Then strode the brute Earl up and down his | Before the useful trouble of the rain:
And took his russet beard between his teeth; Last, coming up quite close, and in his mood Crying, "I count it of no more avail, Dame, to be gentle than ungentle with you; Take my salute," unknightly with flat hand, However lightly, smote her on the cheek. Then Enid, in her utter helplessness,
And since she thought, "he had not dared to do it,
Except he surely knew my lord was dead," Sent forth a sudden sharp and bitter cry, As of a wild thing taken in the trap,
Yet not so misty were her meek blue eyes As not to see before them on the path, Right in the gateway of the bandit hold, A knight of Arthur's court, who laid his lance In rest, and made as if to fall upon him. Then, fearing for his hurt and loss of blood, She, with her mind all full of what had chanced, Shrieked to the stranger, "Slay not a dead man!'
"The voice of Enid," said the knight; but she, Beholding it was Edyrn son of Nudd,
Was moved so much the more, and shrieked again,
Which sees the trapper coming through the "O cousin, slay not him who gave you life." wood.
This heard Geraint, and grasping at his sword, (It lay beside him in the hollow shield), Made but a single bound, and with a sweep of it Shore through the swarthy neck, and like a ball The russet-bearded head rolled on the floor. So died Earl Doorm by him he counted dead. And all the men and women in the hall Rose when they saw the dead man rise, and fled Yelling as from a spectre, and the two Were left alone together, and he said:
Enid, I have used you worse than that dead
Done you more wrong: we both have undergone That trouble which has left me thrice your own: Henceforward I will rather die than doubt. And here I lay this penance on myself, Not, though mine own ears heard you yester-
You thought me sleeping, but I heard you say, I heard you say, that you were no true wife: I swear I will not ask your meaning in it: I do believe yourself against yourself,
And will henceforward rather die than doubt."
And Enid could not say one tender word, She felt so blunt and stupid at the heart: She only prayed him, "Fly, they will return And slay you; fly, your charger is without, My palfrey lost." "Then, Enid, shall you ride Behind me." "Yea," said Enid, "let us go." And moving out they found the stately horse, Who now no more a vassal to the thief, But free to stretch his limbs in lawful fight, Neighed with all gladness as they came, and stooped
With a low whinny toward the pair: and she Kissed the white star upon his noble front, Glad also; then Geraint upon the horse Mounted, and reached a hand, and on his foot She set her own and climbed; he turned his face And kissed her climbing, and she cast her arms About him, and at once they rode away.
And never yet, since high in Paradise O'er the four rivers the first roses blew, Came purer pleasure unto mortal kind
Than lived through her, who in that perilous hour
Put hand to hand beneath her husband's heart, And felt him hers again: she did not weep, But o'er her meek eyes came a happy mist Like that which kept the heart of Eden green
And Edyrn moving frankly forward spake: My lord Geraint, I greet you with all love; I took you for a bandit knight of Doorm; And fear not, Enid, I should fall upon him, Who love you, Prince, with something of the love
Wherewith we love the Heaven that chastens
For once, when I was up so high in pride That I was half-way down the slope to hell, By overthrowing me you threw me higher. Now, made a knight of Arthur's Table Round, And since I knew this Earl, when I myself Was half a bandit in my lawless hour, I come the mouthpiece of our king to Doorm (The king is close behind me) bidding him Disband himself, and scatter all his powers, Submit, and bear the judgment of the king."
