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Whereof the dwarf lagg'd latest, and the | And may ye light on all things that ye knight
love, Had visor up, and show'd a youthful face, | And live to wed with her whom first ye Imperious, and of haughtiest lineaments. And Guinevere, not mindful of his face But ere ye wed with any, bring your In the king's hall, desired his name, and sent
And I, were she the daughter of a king, Her maiden to demand it of the dwarf; Yea, tho'she were a beggar from the hedge, Who being vicious, old, and irritable, Will clothe her for her bridals like the And doubling all his master's vice of pride, Made answer sharply that she should not know.
And Prince Geraint, now thinking that “Then will I ask it of himself,” she said. he heard “Nay, by my faith, thou shalt not,” cried The noble hart at bay, now the far horn, the dwarf;
A little vext at losing of the hunt, “ Thou art not worthy ev'n to speak of A little at the vile occasion, rode, him";
| By ups and downs, thro' many a grassy And when she put her horse toward the glade knight,
And valley, with fixt eye following the Struck at her with his whip, and she re
Atlast they issued from the world of wood, Indignant to the Queen ; whereat Geraint And climb'd upon a fair and even ridge, Exclaiming, “Surely I will learn the And show'd themselves against the sky, name,"
and sank. Made sharply to the dwarf, and ask'd it And thither came Geraint, and under
of him, Who answer'd as before ; and when the Beheld the long street of a little town
In a long valley, on one side whereof, Had put his horse in motion toward the White from the mason's hand, a fortress knight,
rose; Struck at him with his whip, and cut his And on one side a castle in decay, cheek.
Beyond a bridge that spann'da dry ravine: The Prince's blood spirted upon the scarf, And out of town and valley came a noise Dyeingit; and his quick, instinctive hand As of a broad brook o'er a shingly bed Caught at the hilt, as to abolish him : Brawling, or like a clamor of the rooks But he, from his exceeding manfulness At distance, ere they settle for the night. And pure nobility of temperament, Wroth to be wroth at such a worm, re. And onward to the fortress rode the three, frain'd
And enter'd, and were lost behind the From ev'n a word, and so returning said : I walls.
“So,” thought Geraint, “I have track'd “I willavenge this insult, noble Queen, him to his earth." Done in your maiden's person to yourself: And down the long street riding wearily, And I will track this vermin to their Found every hostel full, and everywhere
Was hammer laid to hoof, and the hot hiss For tho' I ride unarin'd, I do not doubt And bustling whistle of the youth who Tofind, at some place I shall come at, arins scour'd On loan, or else for pledge; and, being His master's armor ; and of such a one found,
He ask'd, “What means the tumult in Then will I fight him, and will break his the town?” pride,
Who told him, scouring still “ The sparAnd on the third day, will again be here, row-hawk !" So that I be not fall’n in fight. Farewell.” Then riding close behind an ancient churl,
Who, smitten by the dusty sloping heam, “Farewell, fair Prince," answer'd the Went sweating underneath a sack of corn, stately Queen.
Ask'd yet once more what meant the hub. “Be prosperous in this journey, as in all; | bub here?
Who answer'd gruffly, Ugh! the spar- | Tits, wrens, and all wing'd nothings peck row-hawk."
him dead! Then riding further past an armorer's, Ye think the rustic cackle of your bourg Who, with back turn'd, and bow'd above The murmur of the world ! What is it his work,
to me? Sat riveting a helmet on his knee, O wretched set of sparrows, one and all, He put the self-same query, but the man who pipe of nothing but of sparrowNot turning round, nor looking at him, hawks! said :
Speak, if ye be not like the rest, hawk“Friend, ne that labors for the sparrow mad, hawk
Where can I get me harborage for the Has little time for idle questioners."
night? Whereat Geraint flash'd into sudden And arms, arms, arms to fight my enemy? spleen :
Speak!" "A thousand pips eat up your sparrow- | At this the armorer turning all amazed hawk !
| And seeing one so gay in purple silks,
Came forward with the helmet yet in hand | Bare to the sun, and monstrous ivy-stems And answer'd, “Pardon me, O stranger | Claspt the gray walls with hairy-fibred knight;
arms, We hold a tourney here to-morrow morn, And suck'd the joining of the stones, and And there isscantly time for halfthe work. look'd Arms? truth! I know not: allare wanted | A knot, beneath, of snakes, aloft, a grove.
here. Harborage ? truth, good truth, I know And while he waited in the castle court, not, save,
| The voice of Enid, Yniol's daughter, rang It may be, at Earl Yniol's, o'er the bridge Clear thro' the open casement of the Hall, Yonder.” Hespokeand fell to work again. Singing ; and as the sweet voice of a
bird, Then rode Geraint, a little spleenful Heard by the lander in a lonely isle, yet,
Moves him to think what kind of bird Across the bridge that spann'd the dry it is ravine.
That sings so delicately clear, and make There musing sat the hoary-headed Earl, Conjecture of the plumage and the form ; (His dress a suit of fray'd magnificence, Sothe sweet voice of Enid moved Geraint; Once fit for feasts of ceremony) and said • And made him like a man abroad at morn “Whither, fair son ?” to whom Geraint When first the liquid note beloved of
replied, “O friend, I seek a harborage for the Comes flying over many a windy wave night."
