst his arm was thus outstretched, and he stood by the
brink, the damsel pushed him with such hearty will, at once he toppled
in, which she perceiving, leapt in after him.

[Illustration: 186]

Drawn downward by the great weight of his arms, Sir Jaufry disappeared
with those two dames. The neighing and the rage of his good horse, which
pawed the ground and madly bit the earth about the {141}pond, announced
this dire mischance to Melyan. He hastened there; and finding Jaufry
drowned, he swooned away. \x91Twas then the rest, \x91mong whom the news had
flown, galloped frill speed towards that fatal pond. Force was required
to drag Lord Melyan off; for, when restored, he tried to drown himself;
and, for fair Brunissende, she by her seneschal was barely saved, since,
Jaufry lost, she would not him survive.

Joining her cries to dames\x92 and damsels\x92 moans and to the lamentations
of her lords,--

\x93O Jaufry, Jaufry!\x94 sobbed she wildly out, \x93frank, generous knight,
all-powerful at arms, who then hath ta\x92en thy life? Some traitor-blow
hath struck thee by surprise; for living man could ne\x92er have fairly
won. O Jaufry! lone on earth, what good am I? Worthless is life, which
keeps me far from thee. I pray for death, which comes not at my call.
Where shall I seek this truant senseless death, which will not reunite
me to my love? There \x91neath yon water doth his body lie, which calls me,
waits in vain.\x94

Then suddenly upspringing, lost, and mad with grief, she to the
treach\x92rous water wildly flew; and \x91twas by dint of strength they
dragg\x92d her back. Then she {142}her tresses tore, her lovely face, till
in a swoon her woe and sense were numbed.

Good Augier had her carried to her tent, where on her couch the damsels
laid her down; then he returned, and with the other knights around the
fatal wave did weep and groan. Such were their tears, their mourning,
and their cries, that the archbishop learnt the fatal news, and to
console that doleful train proceeded to the mead.

With wisdom there he preached, and in his sermon said:

\x93My friends, the Scripture teacheth us that God is master of all things,
and when He pleaseth can again resume those gifts He hath bestowed. If,
then, Sir Jaufry hath been ta\x92en by Him, He, as His work, might freely
call him back; and it were sin to find such judgment ill, and felony
towards our Sovereign Lord. They among you who held this brave knight
dear, should now to heaven pray he may be saved; and should at once give
o\x92er these cries of woe, as vain rebuke towards your Heavenly King.\x94



CHAPTER X. THE GIANT.

While the archbishop preached beside the pond, Sir Jaufry found himself
with those two dames in a delicious land. Valley and plain, water and
shady grove, city and castle,--all was charming there.

[Illustration: 191]

Before he well recovered his surprise, the lovelier of his two
companions said:

\x93I now, sir knight, do hold you in my power; perchance this time you\x92ll
not refuse to do the service which with tears I begged of you some so
short days agone.\x94

\x93Lady,\x94 Sir Jaufry wondering replied, \x93methinks I ne\x92er set eyes on you
before.\x94

\x93I am that weeping dame who did entreat you to defend her rights \x91gainst
Felon d\x92Albaru, a wicked wretch, {144}whom God confound! This monster,
who doth not deserve the name of knight, since he doth naught but plan
most villain acts and set vile snares, bears on his shoulders more the
head of horse or bull than that of living man. His eyes are large as
eggs; his features horrible; his lips are thick and black; his fangs
project from out his mouth, which is itself huge as a leopard\x92s jaw; and
against nature are his frightful shape, distended body, and misshapen
legs.

\x93\x91Tis not to fright you, good my lord, I draw this portrait of my
foe,--your heart ne\x92er harboured fear: but true it is, he doth all men
alarm; so that his aspect, at a distance seen, doth scare away all such
as would defend my cause. As yet in fight invincible, he hath despoiled
my lands and all the country round; I but my castle now have left to
me, and that tomorrow must be given up, if God and you oppose not such
decree. But I would rather suffer torture, death, than fall into his
power.\x94

\x93Is all this true?\x94 asked Jaufry.

