Suddenly speaking of the wordless man, Heard from the Baron that, ten years before, The heathen caught and reft him of his tongue. "He learnt and warn'd me of their fierce design Against my house, and him they caught and maim'd: But I my sons and little daughter fled 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." "O there, good Lord, doubtless," Lavaine said, rapt By all the sweet and sudden passion of youth Toward greatness in its elder, you have fought. O tell us; for we live apart, you know Of Arthur's glorious wars.' And Lancelot spoke And answer'd him at full, as having been And in the four wild battles by the shore By castle Gurnion where the glorious King Set every gilded parapet shuddering; Where many a heathen fell; "and on the mount Of Badon I myself beheld the King However mild he seems at home, nor cares Saying, his knights are better men than he - While he utter'd this, 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 pleasantry Being mirthful he but in a stately kind She needs must bid farewell to sweet First as in fear, step after step, she stole, Down the long tower-stairs, hesitating: Anon, she heard Sir Lancelot cry in the court, "This shield, my friend, where is it?" and Lavaine Past inward, as she came from out the tower. There to his proud horse Lancelot turn'd, and smooth'd The glossy shoulder, humming to himself. Half-envious of the flattering hand, she drew Nearer and stood. He look'd, and more amazed Than if seven men had set upon him, saw will you wear 'Ñay," said 66 I well believe, the noblest My favor at this tourney?" he, "Fair lady, since I never yet have worn Favor of any lady in the lists. Such is my wont, as those, who know me, know." "Yea, so, ," she answer'd; "then in wearing mine Needs must be lesser likelihood, noble lord, That those who know should know you.' And he turn'd Her counsel up and down within his mind, And found it true, and answer'd, "True, my child. Well, I will wear it: fetch it out to me : What is it?" and she told him "a red sleeve Broider'd with pearls," and brought it: then he bound Her token on his helmet, with a smile Meanwhile the new companions past away Not far from Camelot, now for forty years The green light from the meadows under- Struck up and lived along the milky roofs; But when the next day broke from underground, And shot red fire and shadows thro' the cave, They rose, heard mass, broke fast, and rode away: Then Lancelot saying, "Hear, but hold my name Hidden, you ride with Lancelot of the Lake," Robed in red samite, easily to be known, Fled ever thro' the woodwork, till they found Then Lancelot answer'd young Lavaine "Me you call great: mine is the firmer seat, oh him But in the field were Lancelot's kith and kin, Ranged with the Table Round that held the lists, Strong men, and wrathful that a stranger Should do and almost overdo the deeds But left him leave to stammer," Is it indeed?" worn Not such his wont, as we, that know him, | Hid from the wide world's rumor by the know." "How then? who then?" a fury seized on them, A fiery family passion for the name Of Lancelot, and a glory one with theirs. They couch'd their spears and prick'd their steeds and thus, Their plumes driv'n backward by the wind they made In moving, all together down upon him Its stormy crests that smote against the skies, Then Sir Lavaine did well and worshipfully; He bore a knight of old repute to the earth, And brought his horse to Lancelot where he lay. He up the side, sweating with agony, got, And all the Table Round that held the lists, Of scarlet, and the pearls; and all the knights His party, cried" Advance, and take your prize The diamond"; but he answer'd, "Diamond me No diamonds! for God's love, a little air! Prize me no prizes, for my prize is death! Hence will I and I charge you, follow me not." He spoke, and vanish'd suddenly from the field With young Lavaine into the poplar grove. There from his charger down he slid, and sat, Gasping to Sir Lavaine, Draw.the lancehead": "Ah, my sweet lord, Sir Lancelot," said Lavaine, "I dread me, if I draw it, you will die." But he, "I die already with it: draw Draw" - and Lavaine drew, and that other gave A marvellous great shriek and ghastly groan, And half his blood burst forth, and down he sank For the pure pain, and wholly swoon'd away. Then came the hermit out and bare him in, There stanch'd his wound; and there, in daily doubt Whether to live or die, for many a week grove Of poplars with their noise of falling showers, And ever-tremulous aspen-trees, he lay. At Arthur's right, with smiling face arose, With smiling face and frowning heart, a Prince In the mid might and flourish of his May, Gawain, surnamed The Courteous, fair and strong. And after Lancelot, Tristram, and Geraint And Lamorack, a good knight, but therewithal Sir Modred's brother, of a crafty house, The banquet, and concourse of knights and kings. So all in wrath he got to horse and went; While Arthur to the banquet, dark in mood, Past, thinking, "Is it Lancelot who has come Despite the wound he spake of, all for gain Of glory, and has added wound to wound, |