"He hears the judgment of the King of Kings,"
Cried the wan Prince; "and lo the powers of Doorm
Are scattered," and he pointed to the field, Where, huddled here and there on mound and
Were men and women staring and aghast, While some yet fled; and then he plainlier told How the huge Earl lay slain within his hall. But when the knight besought him, "Follow me, Prince, to the camp, and in the king's own ear Speak what has chanced; you surely have en- dured
Strange chances here alone;" that other flushed, And hung his head, and halted in reply, Fearing the mild face of the blameless king, And after madness acted question asked; Till Edyrn crying, "If you will not go
To Arthur, then will Arthur come to you," Enough," he said, "I follow," and they went. But Enid in their going had two fears, One from the bandit scattered in the field, And one from Edyrn. Every now and then, When Edyrn reined his charger at her side, She shrank a little. In a hollow land, From which old. fires have broken, men may fear
Fresh fire and ruin. He, perceiving, said:
"Fair and dear cousin, you that most had
To fear me, fear no longer, I am changed. Yourself were first the blameless cause to make My nature's prideful sparkle in the blood Break into furious flame; being repulsed
By Yniol and yourself, I schemed and wrought Until I overturned him; then set up (With one main purpose ever at my heart) My haughty jousts, and took a paramour; Did her mock-honor as the fairest fair, And, toppling over all antagonism, So waxed in pride, that I believed myself Unconquerable, for I was well-nigh mad: And, but for my main purpose in these jousts, I should have slain your father, seized yourself. I lived in hope that some time you would come To these my lists with him whom best you loved; And there poor cousin, with your meek blue eyes,
The truest eyes that ever answered heaven, Behold me overturn and trample on him. Then, had you cried, or knelt, or prayed to me, I should not less have killed him. And you
But once you came-and with your own true
Beheld the man you loved (I speak as one Speaks of a service done him) overthrow My proud self, and my purpose three years old, And set his foot upon me, and give me life. There was I broken down; there was I saved: Though thence I rode all-shamed, hating the life He gave me, meaning to be rid of it.
And all the penance the Queen laid upon me Was but to rest a while within her court; Where first as sullen as a beast new-caged, And waiting to be treated like a wolf, Because I knew my deeds were known, I found, Instead of scornful pity or pure scorn, Such fine reserve and noble reticence, Manners so kind, yet stately, such a grace Of tenderest courtesy, that I began To glance behind me at my former life, And find that it had been the wolf's indeed : And oft I talked with Dubric, the high saint, Who, with mild heat of holy oratory, Subdued me somewhat to that gentleness, Which, when it weds with manhood, makes a
And you were often there about the Queen, But saw me not, or marked not if you saw; Nor did I care or dare to speak with you, But kept myself aloof till I was changed; And fear not, cousin; I am changed indeed."
He spoke, and Enid easily believed, Like simple noble natures, credulous Of what they long for, good in friend or foe, There most in those who most have done them ill.
And when they reached the camp the King him- self
Advanced to greet them, and beholding her Though pale, yet happy, asked her not a word, But went apart with Edyrn, whom he held In converse for a little, and returned, And, gravely smiling, lifted her from horse, And kissed her with all pureness, brother-like, And showed an empty tent allotted her, And glancing for a minute, till he saw her Pass into it, turned to the Prince, and said:
"Prince, when of late you prayed me for my leave
To move to your own land, and there defend
Your marches, I was pricked with some reproof, As one that let foul wrong stagnate and be, By having looked too much through alien eyes, And wrought too long with delegated hands, Not used mine own: but now behold me come To cleanse this common sewer of all my realm, With Edyrn and with others: have you looked At Edyrn? have you seen how nobly changed? This work of his is great and wonderful. His very face with change of heart is changed. The world will not believe a man repents: And this wise world of ours is mainly right. Full seldom does a man repent, or use Both grace and will to pick the vicious quitch Of blood and custom wholly out of him, And make all clean, and plant himself afresh. Edyrn has done it, weeding all his heart As I will weed this land before I go. I, therefore, made him of our Table Round, One of our noblest, our most valorous, Not rashly, but have proved him every way Sanest and most obedient: and, indeed, This work of Edyrn wrought upon himself A thousand-fold more great and wonderful After a life of violence, seems to me Than if some knight of mine, risking his life, Should make an onslaught single on a realm My subject with my subjects under him, Of robbers, though he slew them one by one, And were himself nigh wounded to the death."
So spake the King; low bowed the Prince, and felt
His work was neither great nor wonderful, And passed to Enid's tent; and thither came The King's own leech to look into his hurt; And Enid tended on him there; and there Her constant motion round him, and the breath Of her sweet tendance hovering over him, Filled all the genial courses of his blood With deeper and with ever deeper love, As the south-west that blowing Bala lake Fills all the sacred Dee. So passed the days.
But while Geraint lay healing of his hurt, The blameless King went forth and cast his eyes On whom his father Uther left in charge Long since, to guard the justice of the King: He looked and found them wanting; and as
Men weed the white horse on the Berkshire hills To keep him bright and clean as heretofore, He rooted out the slothful officer And in their chairs set up a stronger race Or guilty, which for bribe had winked at wrong, With hearts and hands, and sent a thousand
To till the wastes, and moving everywhere Cleared the dark places and let in the law, And broke the bandit holds and cleansed the land.
