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Larding and basting. See thou have “ Approach and arm me !" With slov not now

steps from out Larded thy last, except thou turn and An old storm-beaten, russet, many-stain'd fly.

Pavilion, forth a grizzled damsel came, There stands the third fool of their alle. And arm'd him in old arms, and brought gory."

a helm

With but a drying evergreen for crest, For there beyond a bridge of treble And gave a shield whereon the Star of

Even All in a rose-red from the west, and all Half-tarnish'd and half-bright, his emNaked it seem'd, and glowing in the blem, shone. broad

But when it glitter'd o'er the saddle-bow, Deep-dimpled current underneath, the They madly hurld together on the knight,

bridge, That named himself the Star of Evening, And Gareth overthrew him, lighted, stood.


There met him drawn, and overthrew And Gareth, “Wherefore waits the him again, madman there

But up like fire he started : and as oft Naked in open dayshine ?” “Nay,” As Gareth brought him grovelling on she cried,

his knees, “Not naked, only wrapt in harden's So many a time he vaulted up again ; skins

Till Gareth panted hard, and his great That fit him like his own; and so ye heart, cleave

Foredooming all his trouble was in vain, His armor off him, these will turn the Labor'd within him, for he seem'd as blade."


That all in later, sadder age begins Then the third brother shouted o'er To war against ill uses of a life, the bridge,

But these from all his life arise, and cry, “O brother-star, why shine ye here so “Thou hast made us lords, and canst low?

not put us down !” Thy ward is higher up: but have ye He half despairs; so Gareth seem'd to slain

strike The damsel's champion ?" and the dam- Vainly, the damsel clamoring all the sel cried,


“Well done, knave-knight, well strick“No star of thine, but shot from Ar- en, () good knight-knave – thur's heaven

Oknave, as noble as any of all the With all disaster unto thine and thee !

knights Por both thy younger brethren have Shame me not, shame me not. I have gone down

prophesied Before this youth ; and so wilt thou, Sir Strike, thou art worthy of the Table Star;

Round Art thou not old ?"

His arms are old, he trusts the harden'd

skin “Old, damsel, old and hard, Strike - strike — the wind will never Old, with the might and breath of change again.” twenty boys."

And Gareth hearing ever stronglier smote, Said Gareth, “Old, and over-bold in And hew'd great pieces of his armor off

brag! But that same strength which threw the But lash'd in vain against the harden'd Morning-Star

skin, Can throw the Evening."

And could not wholly bring him under,

more Then that other blew Than loud Southwesterns, rolling ridge A hard and deadly note upon the horn. | on ridge,

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The buoy that rides at sea, and dips and His heart be stirr'd with any foolish heat springs

At any gentle damsel's waywardness. Forever; till at length Sir Gareth's brand Shamed ? care not ! thy foul sayings Clash'd his, and brake it utterly to the fought for me: hilt.

And seeing now thy words are fair, me“I have thee now”; but forth that other thinks, sprang,

There rides no knight, not Lancelot, his And, all unknightlike, writhed his wiry

great self,

Hath force to quell me."
Around him, till he felt, despite his mail,
Strangled, but straining ev'n his utter-

Nigh upon that hour most

When the lone hern forgets his melan. Cast, and so hurl'd him headlong o'er choly, the bridge

| Lets down his other leg, and stretching Down to the river, sink or swim, and dreams cried,

Of goodly supper in the distant pool, “Lead, and I follow."

Then turn'd the noble damsel smiling at

him, But the damsel said, And told him of a cavern hard at hand, “ I lead no longer ; ride thou at my side; Where bread and baken meats and good Thou art the kingliest of all kitchen I red wine knaves.

Of Southland, which the Lady Lyonors

Had sent her coming champion, waited O trefoil, sparkling on the rainy him.

plain, O rainbow with three colors after rain, Anon they past a narrow comb wherein Shine sweetly: thrice my love hath Were slabs of rock with figures, knights smiled on me.'

on horse

Sculptured, and deckt in slowly waning “Sir, — and, good faith, I fain had hues. added — Knight,

“Sir Knave, my knight, a hermit once But that I heard thee call thyself a was here, knave, —

Whose holy hand hath fashion'd on the Shamed am I that I so rebuked, reviled, rock Missaid thee; noble I am ; and thought The war of Time against the soul of man. the King

And yon four fools have suck'd their Scorn'd me and mine ; and now thy par allegory don, friend,

From these damp walls, and taken but For thou hast ever answer'd courteously, the form. And wholly bold thou art, and meek Know ye not these ?” and Gareth lookt withal

and read -As any of Arthur's best, but, being knave, In letters like to those the vexillary Hast mazed my wit : I marvel what thou Hath left crag-carven o'er the streaming art.'


“PHOSPHORUS," then “MERIDIES" – “Damsel," he said, "ye be not all to “HESPERUS" blame

“Nox"_“Mors,” beneath five figures, Saving that ye mistrusted our good King armed men, Would handle scorn, or yield thee, ask. Slab after slab, their faces forward all, ing, one

And running down the Soul, a Shape Not fit to cope thy quest. Ye said your that fed say ;

With broken wings, torn raiment and Mine answer was my deed. Good sooth! loose hair, I hold

For help and shelter to the hermit's He scarce is knight, yea but half-man, nor meet

“Follow the faces, and we find it. Look, To fight for gentle damsel, he, who lets Who comes behind ?"

