BookXIII.tells of the goodly feast that was holden in Château Merveil, and of the wedding of Gawain and Orgelusé. How Gawain's squire did his bidding; and how King Arthur and Queen Guinevere pledged themselves to ride to Ioflanz to behold the conflict between Gawain and Gramoflanz.
How Gawain fared in Château Merveil; and how Arnivé told him the history of Klingsor, and of his unlawful love.
Of the coming of King Arthur and his host; how they fought before Logrois; and came with great pomp to the plain of Ioflanz.
How Gawain and the dwellers in Château Merveil followed to the plain; of the goodly camp prepared for them; of the wonder of the court and Kay's jealousy; and how the four queens were made known to King Arthur.
BOOK XIII
KLINGSOR
Then wrathful, I ween, was Arnivé that the messenger said her Nay,Nor told her aught of his errand, nor whither his journey lay.And in this wise she quoth to the porter, 'Now, whatever the hour may be,Be it day, be it night, when he cometh, send tidings thereof to me,In secret would I speak with him; thou art wise, as full well I know!'5Yet wroth was she still with the footman—Then she would to the Duchess go,And win from her lips the answer, but ready was she of wit,And the name that he bare, her hero, her mouth spake no word of it.Gawain he would have her silent, in her hearing his prayer found grace,And she spake not, nor might Arnivé learn aught of his name and race.10Then the sound as of many trumpets thro' the hall of the palace rang,And joyful the blasts—Then rich carpets around on each wall they hang,And no foot but fell on a carpet would it tread on the palace floor,A poor man had surely feared him for the riches that there he saw.And many a couch they stood there, around the stately hall,15Soft were they as down, and rich cushions they laid upon each and all.But Gawain with his toil was wearied, and he slept tho' the sun was high,And his wounds, with such skill they bound them, tho' his love should beside him lie,And he in his arms should hold her, he had gotten no hurt I ween.And sounder his daylight's slumber than his sleep of the night had been20When his love had so sorely vexed him; he slept till the vesper bell,Yet still in his sleep he battled for the lady he loved so well.Then rich garments of fair silk fashioned, and heavy with broidered gold,Did the chamberlain bear unto him—Then out quoth the hero bold,'More robes such as these, and as costly, I ween, shalt thou hither bear,25For Gowerzein's Duke shall need them, and Florand, the hero fair,For in many a land hath he battled, and hath won for him glory's meed—Now see that thou make them ready, and do my behest with speed!'Then he prayed, by a squire, the boatman send hither the captive knight,And Lischois did he send at his bidding by the hand of his daughter bright.30And the maiden Bené brought him for the love that she bare Gawain,And the good that he vowed to her father that morn when she wept amain,And the knight he left her weeping, and rode on his toilsome way—And the highest prize of his manhood it fell to his lot that day.The Turkowit too had come there, and Gawain the twain did greet35In all friendship, and then he prayed them beside him to take their seatTill their robes should be brought unto them; and costly they needs must be,For never was fairer raiment than the garb of those heroes three.For one lived of yore named Sarant, (a city doth bear his name,)From out of the land of Triande in the days that are gone he came.40In the land of Queen Sekundillé stood a city so great and fair,(E'en Nineveh or Akraton with its glories might scarce compare,)And the city, men called it Thasmé; there Sarant won meed of fame,Since he wove there a silk with cunning,Saranthasméshould be its name.Think ye it was fair to look on? How might it be otherwise,45For much gold must he give for the payment who would win to him such a prize.Such robes ware these two and Gawain: then they gat them unto the hall,And on one side the knights they sat them, on the other the ladies all,And he who a woman's beauty had wisdom to judge arightMust reckon Gawain's fair lady the first of these ladies bright.50And the host and his guests so gallant they gazed on her radiant glow,As they stood before Orgelusé; and her knights she again must know,And her Turkowit, gallant Florand, and Lischois, the young and fair,Were set free, without let or hindrance, for the love that Gawain must bearTo the lovely lady of Logrois—Then their victor they thanked amain,55Who was dull to all ill, yet had wisdom in all that might true love gain.As the captives thus free were spoken, Gawain the four queens must seeAs they stood by the side of the