\x93Yea, lord, by the faith!\x94

\x93Since yours\x92 the right, I\x92ll battle with this foe; but you have wrong\x92d
me, and fair Brunissende hath certes her thoughts on death.\x94

\x93She,\x94 {145}said the lady, \x93fear not, will not die; and you will me have
saved.\x94

As thus discoursing, they the castle reached; a building strong,
surrounded by good walls, with fosses, cut from out the solid rock,
filled with a living stream. Jaufry was there most grandly entertained
by that fair lady\x92s vassals; and mom come, when he had dressed and
armour buckled on, bathed well his face and hands, and prayed to Heaven
to give him grace that day and strength to uphold the right of the
oppressed, he with humility attended mass, and gave seven marks of
silver.

When mass was done, he to the terrace mounted with the dame and with
her damsels, and watched for Felon\x92s coming. Short space elapsed during
their stopping there, he suffering in his heart for Brunissende\x92s just
grief, ere a bright band of knights appeared upon the plain.

\x93Lady,\x94 he then inquired, \x93is this our foe?\x94

\x93\x91Tis he, my lord, with all his train. He rides ahead of them.\x94

\x93Let him then come, and we will hear his cause.\x94 Felon came gently on,
bearing upon his fist a hawk most rare as it was beautiful. It had a
slender neck, a {146}large beak sharper than a razor\x92s edge, long wings,
a tail a palm at least in length, a sinewy leg, and strong and shapely
foot.

Just as he came beneath the castle-walls, Felon perceived some hundred
cranes all grouped about the grass of a small verdant close; at once he
loosed the hawk, which flying off, began to wheel about the grassy spot,
then rose up in the air to such vast height, scarce could the eye detect
his presence there. Some time elapsed, then straightway down he shot,
and pounced upon the cranes with cry so dread, that, fluttering and
hiding in the grass, they let themselves by Felon\x92s men be caught
without attempting to escape away.

When they had thus some dozens of them ta\x92en, Felon recalled the bird,
which on his fist again returned to perch.

\x93By Heaven!\x94 quoth Jaufry, muttering half-aloud, \x93that man possesseth a
right precious bird; never was finer seen or one more stanch; and could
I win it, and return above, \x91twould be a worthy present for the king.\x94

\x93You shall return full soon, my gentle lord,\x94 the lady smiling said,
\x93and shall bear with you, I have little doubt, both Felon\x92s bird and
arms.\x94

During {147}this time the giant had drawn near; and when he stood before
the castle-bridge, with all his strength he cried:

\x93Come down, all you who there above do stand; and with you bring along
that idle jade, whom I will make the servant of my squires.\x94

\x93My lord,\x94 said Jaufry calmly in reply, \x93if you left here the jade
whereof you speak, pray you to point her out, and none will strive such
person to detain.\x94

\x93You know full well the meaning of my words. Give up the dame and
castle, as agreed.\x94

\x93All covenant is sacred.\x94

\x93So give up the dame.\x94

\x93But if you please, my lord,\x94 Sir Jaufry said, \x93where is the right by
which you claim such prize?\x94

\x93The right of my good pleasure, signor knave; who soon shall dangle on a
hempen rope.\x94

\x93\x91Tis an ill answer, savouring great pride. But all injustice doth not
win its end. You would abuse your strength against a woman having no
defence. Go arm yourself; for Heaven hath sent her one who will maintain
her right.\x94

\x93An the saints help me,\x94 Felon then replied, \x93you shall pay dearly for
those words of yours.\x94

Giving {148}his squire the hawk without delay, he donned his hauberk and
his armour rich, buckled his helm, and seized his lance and shield; when
out he cried:

\x93Let that pert knave descend who wants to fight: we soon shall see upon
this very spot how he doth wield his arms.\x94

Sir Jaufry went to put his armour on, and as he did so, made to God his
prayer; crossed he the drawbridge without noise or vaunt, while the fair
lady and her vassals knelt and made this orison:

\x93Thou, Lord, who didst Thy hands upon the cross permit Thy foes to nail,
and let an infidel pierce through Thy side, now grant to Jaufry strength
to conquer Felon!\x94

The champions met within the verdant close where the hawk chased the
cranes. And when the giant did Sir Jaufry see, fiercely he cried:

\x93Hast thou thy senses, fool, to dare meet such as I?--I, who could
vanquish full a score like thee?\x94

