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It is indeed the chief charm of these old knights that they have the capacity to love as well as to fight, and al- though we are impressed with the beauty of the landscape that is given us with such impassioned force, it is when we have followed our knight over fields white with May, have forded the shin- ing rivers, and passed the dark wood that our romance begins. For here we find the maiden i Ar who will love or treat disdainfully the kinght V VI INTRODUCTION. who has braved so much for her. If we grieve to find Guinevere, Vivien, and Ettarre false, wricked, and fickle, we are pleased with the vir- tue of lively Lynette and the good Enid, and our heart feels for tKe sad Elaine. The six heroines of the Round Table seem to possess the different characteristics of all womankind, and the tale of their loves and sorrows is as a mirror that reflects our own heart-ache or con- tent. We have a better chivalry than they, and our true knight still kneels to the lady in his shield as constantly as did the knight of old in those old days of the old home land of England. CONTENTS. Idylls of the King: Dedication • i The Coming of Arthur ' 4 The Round Table : Gareth and Lynette ^5 Geraint and Enid 85 Merlin and Vivien '55 Lancelot and Elaine 193 The Holy Grail 250 Pellea and Ettarre 287 The Last Tournament 313 Guinevere 345 The Passing of Arthur 373 To the Queen 393 IDYLLS OF THE KING. DEDICATION. These to His Memory — since he held then- dear, Perchance as finding there unconsciously Some image of himself — I dedicate, I dedicate, I consecrate with tears — These Idylls. And indeed He seems to me Scarce other than my king's ideal knight, " Who reverenced his conscience as his king; Whose glory was, redressing human wrong ; Who spake no slander, no, nor listened to it ; Who loved one only and who clave to her — ■" Her — over all whose realms to their last isle. Commingled with the gloom of imminent war. The shadow of His loss drew like eclipse, Darkening the world. We have lost him : he is gone : 2 BE Die A TION. We know him now : all narrow jealousies Are silent ; and we see him as he moved, How modest, kindly, all-accomplish'd, wise. With what sublime repression of himself. And in what limits, and how tenderly ; Not swaying to this faction or to that ; Not making his high place the lawless perch Of wing'd ambitions, nor a vantage-ground For pleasure ; but thro' all this tract of years Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses. In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot : for where is he, Who dares foreshadow for an only son A lovelier life, a more unstain''d, than his? Or how should England dreaming of his sons Hope more for these than some inheritance Of such a life, a heart, a mind as thine. Thou noble Father of her Kings to be. Laborious for her people and her poor — Voice in the ricli dawn of an ampler day — Far-sighted summoner of War and Waste To fruitful strifes and rivalries of peace — Sweet nature gilded by the gracious gleam Of letters, dear to Science, dear to Art, Dear to thy land and ours, a Prince indeed, Beyond all titles, and a household name, Hereafter, thro' all times, Albert the Good. DEDICA TION. 3 Break not, O woman's-heart, but still endure: Break not, for thou art Royal, but endure, Remembering all the beauty of that star Which shone so close beside Thee that ye made One light together, but has past and leaves The Crown a lonely splendor. May all love, His love, unseen but felt, o'ershadov^^ Thee, The love of all Thy sons encompass Thee, The love of all Thy daughters cherish Thee, The love of all Thy people comfort Thee, Till God's love set Thee at his side again ! THE COMING OF ARTHUR. THE COMING OF ARTHUR. Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child ; And she was fairest of all flesh on earth, Guinevere, and in her his one delight. For many a petty king ere Arthur came Ruled in this isle, and ever waging war Each upon other, wasted all the land ; And still from time to time the heathen host Swarm'd overseas, and harried what was left. And so there grew great tracts of wilderness, Wherein the beast was ever more and more, But man was less and less, till Arthur came. For first Aurelius lived and fought and died, And after him King Uther fought and died, But either faiPd to make the kingdom one. And after these King Arthur for a space, And thro^ the puissance of his Table Round, Drew all their petty princedoms under him. Their king and head, and made a realm, and reign'd. And thus the land of Cameliard was waste. Thick with wet woods, and many a beast therein. THE COMING OF ARTHUR. 