Duchess, and he spake in his courtesy,And he bade the two knights go nearer, and with kiss greet those ladies bright,The three younger queens, and joyful, I ween, was each gallant knight.60And there was the maiden Bené, with Gawain had she sought the hall,And I think me a joyful welcome she found there from each and all.Then the host would no longer stand there, and the twain did he pray to sitBy the maidens, as best should please them, and it grievèd them not one whit,Such counsel it grieveth no man! Then the gallant Gawain spake,65'Now which of these maids is Itonjé? Beside her my seat I'ld take!'Thus in secret he spake to Bené, and she showed him the maiden fair,'She, with eyes so clear and shining, and red lips, and dusky hair!Wouldst thou speak with the maid in secret? Then thy words be wise and few:'Thus quoth Bené the wise in counsel, who Itonjé's love-tale knew,70And knew that King Gramoflanz loved her, and did service for her heart's love,And his faith as a knight unstainèd would fain to the maiden prove.Gawain sat him by the maiden, (as I heard so the tale I tell,)And soft was his speech and gentle, and his words they beseemed him well.And tho' few were the years of Itonjé yet great was her courtesy,75And well did she know how to bear her as a maiden of high degree.And this question he asked the maiden, if a lover she aye had known?And with wisdom she made him answer, 'To whom might my love be shown,For ne'er to a man have I spoken, since the day I first saw the light,Save the words which thou now dost hearken as I speak unto thee, Sir Knight!'80'Yet mayst thou have heard the rumour of one who hath bravely fought,And striven for prize of knighthood, and with dauntless heart hath soughtFair service for fair rewarding?' In such wise spake the knight Gawain;But the maiden she quoth, 'Nay, no hero hath strivenmylove to gain;Yon lady, the Duchess of Logrois, hath many a gallant knight85Who serve her for love, or for payment, and hither they come to fight,And we of their jousts are witness, yet none shall have come so nighAsthouhast, Sir Knight, and this conflict thy glory hath raised on high!'Then he quoth to the lovely maiden, 'Whose pathway shall she have crossedWith many a chosen hero? Say, who hath her favour lost?'90'That, Sir Knight, hath the valiant monarch, King Gramoflanz, he who boreFrom aforetime the crown of honour; so men say, andIknow no more!'Quoth Gawain, 'Thou shalt know more of him, since he draweth the prize anear,And with steadfast heart doth he seek it; from his lips I this tale did hear—Of true heart would he do thee service, if such service shall be thy will,95And help at thine hand he seeketh that thy love may his torment still.It is well that a king face peril, if his lady shall be a queen,Andthouart the maid whom he loveth, if King Lot hath thy father been;Thou art she for whom his heart weepeth, if thy name shall Itonjé be,And sorrow of heart dost thou give him—By my mouth would he plead with thee.'100'Now if thou be true and faithful of his woe wilt thou make an end,Andbothwould I serve right gladly—This ring he to thee doth send,I prithee to take it, Lady! In sooth do I mean thee well,And if thou wilt trust unto me no word of the tale I'll tell!'Then crimson she blushed, the maiden, and e'en as her lips were red105So red grew her cheek, yet the blushes as they came so they swiftly sped.And she stretched forth her hand so shyly toward the little ring of gold,For e'en at a glance she knew it, and her hand did the token hold.Then she spake, 'Now, Sir Knight, I see well, if I freely to thee may speak,That thou comest from him, whom, desiring, my heart doth for ever seek.110My words shalt thou still hold secret, as courtesy biddeth thee,This ring have I seen aforetime, for it oft hath been sent to me;From the hand of the king it cometh, and I know it for token true,From my hand did he first receive it. What sorrow so e'er he knew,Of that do I hold me guiltless; what he asked, that in thought I gave,115Had we met I had ne'er withholden the boon he from me did crave.''This day have I kissed Orgelusé, who thinketh his death to win,I ween 'twas the kiss of Judas which all men count to him for sin!And honour and faith forsook me, when the Turkowit, brave Florand,And Gowerzein's Duke, fair Lischois, I kissed here at thy command.120From my heart I might not forgive them, for my true love they hate alway—But speak thou no word to my mother.' Thus the maiden Gawain did pray.'Sir Knight, it wasthoudidst pray me to take from their lips this kiss,Tho' no will for forgiveness had I, and my heart sickeneth sore for this!If joy shall be e'er our portion, our help in thine hand shall