\x93High vaunts like these,\x94 Sir Jaufry calmly said, \x93I hold as little
worth; for idle words are but as empty wind. Now list: if thou wilt
render back unto the dame who owns yon castle even the smallest thing
thou {149}hast unjustly filched from her away, thou mayst depart without
a scratch or wound.\x94

\x93Fine bargain, on my faith,\x94 the giant said; \x93thou dost pretend to grant
me thy good grace: and I affirm I will not quit this spot till with this
hand I\x92ve torn thee limb from limb.\x94

\x93Now I no more can list; pride blinds thy sense. Henceforth, then,
beware of me!\x94

And Jaufry at these words wheeled round his horse to give him a broad
field, when at full gallop he did rush at Felon. Seeing him come, the
latter grasped his shield, and flew to strike him with such dire shock,
both horse and knight were thrown. But in the encounter Jau-fry\x92s steady
lance had broken his shield and pierced the arm right through. Like
lightning Dovon\x92s son was on his feet, his good sword firmly grasped.
Mad with his wound, Felon came running up, and loudly cried:

\x93\x91Eore Heaven, villain, thy last hour is come, and without mercy shall
thy carcass swing!\x94

It was his thought to pin him to the earth; but Jaufry dealt his horse
so true a blow, it clean shaved off his head. So both were now afoot,
and front to front with the same arms: now we shall shortly learn which
is the better knight.

Felon, {150}all pale, with foam upon his lips, struck with his sword
upon Sir Jaufry\x92s helm a blow so strong, it pared the visor off; the
latter dealt him in his turn a stroke which made his shield-arm droop.
But such the force with which he gained this point his sword escaped
his hand. This Felon seeing, he his foot placed on\x92t, so that the
knight might not resume the blade; then he again assailed him with such
strength, fire flew from out his helm.

\x93Yield thee, sir knight!\x94 the giant fiercely cried, \x93since thou art now
disarmed.\x94

Sir Jaufry answered not, but raised his shield to ward a blow that
seemed intended to conclude the fight; for Felon\x92s sword fell on it with
such force, it shivered it in bits, and full two feet the blade struck
in the earth.

Quick as the lightning\x92s flash the youthful knight darted to raise his
own, which when he held, he turned again on Felon. He, humbled in his
pride, exclaimed aloud:

\x93Mercy, sir knight; O, mercy! pray restrain thine hand, and hold me at a
ransom!\x94

\x93Since you speak thus,\x94 Sir Jaufry made reply, dragging the giant\x92s
sword from out the ground, \x93render {151}yourself to _her_ you have so
oppressed. As for myself, no ransom do I wish saving yon hawk which
chased erewhile the cranes.\x94

Felon then called about him all his knights, who bore him to the castle.
There, when the leech had bound his gaping wounds, they laid him on
a couch borne by two quiet steeds; whilst the fair dames, followed by
numerous train, led Jaufry back to where they brought him from.



CHAPTER XI.  THE COURT OF CARLISLE.

Lord Melyan {153}and his troop were still encamped upon the borders of
the magic pond. Judge their surprise, their shouts, their whirl of joy,
when, \x91mid a numerous train, Sir Jaufry rose!

As for fair Brunissende, so great the emotion which such change
produced, it found no vent in words, but in a swoon she fell into his
arms. Jaufry related how the fairy\x92s art had to her country led him
through the deep and darksome waters; how he had vanquished her great
giant foe, and gained the wondrous hawk for the good king. Then, the
recital o\x92er, they gaily took their way, and at the peep of the next
following morn they saw fair Carlisle\x92s towers. Leaving their train a
little way behind, Jaufry and Melyan, clad in armour bright, pranced
on the glacis with eight chosen knights. {154}Such a brarado at King
Arthur\x92s court could not unnoticed pass. Quex, the high seneschal, soon
crossed the bridge, and meeting Jaufry, cried:

\x93Good sooth, sir knight, thou shalt repent thy coming.\x94

\x93\x91Tis thou shalt feel repentance more than I,\x94 responded Jaufry, who
divined the man, and meeting him full speed, did with such strength and
art assail Sir Quex, he hurled him to the ground.