5 And none or few to scare or chase the beast ; So that wild dog, and wolf and boar and bear Came night and day, and rooted in the fields, And wallow'd in the gardens of the King. And ever and anon the wolf would steal The children and devour, but now and then, Her own brood lost or dead, lent her fierce teat To human sucklings ; and the children, housed In her foul den, there at their meat would growl, And mock their foster-mother on four feet. Till, straightened, they grew up to wolf-like men, Worse than the wolves. And King Leodogran Groan'd for the Roman legions here again, And Caesar's eagle : then his brother king Urien, assaiPd him : last a heathen horde, Reddening the sun with smoke and earth with blood. And on the spike that split the mothers heart Spitting the child, brake on him, till, amazed, He knew not whither he should turn for aid. But — for he heard of Arthur newly crown'd, Tho' not without an uproar made by those Who cried, " He is not Uther's son " — the King Sent to him, saying, " Arise, and help us thou ! For here between the man and beast we die." And Arthur yet had done no deed of arms, But heard the call, and came : and Guinevere 6 THE COMING OF ARTHUR. Stood by the castle walls to watch him pass ; But since he neither wore on helm or shield The golden symbol of his kinglihood. But rode a simple knight among his knights. And many of these in richer arms than he, She saw him not, or mark'd not, if she saw, One among many, tho* his face was bare. But Arthur, looking downward as he past. Felt the light of her eyes into his life Smite on the sudden, yet rode on, and pitched His tents beside the forest. Then he drave The heathen ; after, slew the beast, and feird The forest, letting in the sun, and made Broad pathways for the hunter and the knight. And so returned. For while he lingered there, A doubt that ever smouldered in the hearts Of those great Lords and Barons of his realm Flash'd forth and into war : for most of these, Colleaguing with a score of petty kings, Made head against him, crying, " Who is he That he should rule us? who hath proven him King Uther's son? for lo ! we look at him. And find nor face nor bearing, limbs nor voice, Are like to those of Uther whom we knew. This is the son of Gorlois, not the King; This is the son of Anton, not the King." THE COMING OF ARTHUR. 7 And Arthur, passing thence to battle, felt Travail, and throes and agonies of the life, Desiring to be join'd with Guinevere ; And thinking as he rode, " Her father said That there between the man and beast they die. Shall I not lift her from this land of beasts Up to my throne, and side by side with me? What happiness to reign a lonely king, Vext — O ye stars that shudder over me, earth that soundest hollow under me, Vext with waste dreams? for saving I be joinM To her that is the fairest under heaven, 1 seem as nothing in the mighty world, And cannot will my will, nor work my work Wholly, nor make myself in mine own realm Victor and lord. But were I joined with her. Then might we live together as one life. And reigning with one will in everything Have power on this dark land to lighten it. And power on this dead world to make it live." Thereafter — as he speaks who tells the tale — When Arthur reached a field-of-battle bright With pitched pavilions of his foe, the world Was all so clear about him, that he saw The smallest rock far on the faintest hill. And even in high day the morning star. So when the King had set his banner broad, At; once from either side, with trumpet-blast, o, THE COMING OF ARTHUR. And shouts, and clarions shrilling unto blood. The long-lanced battle let their horses run. And now the Barons and the kings prevail'd, And now the King, as here and there that war Went swaying ; but the Powers who walk the world Made lightnings and great thunders over him, And dazed all eyes, till Arthur by main might. And mightier of his hands with every blow. And leading all his knighthood threw the kings Carddos, Urien, Cradlemont of Wales, Claudias, and Clariance of Northumberland, The King Brandagoras of Latangor, With Anguisant of Erin, Morganore, And Lot of Orkney. Then, before a voice As dreadful as the shout of one who sees To one who sins, and deems himself alone And all the world asleep, they swerved an 1 brake Flying, and Arthur calPd to stay the brands That hack'd among the flyers, " Ho ! they yield ! " So like a painted battle the war stood Silenced, the living quiet as the dead. And in the heart of Arthur joy was lord. He laughM upon his warrior whom he loved And honored most. " Thou dost not doubt me King, So well thine arm hath wrought for m-e to-day." " Sir and my liege," he cried, " the fire of God THE COMING OF ARTHUR. 