Then when Geraint was whole again, they passed
With Arthur to Caerleon upon Usk. There the great Queen once more embraced her friend,
And though Geraint could never take again And clothed her in apparel like the day. That comfort from their converse which he took
Before the Queen's fair name was breathed upon, He rested well content that all was well. Thence after tarrying for a space they rode, And fifty knights rode with them to the shores Of Severn, and they passed to their own land. And there he kept the justice of the King So vigorously yet mildly, that all hearts Applauded, and the spiteful whisper died: And being ever foremost in the chase, And victor at the tilt and tournament, They called him the great Prince and man of
But Enid, whom her ladies loved to call Enid the Fair, a grateful people named Enid the Good; and in their halls arose The cry of children, Enids and Geraints Of times to be; nor did he doubt her more But rested in her fealty, till he crowned A happy life with a fair death, and fell Against the heathen of the Northern Sea In battle, fighting for the blameless King.
ELAINE the fair, Elaine the lovable, Elaine, the lily maid of Astolat, High in her chamber up a tower to the east Guarded the sacred shield of Lancelot;
Which first she placed where morning's earliest ray
Might strike it, and awake her with the gleam; Then fearing rust or soilure, fashioned for it A case of silk, and braided thereupon All the devices blazoned on the shield In their own tinct, and added, of her wit, A border fantasy of branch and flower, And yellow-throated nestling in the nest. Nor rested thus content, but day by day Leaving her household and good father climbed That eastern tower, and entering barred her door, Stripped off the case, and read the naked shield, Now guessed a hidden meaning in his arms, Now made a pretty history to herself Of every dint a sword had beaten in it, And every scratch a lance had made upon it, Conjecturing when and where: this cut is fresh;
That ten years back; this dealt him at Caerlyle;
That at Caerleon; this at Camelot :
And ah God's mercy what a stroke was there! And here a thrust that might have killed, but God
Broke the strong lance, and rolled his enemy down,
And saved him: so she lived in fantasy.
How came the lily maid by that good shield Of Lancelot, she that knew not even his name? He left it with her, when he rode to tilt For the great diamond in the diamond jousts, Which Arthur had ordained, and by that name Had named them, since a diamond was the prize.
For Arthur when none knew from whence he came,
Long ere the people chose him for their king,
| Roving the trackless realms of Lyonnesse, Had found a glen, gray boulder aud black tarn A horror lived about the tarn, and clave Like its own mists to all the mountain-side: For here two brothers, one a king, had met And fought together: but their names were lost. And each had slain his brother at a blow, And down they fell and made the glen ab- horred:
And there they lay till all their bones were bleached,
And lichened into color with the crags: And he that once was king had on a crown Of diamonds, one in front, and four aside. And Arthur came, and laboring up the pass All in a misty moonshine, unawares
Had trodden that crowned skeleton, and the
Now for the central diamond and the last And largest, Arthur, holding then his court Hard on the river nigh the place which now Is this world's hugest, let proclaim a joust At Camelot, and when the time drew nigh Spake (for she had been sick) to Guinevere, "Are you so sick, my queen, you cannot move To these fair jousts?" "Yea, lord," she said, "you know it."
"Then will you miss," he answered, "the great deeds
Of Lancelot, and his prowess in the lists, A sight you love to look on." And the Queen
Lifted her eyes, and they dwelt languidly On Lancelot, where he stood beside the King. He thinking that he read her meaning there, "Stay with me, I am sick; my love is more Than many diamonds," yielded, and a heart, Love-loyal to the least wish of the Queen
(However much he yearned to make complete The tale of diamonds for his destined boon) Urged him to speak against the truth, and say, "Sir King, mine ancient wound is hardly whole, And lets me from the saddle;" and the King Glanced first at him, then her, and went his way.
No sooner gone than suddenly she began:
"To blame, my lord Sir Lancelot, much to blame.
Why go you not to these fair jousts? the knights
Are half of them our enemies, and the crowd Will murmur, lo the shameless ones, who take Their pastime now the trustful king is gone!" Then Lancelot, vexed at having lied in vain: "Are you so wise? you were not once so wise, My queen, that summer, when you loved me first.
