But slowly spake the mother, looking at him, "Prince, thou shalt go disguised to Arthur's hall, And hire thyself to serve for meats and drinks Among the scullions and the kitchenknaves, And those that hand the dish across the bar. Nor shalt thou tell thy name to any one. And thou shalt serve a twelvemonth and a day." For so the Queen believed that when Beheld his only way to glory lead To pass thereby; so should he rest with Closed in her castle from the sound of arms. The three were clad like tillers of the soil. Southward they set their faces. The birds made Melody on branch, and melody in mid air. The damp hill-slopes were quicken'd into green, And the live green had kindled into flowers, For it was past the time of Easterday. So, when their feet were planted on the plain Far off they saw the silver-misty morn At times the summit of the high city | High on the top were those three Queens, flash'd; the friends At times the spires and turrets half-way Of Arthur, who should help him at his down Prick'd thro' the mist; at times the great need. Then those with Gareth for so long a space Stared at the figures, that at last it seem'd The dragon-boughts and elvish emblemings Began to move, seethe, twine and curl : they call'd To Gareth, "Lord, the gateway is alive." And Gareth likewise on them fixt his eyes So long, that ev'n to him they seem'd to move. Out of the city a blast of music peal'd. Back from the gate started the three, to whom From out thereunder came an ancient man, Long-bearded, saying, "Who be ye, my sons?" Then Gareth, "We be tillers of the soil, Who leaving share in furrow come to see The glories of our King: but these, my men, (Your city moved so weirdly in the mist,) Doubt if the King be King at all, or come From fairyland; and whether this be built By magic, and by fairy Kings and Queens; Then that old Seer made answer play. ing on him And saying, "Son, I have seen the good ship sail Keel upward and mast downward in the heavens, And solid turrets topsy-turvy in air : And here is truth; but an it please thee not, Take thou the truth as thou hast told it me. For truly, as thou sayest, a Fairy King And Fairy Queens have built the city, son; They came from out a sacred mountain- | Whom Gareth looking after said, "My cleft Toward the sunrise, each with harp in hand, And built it to the music of their harps. And as thou sayest it is enchanted, son, For there is nothing in it as it seems Saving the King; tho' some there be that hold The King a shadow, and the city real : Yet take thou heed of him, for, so thou pass Beneath this archway, then wilt thou become A thrall to his enchantments, for the King Will bind thee by such vows, as is a shame A man should not be bound by, yet the which No man can keep; but, so thou dread to swear, Pass not beneath this gateway, but abide To music, therefore never built at all, Gareth spake Anger'd, "Old Master, reverence thine own beard That looks as white as utter truth, and seems Wellnigh as long as thou art statured tall! Why mockest thou the stranger that hath been To thee fair-spoken?" But the Seer replied, "Know ye not then the Riddling of the Bards? 'Confusion, and illusion, and relation, Elusion, and occasion, and evasion'? I mock thee not but as thou mockest me, And all that see thee, for thou art not who Thou seemest, but I know thee who thou art. And now thou goest up to mock the King, Who cannot brook the shadow of any lie." Unmockingly the mocker ending here Turn'd to the right, and past along the plain; stone; Which Merlin's hand, the Mage at Arthur's court, Knowing all arts, had touch'd, and everywhere At Arthur's ordinance, tipt with lessening peak And pinnacle, and had made it spire to heaven. And ever and anon a knight would pass Outward, or inward to the hall : his arms Clash'd; and the sound was good to Gareth's ear. And out of bower and casement shyly glanced Eyes of pure women, wholesome stars of love; And all about a healthful people stept Then came a widow crying to the King, "A boon, Sir King! Thy father, Uther, reft From my dead lord a field with violence : For howsoe'er at first he proffer'd gold, Yet, for the field was pleasant in our eyes, We yielded not; and then he reft us of it Perforce, and left us neither gold nor field." Said Arthur, "Whether would ye? gold or field?" To whom the woman weeping, "Nay, my lord, The field was pleasant in my husband's eye." And Arthur, "Have thy pleasant field again, And thrice the gold for Uther's use thereof, According to the years. No boon is here, But justice, so thy say be proven true. Accursed, who from the wrongs his father did Would shape himself a right!" And while she past, Came yet another widow crying to him, "A boon, Sir King! Thine enemy, King, am I. With thine own hand thou slewest my dear lord, A knight of Uther, in the Barons' war, When Lot and many another rose and fought Against thee, saying thou wert basely Then came Sir Kay, the seneschal, and cried, "A boon, Sir King! ev'n that thou grant her none, This railer, that hath mock'd thee in full hall None; or the wholesome boon of gyve and gag." But Arthur, "We sit, King, to help the wrong'd Thro' all our realm. The woman loves her lord. Peace to thee, woman, with thy loves and hates ! The kings of old had doom'd thee to the flames, Aurelius Emrys would have scourged thee dead, And Uther slit thy tongue : but get thee hence Lest that rough humor of the kings of old Return upon me! Thou that art her kin, Go likewise; lay him low and slay him not, But bring him here, that I may judge the right, According to the justice of the King: Then, be he guilty, by that deathless King Who lived and died for men, the man shall die." Then came in hall the messenger of Mark, A name of evil savor in the land, bore What dazzled all, and shone far-off as shines A field of charlock in the sudden sun Between two showers, a cloth of palest gold, Which down he laid before the throne, and knelt, Delivering, that his Lord, the vassal king, Was ev'n upon his way to Camelot; And, for himself was of the greater state, |