9 Descends upon thee in the battle-field : 1 know thee for my King ! " Whereat the two, For each had warded either in the fight, Sware on the field of death a deathless love. And Arthur said, " Man's word is God in man : Let chance what will, I trust thee to the death.'' -. Then quickly from the foughten field he sent 'Ulfius, and Brastias, and Bedivere, His new-made knights, to King Leodogran, Saying, " If I in aught have served thee well, Give me thy daughter Guinevere to wife." Whom when he heard, Leodogran in heart Debating — " How should I that am a king. However much he holp me at my need, | Give my one daughter saving t'oa king; And a king's son ? " — lifted his- voice, and call'd A hoary man, his chamberlain, to whom He trusted all things, and of him required Hi-H counsel: " Knowest thou aught of Arthur's birth?-' Then spake the hoary chamberlain and said, *' Sir King, there be but two old men that know : .\nd each is twice as old as I ; and ohe Is Merlin, the wise man that ever served King Uther thro' his magic art ; and one Is Merlin's master (so t-hey call him) Bleys, lo THE COMING OF ARTHUR. Who taught him magic ; but the scholar ran Before the master, and so far, that Bleys Laid magic by, and sat him down, and wrote All things and whatsoever Merlin did In one great annal-book, where after-years Will learn the secret of our Arthur's birth." To whom the King Leodogran replied, " O friend, had I been holpen half as well By this King Arthur as by thee to-day. Then beast and man had had their share of me : But summon here before us yet once more Ulfius, and Brastias, and Bedivere."" Then, when they came before him, the King said, " I have seen the cuckoo chased by lesser fowl, And reason in the chase : but wherefore now Do these your lords stir up the heat of war, Some calling Arthur born of Gorlois, Others of Anton? Tell me, ye yourselves. Hold ye this Arthur for King Uther's son? " And Ulfius and Brastias answered, " Ay." , Then Bedivere, the first of all his knights Knighted by Arthur at his crowning, spake — For bold in heart and act and word was he. Whenever slander breathed against the King— THE COMING OF ARTHUR. n "■ Sir, there be many rumors on this head : For there be those who hate him in their hearts, Call him baseborn, and since his ways are sweet, And theirs are bestial, hold him less than man : And there be those who deem him more than man. And dream he dropt from heaven : but my belief In all this matter — so ye care to learn — Sir, for ye know that in King Uther's time The prince and warrior Gorlois, he that held Tintagil castle by the Corni^ih sea, Was wedded with a winsome wife, Ygerne : And daughters had she borne him, — one whereof. Lot's wife, the Queen of Orkney, Bellicent, Hath ever like a loyal sister cleaved To Arthur, — but a son she had not borne. And Uther cast upon her eyes of love : But she, a stainless wife to Gorlois, So loathed the bright dishonor of his love, That Gorlois and King Uther went to war : And overthrown was Gorlois and slain Then Uther in his wrath and heat besieged Ygerne within Tintagil, where her men. Seeing the mighty swarm about their walls. Left her and fled, and Uther enter'd in. And there was none to call to but himself. So, compass'd by the power of the King, Enforced she was to wed him in her tears. 12 l^HE COMING OF ARTHUR. And with a shameful swiftness : afterward. Not many moons, King Uther died himself, Moaning and waiHng for an heir to rule After him, lest the realm should go to wrack. And that same night, the night of the new year, By reason of the bitterness and grief That vext his mother, all before his time Was Arthur born, and all as soon as born Delivered at a secret postern-gate To Merlin, to be holden far apart Until his hour should come ; because the lords Of that fierce day were as the lords of this. Wild beasts, and surely would have torn the child Piecemeal among them, had they known ; for each But sought to rule for his own self and hand. And many hated Uther for the sake Of Gorlois. Wherefore Merlin took the child. And gave him to Sir Anton, an old knight And ancient friend of Uther ; and his wife Nursed the young prince, and rear'd him with her own ; And no man knew. And ever since the lords Have foughten like wild beasts among them- selves, So that the realm has gone to wrack : but now. This year, when Merlin (for his hour had come) Brought Arthur forth, and set him in the hall. Proclaiming, ' Here is Uther's heir, your king,' THE COMING OF ARTHUR. 