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For one ---delay'd at first | Had sent thee down before a lesser spear Thro' helping back the dislocated Kay Shamed had I been and sad — O Lancelot To Camelot, then by what thereafter

- thou !" chanced, The damsel's headlong error thro' the Whereat the maiden, petulant, “ Lanwood

celot, Sir Lancelot, having swum the river- Why came ye not, when call'd ? and loops —

wherefore now His blue shield-lions cover'd — softly Come ye, not call’d? I gloried in my drew

knave, Behind the twain, and when he saw the Who being still rebuked, would answer star

still Gleam, on Sir Gareth's turning to him, Courteous as any knight - but now, if cried,

knight, “Stay, felon knight, I avenge me for The marvel dies, and leaves me foold my friend."

and trick'd, And Gareth crying prick'd against the And only wondering wherefore play'd cry ;

upon : But when they closed — in a moment - And doubtful whether I and mine be at one touch

scorn'd. Of that skill'd spear, the wonder of the Where should be truth if not in Arthur's world

hall, Went sliding down so easily, and fell, In Arthur's presence? Knight, knare, That when he found the grass within his prince and fool, hands

I hate thee and forever.'
He laugh'd ; the laughter jarr'd upon
Lynette :

And Lancelot said, Harshly she ask'd him, “Shamed and “Blessed be thou, Sir Gareth ! knight overthrown,

art thou And tumbled back into the kitchen- To the King's best wish. O damsel, be knave,

ye wise Why laugh ye ? that ye blew your boast To call him shamed, who is but overin vain ?

thrown? “Nay, noble damsel, but that I, the son Thrown have I been, nor once, but many Of old King Lot and good Queen Belli a time. cent,

Victor from vanquish'd issues at the And victor of the bridges and the ford, last, And knight of Arthur, here lie thrown And overthrower from being overthrown. by whom

With sword we have not striven ; and I know not, all thro' mere unhappiness - | thy good horse Device and sorcery and unhappiness - And thou art weary ; yet not less I felt Out, sword ; we are thrown !" and Lan- Thy manhood thro' that wearied lance celot answer'd, “ Prince,

of thine. O Gareth – thro' the mere unhappiness Well hast thou done ; for all the stream Of one who came to help thee not to is freed, harm,

And thou hast wreak'd his justice on his Lancelot, and all as glad to find thee foes, whole,

And when reviled, hast answer'd graAs on the day when Arthur knighted ciously, him."

And makest merry, when overthrown.

Prince, Knight, Then Gareth, “Thou - Lancelot !- Hail, Knight and Prince, and of our thine the hand

Table Round !” That threw me? An some chance to mar the boast

And then when turning to Lynette he Thy brethren of thee make — which told could not chance

| The tale of Gareth, petulantly she said,

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"Ay well — ay well — for worse than | “Sound sleep be thine ! sound cause to being fool'd

sleep hast thou. Of others, is to fool one's self. A cave, Wake lusty! Seem I not as tender to Sir Lancelot, is hard by, with meats and him drinks

As any mother? Ay, but such a one And forage for the horse, and flint for fire. As all day long hath rated at her child, But all about it flies a honeysuckle. And vext his day, but blesses him asleep — Seek, till we find." And when they Good lord, how sweetly smells the honeysought and found,

suckle Sir Gareth drank and ate, and all his life in the hush'd night, as if the world were Past into sleep; on whom the maiden gazed.

of utter peace, and love, and gentleness !



O Lancelot, Lancelot” – and she clapt | Clung to the shield that Lancelot lent her hands —

him, crying, “Full merry am I to find my goodly “Yield, yield him this again : 't is he knave

must fight : Is knight and noble. See now, sworn I curse the tongue that all thro' yester: have I,

day Else yon black felon had not let me Reviled thee, and hath wrought on pass,

Lancelot now To tring thee back to do the battle with To lend thee horse and shield : wonders him.

ye have done ; Thus an thou goest, he will fight thee Miracles ye cannot : here is glory enow first;

In having flung the three : I see thee Who doubts thee victor ? so will my maim'd, knight-knave

Mangled : I swear thou canst not fling Miss the full flower of this accomplish the fourth.”

And wherefore, damsel ? tell me all Said Lancelot, “ Peradventure he, ye y e know. name,

Ye cannot scare me ; nor rough face, or May know my shield. Let Gareth, an v oice, he will,

Brute bulk of limb, or boundless savagery Change his for mine, and take my char- Appall me from the quest.'

ger, fresh, Not to be spurr’d, loving the battle as

“Nay, Prince," she cried, well

“God wot, I never look'd upon the As he that rides him.” “Lancelot-like,” face, she said,

Seeing he never rides abroad by day ; “Courteous in this, Lord Lancelot, as | But watch'd him have I like a phantom in all."


Chilling the night : nor have I heard the And Gareth, wakening, fiercely voice. clutch'd the shield ;

Always he made his mouthpiece of a Ramp, ye lance-splintering lions, on page whom all spears

Who came and went, and still reported Are rotten sticks ! ye seem agape to roar! him Yea, ramp and roar at leaving of your As closing in himself the strength of ten, lord !

| And when his anger tare him, massacring Care not, good beasts, so well I care for Man, woman, lad and girl — yea, the you.

soft babe O noble Lancelot, from my hold on these Some hold that he hath swallow'd infant Streams virtue — fire — thro' one that flesh, will not shame

| Monster ! O prince, I went for LanceEven the shadow of Lancelot under lot first shield.

The quest is Lancelot's : give him back Hence : let us go."

the shield.” Silent the silent field Said Gareth laughing, “An he fight They traversed. Arthur's harp tho' for this, summer-wan,

Belike he wins it as the better man : In counter motion to the clouds, allured | Thus - and not else ?” The glance of Gareth dreaming on his liege.

But Lancelot on him urged A star shot : “Lo," said Gareth, “ the All the devisings of their chivalry foe falls ! ”

| Where one might meet a mightier than An owl whoopt : “Hark the victor peal himself; ing there !"

How best to manage horse, lance, sword Suddenly she that rode upon his left

and shield,

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