As he essayed to struggle to his feet, he reeled a pace, then fell,
while Jaufry cried:

\x93Why how now, jolly Quex? what say\x92st, art drunk?\x94

Gawain had now appeared upon the field, spurring his horse to join in
the affray. Sir Jaufry went to meet the worthy lord, and as he yielded
up Sir Quex\x92s horse:

\x93To you alone, good knight,\x94 he said, \x93I yield.\x94

Gawain then knew the voice of Dovon\x92s son, and pressed him in his arms;
which, when his squire had learnt, he flew to take the tidings to the
king. Good Arthur overjoyed then left his halls, and with a gallant
host of knights and lords came forth to honour Taulat\x92s vanquisher. Fair
Brunissende he courteously did greet with all her train; then, smiling,
said to Jaufry:

\x93Hath, then, our seneschal on you his horse thus gen\x92rously bestowed?\x94

\x93My lord,\x94 the son of Dovon made reply, \x93perchance you may remember, on
the day I begged you arms to follow Taulat\x92s track, Sir Quex exclaimed,
I\x92d fight him better drunk. \x91Twas then my wish to teach him, good my
lord, how I can strike when fasting.\x94

\x93He is well struck, methinks,\x94 the king replied; \x93and may the lesson
stead him!\x94

Saying the words, he led Sir Jaufry in to good Queen Guenever, who,
as she tended him her rosy cheek, thanked him with warmth for having
\x91venged her cause on Taulat. King Arthur on his side did give him thanks
for all the precious gifts he there had sent,--the fair white ashen
lance, the yeoman\x92s dwarf and e\x92en the leper\x92s too, Estout de Verfeil
and the captive knights, Melyan, and Taulat\x92s numerous prisoners, with
Eclon d\x92Albaru; then was the convent-church most richly decked, to which
the king in pomp conducted him with the fair Brunissende.

[Illustration: 205]

More than a score of thousand gallant knights the fair betrothed
accompanied. The good archbishop, who had {156}chanted mass, before the
altar joined the happy pair; then to the palace back again they came,
and the great feast began. At trumpet sound, Lucas the royal steward,
with twenty thousand pages clad in vests of scarlet silk, bearing fine
snowy cloths, vases of silver and rich cups of gold, flocked to the hall
to furnish forth the boards. Already harps had tinkled, minstrels tried
to charm their hearers with the gay romance, when straight into the hall
a squire rushed, crying aloud:

\x93To arms! good lords, to arms; defend your lives!\x94

\x93What hast thou seen, good Mend?\x94 King Arthur said.

\x93O sire, I\x92ve seen a bird, a wond\x92rous bird, which never man of mother
born described. He hath a beak at least ten palms in length, and a huge
head large as a fisher\x92s boat; his eyes like carbuncles or diamonds
shine; and then his feet, good sooth, without a lie they are as big--as
big as yonder door. I know not how I did escape his maw; but ne\x92er
methinks was I so near my death.\x94

\x93Bring me my arms,\x94 exclaimed the gallant king, \x93that I may learn
whether this squire hath lied.\x94

Gawain, {157}Sir Jaufry, and Lord Melyan, fain would follow him to
help; but he forbade, and thus alone did quit the castle. Scarce had
he crossed the bridge, when he beheld this marvellous great bird. He
quietly drew nigh, his shield on arm, his sword within his hand. But,
spreading its grand wings, the bird escaped a blow full promptly aimed;
and by both arms embracing tight the king, rose with its prey full
swiftly in the air. Ladies and knights despairingly rushed out, and o\x92er
the country spread with rending cries. The bird still rose; and when
in bulk it seemed no bigger than a crane, it then the king let go. The
crowd, all breathless, hastened to the spot, where they expected that
their king would fall crushed from that dizzy height. Not so! ere that
he reached the ground the bird had deftly seized on him again, and to
the summit of a lofty tower borne him in ease away. Reposing there a
space, with rapid wing it flew towards the wood, wheeled with a graceful
flight, then to the palace brought the king again; itself returning to
a human shape, that of the fair enchanter, whom Arthur pardoned, as he\x92d
done at Pentecost, the fright his trick had caused. And thus did close
the joyous nuptial feast of brave Sir Jaufry and fair Brunissende.
{158}The morrow-morn they left the merry court; and all the train, which
called Sir Melyan lord, escorted back in triumph to Montbrun that happy
pair, meeting upon their way the lady of the pond (she was in fact the
fairy of Gibel), who there had come to bless their life and love.

[Illustration: 209]

THE END.





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