1.3 A hundred voices cried, ' Away with him ! No Icing of ours ! a son of Gorlois he, Or else the child of Anton, and no king. Or else baseborn.'' Yet Merlin thro^ his craft, And while the people clamor'd for a king. Had Arthur crown'd ; but after, the great lords Banded, and so brake out in open war." Then while the King debated with himself If Arthur were the child of shamefulness, Or born the son of Gorlois, after death, Or Uthers son, and born before his time, Or whether there were truth in anything Said by these three, there came to Cameliard, With Gawain and young Modred, her two sons, Lot's wife, the Queen of Orkney, Bellicent; Whom as he could, not as he would, the King Made feast for, saying, as they sat at meat, •* A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas. Ye come from Arthur's court. Victor his men Report him ! Yea, but ye — think ye this king — So many those that hate him, and so strong, So few his knights, however brave they be — Hath body enow to hold his foemen down?" "O King," she cried, "and I will tell thee: few. Few, but all brave, all of one mind with him ; 14 THE COMING OF ARTHUR. For I was near him when the savage yells Of Uther's peerage died, and Arthur sat Crown'd on the dais, and his warriors cried, * Be thou the king, and we will work thy will Who love thee.' Then the King in low deep tones. And simple words of great authority. Bound them by so strait vows to his own self. That when they rose, knighted from kneeling, some Were pale as at the passing of a ghost, Some flushed, and others dazed, as one who wakes Half-blinded at the coming of a light. " But when he spake and cheerd his Table Round W^ith large divine and comfortable words Beyond my tongue to tell thee — I beheld From eye to eye thro' all their Order flash A momentary likeness of the King : And ere it left their faces, thro' the cross And those around it and the Crucified, Down from the casement over Arthur, smote Flame-color, vert and azure, in three rays, One falling upon each of three fair queens, Who stood in silence near his throne, the friends Of Arthur, gazing on him, tall, with bright Sweet faces, who will help him at his need. THE COMING OF ARTHUR. 1$ ♦' And there I saw mage Merlin, whose vast wit And hundred winters are but as the hands Of loyal vassals toiling for their liege. " And near him stood the Lady of the Lake, Who knows a subtler magic than his own — Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful. She gave the King his huge cross-hilted sword, Whereby to drive the heathen out : a mist Of incense curPd about her, and her face Well-nigh was hidden in the minster gloom ; But there was heard among the holy hymns A voice as of the waters, for she dwells Down in a deep, calm, whatsoever storms May shake the world, and when the surface ro"s, Hath power to walk the waters like our Lord. *' There likewise I beheld Excalibur Before him at his crowning borne, the sword That rose from out the bosom of the lake. And Arthur row'd across and took it — rich With jewels, elfin Urim, on the hilt. Bewildering heart and eye — the blade so bright That men are blinded by it — on one side. Graven in the oldest tongue of all this world, ' Take me,' but turn the blade and ye shall see, And written in the speech ye speak yourself, * Cast me away ! ' And sad was Arthur's face Taking it, but old Merlin counselled him. 1 6 THE COMING OF ARTHUR. ' Take thou and strike ! the time to cast away Is yet far-off.' So this great brand the king Took, and by this will beat his foemen down." Thereat Leodogran rejoiced, but thought To sift his doubtings to the last, and ask'd, Fixing full eyes of question on her face, " The swallow and the swift are near akin, But thou art closer to this noble prince, Being his own dear sister ; " and she said, " Daughter of Gorlois and Ygerne am I ; " ' * And therefore Arthur's sister ? '^ ask'd the King. She answer'd, " These be secret things," and sign'd To those two sons to pass and let them be. And Gawain went, and breaking into song Sprang out, and followed by his flying hair Ran like a colt, and leapt at all he saw : But Modred laid his ear beside the doors. And there half-heard ; the same that afterward Struck for the throne, and striking found his doom. And then the Queen made answer, "What know I? For dark my mother was in eyes and hair. And dark in hair and eyes am I ; and dark Was Gorlois, yea and dark was Uther too. Well-nigh to blackness ; but this King is fair THE COMING OF ARTHUR. 17 Beyond the race of Britons and of men. Moreover, always in my mind I hear A cry from out the dawning of my life, A mother weeping, and I hear her say, * O that ye had some brother, pretty one, To guard thee on the rough ways of the world/ " "Ay," said the King, "and hear ye such a cry? But when did Arthur chance upon thee first? " "OKing!" she cried, ""and I will tell thee true : He found me first when yet a little maid : Beaten I had been for a little fault Whereof I was not guilty- and out I ran And flung myself down on a bank of heath, And hated this fair world and all therein. And wept, and wish'd that I were dead ; and he — I know not whether of himself he came, Or brought by Merlin, who, they say, can walk Unseen at pleasure — he was at my side And spake sweet words, and comforted my heart. And dried my tears, being