To Britain, and in April suddenly Then Yniol, “Entertherefore and partake Breaks from a coppice gemm'd with green The slender entertainment of a house
and red, Once rich, now poor, but ever open. And he suspends his converse with a door'd."
friend, “Thanks, venerable friend,” replied Ge- | Or it may be the labor of his hands, raint;
To think or say, “there is the nightin“So that ye do not serve me sparrow-! gale"; hawks
Sofared it with Geraint, who thought and For supper, I will enter, I will eat With all the passion of a twelve hours' “Here, by God's grace, is the one voice fast."
for me." Then sigl'il and smiled the hoary-headed Earl,
It chanced the song that Enid sang was And answer'd, “Graver cause than yours is mine
Of Fortune and her wheel, and Enid sang : To curse this hedgerow thief, the sparrowhawk :
| “Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel and But in, go in ; for save yourself desire it, lower the proud ; We will not touch upon him ev'n in jest." | Turn thy wild wheel thro'sunshine, storm,
and cloud ; Then rode Geraint into the castle court, Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor Hischarger trampling many a prickly star hate. Of sprouted thistle on the broken stones. He look'd and saw that all was ruinous. "Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with Here stood a shatter'd archway plumed smile or frown; with fern;
With that wild wheel we gonot upordown; And here had fall’n a great part of a tower, Our hoard is little, but our hearts are Whole, like a crag that tumbles from the great.
cliff, And like a crag was gay with wilding “Smile and we smile, the lords of flowers :
many lands; AndUhigh above a piece of turret stair, Frown and we smile, the lords of our own Worn by the feet that now were silent, hands; wound
For man is man and master of his fate.
“Turn, turn thy wheel above the | That lightly breaks a faded flower-sheath, staring crowd ;
Moved the fair Enid, all in faded silk, Thy wheel and thou are shadows in the Her daughter. In a moment thought cloud ;
Geraint, Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor “Here by God's rood is the one maid for
But none spake word except the hoary “ Hark, by the bird's song you may Earl : learn the nest”
“Enid, the good knight's horse stands in Said Yniol ; “Enter quickly.” Enter the court; ing then,
Take him to stall, and give him corn, Right o'er a mount of newly-fallen stones, and then The dusky-rafter'd many-cobweb'd Hall, Go to the town and buy us flesh and He found an ancient dame in dim bro
And we will make us merry as we may. And near her, like a blossom vermeil. Our hoard is little, but our hearts aro white,
He spake : the Prince, as Enid past Indignant to the Queen ; and then I sworo him, fain
That I would track this caitiff to his hold, To follow, strodea stride, but Yniol caught And fight and break his pride, and have His purple scarf, and held, and said it of him. “Forbear!
And all unarm’d I rode, and thought to find Rest! the good house, tho' ruin'd, O my Arms in your town, where all the men Son,
are mad; Endures not that her guest should serve They take the rustic murmurof their bourg himself."
For the great wave that echoes round the And reverencing the custom of the house
world ; Geraint, from utter courtesy, forbore. They would not hear me speak : but if
ye know So Enid took his charger to the stall ; | Where I can light on arms, or if yourself And after went her way across the bridge, Should have them, tell me, seeing I have And reach'd the town, and while the
sworn Prince and Earl
That I will break his pride and learn his Yet spoke together, came again with one, name, A youth, that following with a costrel bore Avenging this great insult done the The means of goodly welcome, flesh and Queen."
wine. And Enid brought sweet cakes to make Then cried Earl Yniol. “Art thou he them cheer,
indeed, And in her veil enfolded, manchet bread. Geraint, a name far-sounded among men And then, because their hall must also for noble deeds ? and truly I, when first serve
I saw you moving by me on the bridge, For kitchen, boil'd the flesh, and spread | Felt you were somewhat, yea and by the board,
your state And stood behind, and waited on the three. And presence might have guess'd you one And seeing her so sweet and serviceable,
of those Geraint had longing in him evermore | That eat in Arthur's hall at Camelot. Tostoop and kiss the tender little thumb, Nor speak I now from foolish flattery; That crost the trencher as she laid it down : For this dear child hath often heard me But after all had eaten, then Geraint,
praise For now the wine made summer in his Your feats of arms, and often when I veins,
paused Let his eye rove in following, or rest | Hath ask'd again, and ever loved to hear ; On Enid at her lowly handmaid-work, So grateful is the noise of noble deeds Now here, now there, about thedusky hall; | Tonoble hearts who see but acts of wrong: Then suddenly addrest the hoary Earl : 10 never yet had woman such a pair
Of suitors as this maiden ; first Limours, “Fair Host and Earl, I pray your courtesy; A creature wholly given to brawls and This sparrow-hawk, what is he, tell me wine, of him.
Drunk even when he woo'd ; and be he His rame? but no, good faith, I will not dead have it:
I know not, but he past to the wild land. For if he be the knight whom late I saw | The second was your foe, the sparrowRide into that new fortress by your town, hawk, White from the mason's hand, then have My curse, my nephew - I will not let I sworn
his name From his own lips to have it - I am Slip from my lips if I can help it - he, Geraint
| When I that knew him fierce and turbu. Of Devou --- for this morning when the lent Queen
Refused her to him, then his pride awoke; Sent herown maiden to demand the name, And since the proud man often is the His dwarf, a vicious under-shapen thing, @truck at her with his whip, and she re- He sow'd a slander in the common ear, turn'd
| Afirming that his father left him gold,