Then of the crowd you took no more account Than of the myriad cricket of the mead, When its own voice clings to each blade of
And every voice is nothing. As to knights, Them surely can I silence with all ease. But now my loyal worship is allowed Of all men: many a bard, without offence, Has linked our names together in his lay, Lancelot the flower of bravery, Guinevere, The pearl of beauty: and our knights at feast Have pledged us in this union, while the king Would listen smiling. How then? is there more?
Has Arthur spoken aught? or would yourself, Now weary of my service and devoir, Henceforth be truer to your faultless lord?"
She broke into a little scornful laugh. "Arthur, my lord, Arthur, the faultless king, That passionate perfection, my good lord- But who can gaze upon the sun in heaven? He never spake word of reproach to me, He never had a glimpse of mine untruth, He cares not for me: only here to-day There gleamed a vague suspicion in his eyes: Some meddling rogue has tampered with him- else
Rapt in this fancy of his Table Round, And swearing men to vows impossible, To make them like himself: but, friend, to me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth; The low sun makes the color: I am yours, Not Arthur's, as you know, save by the bond. And therefore hear my words: go to the jousts: The tiny-trumpeting gnat can break our dream When sweetest; and the vermin voices here May buzz so loud-we scorn them, but they sting."
Then answered Lancelot, the chief of knights: And with what face, after my pretext made, Shall I appear, O Queen, at Camelot, I Before a king who honors his own word, As if it were his God's?"
"Yea," said the Queen "A moral child without the craft to rule, Else had he not lost me: but listen to me, If I must find you wit: we hear it said
That men go down before your spear at a touch, But knowing you are Lancelot; your great name, This conquers: hide it therefore; go unknown: Win! by this kiss you will: and our true king Will then allow your pretext, O my knight, As all for glory; for to speak him true, You know right well, how meek soe'er he seem, No keener hunter after glory breathes. He loves it in his knights more than himself: They prove to him his work: win and return."
Then got Sir Lancelot suddenly to horse, Wroth at himself: not willing to be known, He left the barren-beaten thoroughfare, Chose the green path that showed the rarer foot, And there among the solitary downs, Full often lost in fancy, lost his way; Till as he traced a faintly-shadowed track, That all in loops and links among the dales Ran to the Castle of Astolat, he saw
Fired from the west, far on a hill, the towers. Thither he made and wound the gateway horn. Then came an old, dumb, myriad-wrinkled man, Who let him into lodging and disarmed. And Lancelot marvelled at the wordless man; And issuing found the Lord of Astolat With two strong sons, Sir Torre and Sir Lavaine, Moving to meet him in the castle court; And close behind them stepped the lily maid Elaine, his daughter: mother of the house There was not: some light jest among them rose With laughter dying down as the great knight Approached them: then the Lord of Astolat: "Whence comest thou, my guest, and by what
Livest between the lips? for by thy state And presence I might guess thee chief of those, After the king, who eat in Arthur's halls. Him have I seen: the rest, his Table Round, Known as they are, to me they are unknown."
Then answered Lancelot, the chief of knights: "Known am I, and of Arthur's hall, and known, What I by mere mischance have brought, ny shield.
But since I go to joust as one unknown At Camelot for the diamond, ask me not, Hereafter you shall know me--and the shield- I pray you lend me one, if such you have, Blank, or at least with some device not mine."
Then said the Lord of Astolat, "Here is Torre's:
Hurt in his first tilt was my son, Sir Torre. And so, God wot, his shield is blank enough. His you can have." Then added plain Sir Torre, "Yea since I cannot use it, you may have it." Here laughed the father, saying, "Fie, Sir Churl, Is that an answer for a noble knight? Allow him but Lavaine, my younger here, He is so full of lustihood, he will ride Joust for it, and win and bring it in an hour And set it in this damsel's golden hair, To make her thrice as wilful as before."
"Nay, father, nay good father, shame me not Before this noble knight," said young Lavaine, "For nothing. Surely I but played on Torre: He seemed so sullen, vexed he could not go: A jest, no more: for, knight, the maiden dreamed
That some one put this diamond in her hand, And that it was too slippery to be held, And slipped and fell into some pool or stream, The castle-well, belike; and then I said That if I went and if I fought and won it (But all was jest and joke among ourselves) Then must she keep it safelier. All was jest. But father give me leave, an if he will, To ride to Camelot with this noble knight: Win shall I not, but do my best to win: Young as I am, yet would I do my best."