a child with me. And many a time he came, and evermore As I grew greater grew with me ; and sad At times he seem'd, and sad with him was I, Stern too at times, and then I loved him not. But sweet again, and then I loved him well. 1 8 THE COMING OF ARTHUR. And now of late I see him less and less, But those first days had golden hours for me, For then I surely thought he would be king. " But let me tell thee now another tale : For Bleys, our Merlin's master, as they say. Died but of late, and sent his cry to me, To hear him speak before he left his life. Shrunk like a fairy changeling lay the mage ; And when I entered told me that himself And Merlin ever served about the King, Uther, before he died ; and on the night When Uther in Tintagil past away Moaning and wailing for an heir, the two Left the still King, and passing forth to breathe. Then from the castle gateway by the chasm Descending thro' the dismal night — a night In which the bounds of heaven and earth were lost — Beheld, so high upon the dreary deeps It seem''d in heaven, a ship, the shape thereof A dragon wing'd, and all from stem to stern Bright with a shining people on the decks, And gone as soon as seen. And 'then the two Dropt to the cove, and watch'd the great sea fall, Wave after wave, each mightier than the last, Till last, a ninth one, gathering half the deep And full of voices, .slowly rose and plunged Roaring, and all the wave was in a flame : THE COMING OF ARTHUR. 19 And down the wave and in the flame was borne A naked babe, and rode to Merlin's feet, Who stoopt and caught the babe, and cried ' The King! Here is an heir for Uther ! ' And the fcinge Of that great breaker, sweeping up the strand, Lash'd at the wizard as he spake the word, And all at once all round him rose in fire. So that the child and he were clothed in fire. And presently thereafter followed calm. Free sky and stars : 'And this same child,' he said, ' Is he who reigns ; nor could I part in peace Till this were told.' And saying this the seer Went thro' the strait and dreadful pass of death. Not ever to be questioned any more Save on the further side ; but when I met Merlin, and ask'd him if these things were truth — The shining dragon and the naked child Descending in the glory of the seas — He laugh'd as is his wont, and answer'd me In riddling triplets of old time, and said : " ' Rain, rain, and sun ! a rainbow in the sky ! A young man will be wiser by and by ; An old man's wit may wander ere he die. Rain, rain, and sun ! a rainbow on the lea ! And truth is this to me, and that to thee ; And truth or clothed or naked let it be. 20 THE COMING OF ARTHUR. Rain, sun, and rain ! and the free blosson\ blows : Sun, rain, and sun ! and where is he who knows? From the great deep to the -great deep he goes/ " So MerHn riddling anger'd me ; but thou Fear not to give this King thine only child, Guinevere : so great bards of him will sing Hereafter ; and dark sayings from of old Ranging and ringing thro' the minds of men, And echo'd by old folk beside their fires For comfort after their wage-work is done, , Speak of the King ; and Merlin in our time Hath spoken also, not in jest, and sworn Tho' men may wound him that he will not die,. But pass, again to come ; and then or now Utterly smite the heathen underfoot, Till these and all men hail him for their king." She spake and King Leodogran rejoiced. But musing " Shall I answer yea or nay?" Doubted, and drowsed, nodded and slept, and saw, Dreaming, a slope of land that ever grew, Field after field, up to a height, the peak Haze-hidden, and thereon a phantom king, Now looming, and now lost ; and on the slope The sword rose, the hind fell, the herd was driven, THE COMING OF ARTHUR. 21 Fire glimpsed ; and all the land from roof and rick, In drifts of smoke before a rolling wind, Streamed to the peak, and mingled with the haze And made it thicker; while the phantom king Sent out at times a voice ; and here or there Stood one who pointed toward the voice, the rest Slew on and burnt, crying, " No king of .ours, No son of Uther, and no king of ours ; " Till with a wink his dream was changed, the haze Descended, and the solid earth became As nothing, but the King stood out in heaven, Crown'd. And Leodogran awoke, and sent Uliius, and Brastias and Bedivere, Back to the court of Arthur answering yea. Then Arthur charged his warrior whom he loved And honofd most, Sir Lancelot, to ride forth And bring the Queen ; — and watch'd him from the gates : And Lancelot past away among the flowers, (For then was latter April) and returned Among the flowers, in May, with Guinevere. To whom arrived, by Dubric the high saint. Chief of the church in Britain, and before The stateliest of her altar-shrines, the King That morn was married, while in stainless white, The fair