However that might chance! but an he work, Like any pigeon will I cram his crop, And sleeker shall he shine than any hog." Then Lancelot standing near, "Sir Seneschal, Sleuth-hound thou knowest, and gray, and all the hounds; A horse thou knowest, a man thou dost not know: Broad brows and fair, a fluent hair and fine, High nose, a nostril large and fine, and hands Large, fair and fine! mystery Some young lad's In battle twice, and Lancelot once the King's For Lancelot was the first in Tournament, But Arthur mightiest on the battlefield Gareth was glad. Or if some other told, How once the wandering forester at dawn, Far over the blue tarns and hazy seas, But, or from sheepcot or king's hall, the On Caer-Eryri's highest found the King, boy A naked babe, of whom the Prophet Is noble-natured. Treat him with all grace, spake, "He passes to the Isle Avilion, Lest he should come to shame thy judg. He passes and is heal'd and cannot ing of him." die Gareth was glad. But if their talk were foul, Then would he whistle rapid as any lark, Or carol some old roundelay, and so loud That first they mock'd, but, after, reverenced him. Or Gareth telling some prodigious tale Of knights, who sliced a red life-bubbling way Thro' twenty folds of twisted dragon, held All in a gap-mouth'd circle his good mates Lying or sitting round him, idle hands, Charm'd; till Sir Kay, the seneschal, would come Blustering upon them, like a sudden wind Among dead leaves, and drive them all apart. Or when the thralls had sport among themselves, So there were any trial of mastery, So that Sir Kay nodded him leave to go, Would hurry thither, and when he saw the knights Clash like the coming and retiring wave, And the spear spring, and good horse reel, the boy Was half beyond himself for ecstasy. So for a month he wrought among the thralls; But in the weeks that follow'd, the good Queen, Repentant of the word she made him swear, | Of utter hardihood, utter gentleness, And, loving, utter faithfulness in love, And uttermost obedience to the King.' Then Gareth, lightly springing from his knees, And saddening in her childless castle, "My King, for hardihood I can promise sent, thee. Between the increscent and decrescent For uttermost obedience make demand moon, Of whom ye gave me to, the Seneschal, Arms for her son, and loosed him from No mellow master of the meats and his vow. This, Gareth hearing from a squire of Lot With whom he used to play at tourney once, When both were children, and in lonely haunts Would scratch a ragged oval on the sand, And each at either dash from either end Shame never made girl redder than Gareth joy. He laugh'd; he sprang. "Out of the smoke, at once I leap from Satan's foot to Peter's knee These news be mine, none other's- nay, the King's Descend into the city" sought whereon he drinks ! And as for love, God wot, I love not yet, But love I shall, God willing." And the King "Make thee my knight in secret? yea, but he, Our noblest brother, and our truest man, And one with me in all, he needs must know." "Let Lancelot know, my King, let Lancelot know, Thy noblest and thy truest!" And the King"But wherefore would ye men should wonder at you? Nay, rather for the sake of me, their King, And the deed's sake my knighthood do the deed, Than to be noised of." Merrily Gareth ask'd, "Have I not earn'd my cake in baking of it? Let be my name until I make my name! My deeds will speak: it is but for a day." So with a kindly hand on Gareth's arm Smiled the great King, and half-unwillingly Loving his lusty youthhood yielded to him. Then, after summoning Lancelot privily, "I have given him the first quest: he is not proven. Look therefore when he calls for this in hall, Thou get to horse and follow him far away. Cover the lions on thy shield, and see Far as thou mayest, he be nor ta'en nor slain." Then that same day there past into the hall A damsel of high lineage, and a brow May-blossom, and a cheek of apple-blos- | Save whom she loveth, or a holy life. Now therefore have I come for Lancelot." som, Rest would I not, Sir King, an I were king, Then Arthur mindful of Sir Gareth ask'd, "Damsel, ye know this Order lives to crush But say, All wrongers of the Realm. these four, Who be they? What the fashion of the men?" "They be of foolish fashion, O Sir King, The fashion of that old knight-errantry Who ride abroad and do but what they will; Till ev'n the lonest hold were all as free Courteous or bestial from the moment, From cursed bloodshed, as thine altar-Such as have nor law nor king; and three cloth of these Proud in their fantasy call themselves the Day, Morning-Star, and Noon-Sun, and Evening-Star, Being strong fools; and never a whit more wise The fourth, who alway rideth arm'd in black, A huge man-beast of boundless savagery. He names himself the Night and oftener Death, And wears a helmet mounted with a skull And bears a skeleton figured on his arms, To show that who may slay or scape the three Slain by himself shall enter endless night. And all these four be fools, but mighty Sir Gareth strode, and saw without the door King Arthur's gift, the worth of half a town, A warhorse of the best, and near it stood The two that out of north had follow'd him : This bare a maiden shield, a casque; that held The horse, the spear; whereat Sir Gareth loosed A cloak that dropt from collar-bone to heel, A cloth of roughest web, and cast it down, And from it like a fuel-smother'd fire, That lookt half-dead, brake bright, and flash'd as those Dull-coated things, that making slide apart Their dusk wing-cases, all beneath there burns A jewel'd harness, ere they pass and fly. So Gareth ere he parted flash'd in arms. Then while he donn'd the helm, and took the shield And mounted horse and graspt a spear, of grain Storm-strengthen'd on a windy site, and tipt With trenchant steel, around him slowly prest The people, and from out of kitchen came The thralls in throng, and seeing who had work'd Lustier than any, and whom they could but love, Mounted in arms, threw up their caps and cried, "God bless the King, and all his fellowship!" And on thro' lanes of shouting Gareth rode Down the slope street, and past without the gate. So Gareth past with joy; but as the cur Pluckt from the cur he fights with, ere his cause Be cool'd by fighting, follows, being named, His owner, but remembers all, and growls "Tut, tell not me," said Kay, "ye are overfine To mar stout knaves with foolish courtesies." Then mounted, on thro' silent faces rode Down the slope city, and out beyond the gate. But by the field of tourney lingering yet Mutter'd the damsel, "Wherefore did the King Scorn me? for, were Sir Lancelot lackt, at least He might have yielded to me one of those Who tilt for lady's love and glory here, Rather than -O sweet heaven! O fie "Bound upon a quest upon himthe King hath His kitchen-knave.' Thralls to your With horse and arms. Begone! - my knave!-- belike and like To whom Sir Gareth drew (And there were none but few goodlier than he) Shining in arms, "Damsel, the quest is mine. Lead, and I follow." She thereat, as one That smells a foul-flesh'd agaric in the holt, And deems it carrion of some woodland thing, Or shrew, or weasel, nipt her slender nose With petulant_thumb and finger shrilling, "Hence ! Avoid, thou smellest all of kitchen-grease. And look who comes behind," for there was Kay. "Knowest thou not me? thy master? I am Kay. We lack thee by the hearth." And Gareth to him, "Master no more! too well I know thee, ay The most ungentle knight in Arthur's hall." "Have at thee then," said Kay: they shock'd, and Kay Fell shoulder-slipt, and Gareth cried again, "Lead, and I follow," and fast away she fled. But after sod and shingle ceased to fly Behind her, and the heart of her good horse Was nigh to burst with violence of the beat, Perforce she stay'd, and overtaken spoke. |