"So you will grace me," answered Lancelot, Smiling a moment, "with your fellowship O'er these waste downs whereon I lost myself, Then were I glad of you as guide and friend; And you shall win this diamond—as I hear, It is a fair large diamond-if you may, And yield it to this maiden, if you will." "A fair large diamond," added plain Sir Torre, "Such be for queens and not for simple maids." Then she, who held her eyes upon the ground, Elaine, and heard her name so tossed about, Flushed slightly at the slight disparagement Before the stranger knight, who, looking at her, Full courtly, yet not falsely, thus returned: "If what is fair be but for what is fair, And only queens are to be counted so,
Against my house, and him they caught and maimed;
But I, my sons and little daughter fled From bonds or death, and dwelt among the woods
By the great river in a boatman's hut. Dull days were those, till our good Arthur broke The Pagan yet once more on Badon hill,"
"Oh there, great Lord, doubtless," Lavaine said, rapt
By all the sweet and sudden passion of youth Toward greatness in its elder, "you have fought. Oh tell us; for we live apart, you know, Of Arthur's glorious wars." And Lancelot spoke.
And answered him at full, as having been With Arthur in the fight which all day long Rang by the white mouth of the violent Glem; And in the four wild battles by the shore Of Duglas; that on Bassa; then the war That thundered in and out the gloomy skirts Of Celidon the forest; and again By castle Gurnion where the glorious king Had on his cuirass worn our Lady's Head, Carved of one emerald, centred in a sun Of silver rays, that lightened as he breathed; And at Caerleon had he helped his lord,
Rash were my judgment then, who deem this When the strong neighings of the wild White
Might wear as fair a jewel as is on earth, Not violating the bond of like to like."
He spoke and ceased: the lily maid Elaine, Won by the mellow voice before she looked, Lifted her eyes, and read his lineaments. The great and guilty love he bare the Queen, In battle with the love he bare his lord, Had marred his face, and marked it ere his time. Another sinning on such heights with one, The flower of all the west and all the world, Had been the sleeker for it: but in him His mood was often like a fiend, and rose And drove him into wastes and solitudes For agony, who was yet a living soul. Marred as he was, he seemed the goodliest man, That ever among ladies ate in hall,
And noblest, when she lifted up her eyes. However marred, of more than twice her years, Seamed with an ancient sword-cut on the cheek, And bruised and bronzed, she lifted up her eyes And loved him, with that love which was her doom.
Then the great knight, the darling of the court,
Loved of the loveliest, into that rude hall Stepped with all grace, and not with half disdain Hid under grace, as in a smaller time, But kindly man moving among his kind: Whom they with meats and vintage of their best And talk and minstrel melody entertained. And much they asked of court and Table Round, And ever well and readily answered he: But Lancelot when they glanced at Guinevere, Suddenly speaking of the wordless man, Heard from the Baron that, ten years before, The heathen caught and reft him of his tongue. "He learned and warned me of their fierce de- sign
Set every gilded parapet shuddering; And up in Agned Cathregonion too,
And down the waste sand-shores of Trath Tre
Where many a heathen fell; "and on the mount Of Badon I myself beheld the King
Charge at the head of all his Table Round, And all his legions crying Christ and him, And break them; and I saw him, after, stand High on a heap of slain, from spur to plume Red as the rising sun with heathen blood, And seeing me, with a great voice he cried, They are broken, they are broken!' for the King,
However mild he seems at home, nor cares For triumph in our mimic wars, the jousts- For if his own knight cast him down, he laughs, Saying, his knights are better men than he- Yet in this heathen war the fire of God Fills him: I never saw his like: there lives No greater leader."
Low to her own heart said the lily maid, "Save your great self, fair lord; " and when he
fell From talk of war to traits of pleasantryBeing mirthful he but in a stately kindShe still took note that when the living smile Died from his lips, across him came a cloud Of melancholy severe, from which again, Whenever in her hovering to-and-fro The lily maid had striven to make him cheer, There brake a sudden-beaming tenderness Of manners and of nature: and she thought That all was nature, all, perchance, for her. And all night long his face before her lived, As when a painter, poring on a face, Divinely through all hinderance finds the man Behind it, and so paints him that his face, The shape and color of a mind and life,
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