beginners of a nobler time, And glorying in their vows and him, his knights 2 2 THE COMING OF ARTHUR. Stood round him, and rejoicing in his joy. Far shone the fields of May thro' open door, The sacred altar blossomed white with May, The Sun of May descended on their King, They gazed on all earth's beauty in their Queen, Roird incense, and there past along the hymns A voice as of the waters, while the two Sware at the shrine of Christ a deathless love : And Arthur said, " Behold, thy doom is mine. Let chance what will, I love thee to the death ! " To whom the Queen replied with drooping eyes, " King and my lord, I love thee to the death ! " And holy Dubric spread his hands and spake, " Reign ye, and live and love, and make the world Other, and may thy Queen be one with thee, And all this Order of thy Table Round Fulfil the boundless purpose of their King ! " So Dubric said ; but when they left the shrine Great Lords from Rome before the portal stood. In scornful stillness gazing as they past; Then while they paced a city all on fire With sun and cloth of gold, the trumpets blew. And Arthur's knighthood sang before the King : — *' Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May; Blow trumpet, the long night hath rolPd away ! Blow thro' the living world — ' Let the King reign.' THE COMING OF ARTHUR. 23 *' Shall Rome or Heathen rule in Arthur's realm? Flash brand and lance, fall battleaxe upon helm. Fall battleaxe, and flash brand ! Let the King reign. "Strike for the King and live! his knights have heard That God hath told the King a secret word. Fall battleaxe, and flash brand ! Let the King reign. " Blow trumpet ! he will lift us from the dust. Blow trumpet ! live the strength and die the lust ! Clang battleaxe, and clash brand ! Let the King reign. " Strike for the King and die ! and if thou diest, The King is King, and ever wills the highest. Clang battleaxe, and clash brand ! Let the King reign. *' Blow, for our Sun is mighty in his May ! Blow, for our Sun is mightier day by day ! Clang battleaxe, and clash brand ! Let the King reign. " The King will follow Christ, and we the King In whom high God hath breathed a secret thing. Fall battleaxe, and flash brand ! Let the King 24 THE COMING OF ARTHUR. So sang the knighthood, moving to their hall. These at the banquet those great Lords from Rome, The slowly-fading mistress of the world. Strode in, and claim'd their tribute as of yore. But Arthur spake, " Behold, for these have sworn To wage my wars, and worship me their King; The old order changeth, yielding place to new ; And we that fight for our fair father Christ, Seeing that ye be grown too weak and old To drive the heathen from your Roman wall. No tribute will we pay : " so those great lords Drew back in wrath, and Arthur strove with Rome. And Arthur and his knighthood for a space Were all one will, and thro' that strength the King Drew in the petty princedoms under him, Fought, and in twelve great battles overcame The heathen hordes, and made a realm and reign'd. THE ROUND TABLE. GARETH AND LYNETTE. THE HOLY GRAIL. GERAINT AND ENID. PELLEAS AND ETTARRE. MERLIN AND VIVIEN. THE LAST TOURNAMENT. LANCELOT AND ELAINE. GUINEVERE. GARETH AND LYNETTE. The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent, And tallest, Gareth, in a showerful spring Stared at the spate. A slender-shafted Pine Lost footing, fell, and so was whirl'd away. " How he went down," said Gareth, " as a false knight Or evil king before my lance if lance Were mine to use — O senseless cataract, Bearing all down in thy precipitancy — And yet thou art but swollen with cold snows And mine is living blood : thou dost His will, The Maker's, and not knowest, and I that know, 26 GAKETH AND LYNETTE. Have strength and wit, in my good mother's hall Linger with vacillating obedience, Prisoned, and kept, and coax'd and whistled to — Since the good mother holds me still a child ! Good mother is bad mother unto me ! A worse were better ; yet no worse would I. Heaven yield her for it, but in me put force To weary her ears with one continuous prayer,, Until she let me fly discaged to sweep In ever-highering eagle-circles up To the great Sun of Glory, and thence swoop Down upon all things base, and dash them dead, A knight of Arthur, working out his will, To cleanse the world. Why, Gawain, when he came With Modred hither in the summertime, Ask'd me to tilt with him, the proven knight. Modred for want of worthier was the judge. Then I so shook him in the saddle, he said, ' Thou hast half prevailed against me,' said so — he — Tho' Modred biting his thin lips was mute. For he is alway sullen : what care 1 1 " And Gareth went, and hovering round her chair Ask'd, " Mother, tho' ye count me still the child, Sweet mother, do ye love the child? "she laugh'd, •' Thou art but a wild-goose to question it." *' Then, mother, an ye love the child," he said, GARETH AND LYNETTE. 27 *' Being a goose and rather tame than wild, Hear the child's story." " Yea, my well-beloved. An Hwere but of the goose and golden eggs." And Gareth answered her with kindling eyes, " Nay, nay, good mother, but this ^gg of mine Was finer gold than any goose can lay ; For this an Eagle, a royal Eagle, laid Almost beyond eye-reach, on such a palm As glitters gilded in thy Book of Hours. And there was ever haunting round the palm A lusty youth, but poor, who often saw The splendor sparkling from aloft, and thought * An I could climb and lay my hand upon it. Then were I wealthier than a leash of kings.' But ever when he reached a hand to climb. One, that had loved him from his childhood, caught And stay'd him, ' Climb not lest thou break thy neck, I charge thee by my love,' and so the boy. Sweet mother, neither clomb, nor brake his neck, But brake his very heart in pining for it. And past away." To whom the mother said, *'True love, sweet son, had risk'd himself anl climb'd. And handed down the golden treasure to him." 28 GAKETH AND LYNETTE. And Gareth answered her with kindling eyes, '* Gold? said I gold? — ay then, why he, or she, Or whosoe'er it was, or half the world Had ventured — had the thing I spake of been Mere gold — but this was all of that true steel, Whereof they forged the brand Excalibur, And lightnings play'd about it in the storm, And all the little fowl were flurried at it. And there were cries and clashings in the nest, That sent him from his senses : let me go." Then Bellicent bemoaned herself and said, "Hast thou no pity upon my loneliness? Lo, where thy father Lot beside the hearth Lies like a log, and all but smouldered out ! Forever since when traitor to the King He fought against him in the Barons' war. And Arthur gave him back his territory. His age hath slowly droopt, and now lies there A yet-warm corpse, and yet unburiable. No more ; nor sees, nor hears, nor speaks, nor knows. And both thy brethren are in Arthur's hail, Albeit neither loved with that full love I feel for thee, nor worthy such a love : Stay therefore thou ; red berries charm the bird. And thee, mine innocent, the jousts, the wars. Who never knewest finger-ache, nor pang Of wrench'd or broken limb — an often chance GARETH AND LYNETTE. 29 In those brain-stunning shocks, and tourney- falls, Frights to my heart ; but stay : follow the deer By these tall firs and our fast-falling burns ; So make thy manhood mightier day by day ; Sweet is the chase : and I will seek thee out Some comfortable bride and .fair, to grace Thy climbing life, and cherish my prone year, Till falling into Lot's forgetfulness I know not thee, myself, nor anything. Stay, my best son ! ye are yet more boy than man." Then Gareth, " An ye hold me yet for child. Hear yet once more the story of the child. For, mother, there was once a King, like ours. The prince his heir, when tall and marriageable, Ask'd for a bride ; and thereupon the King Set two before him. One was fair, strong, arm'd — But to be won by force — and many men Desired her; one, good lack, no man desired. And these were the conditions of the King : That save he won the first by force, he needs Must wed that other, whom no man desired, A red-faced bride who knew herself so vile. That evermore she long'd to hide herself, Nor fronted man or woman, eye to eye — /ea — some she cleaved to, but they died of her 30 GARETH AND LYNETTE. And one — they calPd her Fame ; and one, — O Mother, How can ye keep me tether'd to you — Shame ! Man am I grown, a man's work must I do. Follow the deer? follow the Christ, the King, Live pure, speak true, right wrong, follow the King- Else, wherefore born?" To whom the mother said, *' Sweet son, for there be many who deem him not, Or will not deem him, wholly proven King — Albeit in mine own heart I knew him King, When I was frequent with him in my youth. And heard him kingly speak, and doubted him No more than he, himself; but felt him mine. Of closest kin to me : yet — wilt thou leave Thine easeful biding here, and risk thine all, Life, limbs, for one that is not proven King? Stay, till the cloud that settles round his birth Hath lifted but a little. S' •, sweet son." And Gareth answered quickly, " Not an hour, So that ye yield me — I will walk thro' fire. Mother, to gain it — your full leave to go. Not proven, who swept the dust of ruinVl Rome From off the threshold of the realm, and crushed The Idolaters, and made the people free? Who should be King save him who makes us free ? " GARETH AND LYNETTE. 31 So when the Queen, who long had sought in vain To break him from the intent to which he grew, Found her son's will unwaveringly one, She answered craftily, " Will ye walk thro' fire? Who walks thro' fire will hardly heed the smoke. Ay, go then, an ye must : only one proof. Before thou ask the King to make thee knight, Of thine obedience and thy love to me, Thy mother, — I demand.'' And Gareth cried, " A hard one, or a hundred, so I go. Nay — quick ! the proof to prove me to the quick! " 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 kitchen-knaves, 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 her son Beheld his only way to glory lead Low down thro' villain kitchen-vassalage, Her own true Gareth was too princely-proud To pass thereby : so should he rest with her, Closed in her castle from the sound of arms. 32 GARETH AND LYNETTE. Silent awhile was Gareth, then replied, " The thrall in person may be free in soul, And I shall see the jousts. Thy son am I, And since thou art my mother, must obey. I therefore yield me freely to thy will ; For hence will I, disguised, and hire myself To serve with scullions and with kitchen-knaves ; Nor tell my name to any — no, not the King." Gareth awhile lingered. The mother's eye Full of the wistful fear that he would go. And turning toward him wheresoever he turn'd, Perplext his outward purpose, till an hour, When waken'd by the wind which with full voice Swept bellowing thro' the darkness on to dawn, He rose, and out of slumber calling two That still had tended on him from his birth. Before the wakeful mother heard him, went. 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 quickened 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 That broaden'd toward the base of Camelot, Far off they saw the silver-misty morn GARETH AND LYNETTE. 2>Z Rolling her smoke about the Royal mount, That rose between the forest and the field. At times the summit of the high city flashed ; At times the spires and turrets half-way down Prick'd thro' the mist : at times the great gate shone Only, that open'd on the field below : Anon, the whole fair city had disappear'd. Then those who went with Gareth were amazed > One crying, " Let us go no further, lord. Here is a city of Enchanters, built By fairy Kings.'" The second echo'd him, *' Lord, we have heard from our wise man at home To Northward, that this King is not the King, But only changeling out of Fairyland, Who drave the heathen hence by sorcery And Merlin's glamour."' Then the first again, *' Lord, there is no such city anywhere. But all a vision." Gareth answer'd them With laughter, swearing he had glamour enow In his own blood, his princedom, youth and hopes. To plunge old Merlin in the Arabian sea ; So push'd them all unwilling toward the gate. And there was no gate like it under heaven. 34 GARETH AND LYNETTE. For barefoot on the keystone, which was lined And rippled like an ever-fleeting wave, The Lady of the Lake stood : all her dress Wept from her sides as water flowing away ; But like the cross her great and goodly arms Stretch'd under all the cornice and upheld : And drops of water fell from either hand ; And down from one a sword was hung, from one A censer, either worn with wind and storm ; And o'er her breast floated the sacred fish ; And in the space to left of her, and right. Were Arthur's wars in weird devices done. New things and old co-twisted, as if Time Were nothing, so inveterately, that men Were giddy gazing there ; and over all High on the top were those three Queens, the friends Of Arthur, who should help him at his 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 caird 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. GARETH AND LYNETTE, 35 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 ; Or whether there be any city at all. Or all a vision : and this music now Hath scared them both, but tell thou these the truth." Then that old Seer made answer playing 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-cleft Toward the sunrise, each with harp in hand. And built it to the music of their harps. 3 6 GA RETH A ND L VNE TTE. 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 becoaie 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 Without, among the cattle of the field. For an ye heard a music, like enow They are building still, seeing the city is built ■ To music, therefore never built at all. And therefore built forever." Gareth spake Anger'd, " Old Master, reverence thine own beard That looks as white as utter truth, and seems Well-nigh 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?' GARETH AND LYNETTE. 37 I mock thee not but as thou meekest 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 thee King, Who cannot brook the shadow of any lie." Unmockingly the mocker ending here Turn'd to the right, and past along the plain ; Whom Gareth looking after said, " My men. Our one white lie sits like a little ghost Here on the threshold of our enterprise. 