be,125And I know well, above all women, the king he desireth me;And his will shall he have, for I love him o'er all men on earth that live—God send thee good help and good counsel, that joy thou to us mayst give!'Quoth Gawain, 'How may that be, Lady? He beareth thee in his heart,And in thine dost thou ever hold him, and yet are ye twain apart.130If I knew how to give thee counsel that ye twain might in gladness dwell,Of a sooth no pains would I spare me such rede unto thee to tell.'Then she quoth, 'Yet in truth shalt thou rule us, myself, and my gallant king,And naught but thy help and God's blessing our love to its goal may bring,So that I, poor homeless maiden, his sorrow may put away,135For his joy shall be set upon me! If so be I from truth ne'er stray,What other can I desire here, or for what shall my true heart yearn,Save to give him the love he asketh, and his grief unto gladness turn?'Gawain, he saw well that the maiden would fain to her love belong,Yet her hatred towards the Duchess as aforetime was fierce and strong;140Thus hatred and love did she bear here, and wrong had he done the maidWho thus, of a true heart simply, her plaint had before him laid.Since never a word had he told her how one mother had borne them both,And King Lot he had been their father—Then he answered her, little loth,He would do what he might to aid her, and in secret with gracious word145She thanked him who brought her comfort, and her sorrow with kindness heard.Now the hour it was come, and they brought there for the tables fair linen white,And bread did they bear to the palace unto many a lady bright,And there might ye see a severance, for the knights they sat by one wall,Apart from the maids; and their places Gawain gave to each and all.150And the Turkowit sat beside him, and Lischois ate with Sangivé,(And that fair queen was Gawain's mother,) and Orgelusé by Arnivé.And Gawain set his lovely sister by his side at that festal board,And all did as he bade them gladly, for he was that castle's lord.My skill not the half doth tell me, no such master-cook am I,155That I know the name of the viands they offered them courteously;The host, and each one of the ladies, their servers were maidens fair,To the knights who sat over against them many squires did their portion bear.For this was the seemly custom, that no squire, in his serving haste,Brushed roughly against a maiden, but ever apart they paced—160And whether 'twas wine, or 'twas viands, they offered unto the guests,In naught was their courtesy harmèd, for so did men deem it best.And a feast they to-day must look on such as no man before had seen,Since vanquished by Klingsor's magic both lady and knight had been.Unknown were they yet to each other, tho' one portal it shut them in,165And never a man and a maiden might speech of each other win;And a good thing Gawain he thought it that this folk should each other meet,And much he rejoiced in their gladness, and his own lot it seemed him sweet;Yet ever he looked in secret on his lady and love so fair,And his heart it waxed hot within him, and love's anguish he needs must bear.170But the day drew near to its closing, and faint waxed the waning light,And fair thro' the clouds of heaven gleamed the messengers of the night,Many stars so bright and golden, who speed on their silent wayWhen the night would seek for shelter in the realm of departing day;And after her standard-bearers, with her host doth she swiftly tread—175Now many a fair crown golden in the palace hung high o'erhead,And with tapers they all were lighted around the stately hall,And they bare unto every table a host of tapers tall;And yet the story telleth that the Duchess she was so fair,That ne'er was it night in her presence tho' never a torch were there!180For her glance was so bright and radiant it brought of itself the day;And this tale of fair Orgelusé full oft have I heard men say.He had spoken, methinks, untruly who said that he e'er had seenA host so rich and joyous, and joyous his guests, I ween;And ever with eager gladness each knight and each gentle maid185Looked well on each other's faces, nor shrank from the glance afraid.If friendship they here desirèd, or each other would better know,Then naught of their joy would I grudge them, methinks it were better so!Tho' I wot well there none was a glutton, yet still had they ate their fill,And they bare on one side the tables, and Gawain asked, with right goodwill,190If here there should be a fiddler? and many a gallant squireWas skilled on the strings, and gladly would play at the host's desire,Yet were they not all too skilful, and the dances were old alway,Not new, as in fair Thuringia the dances they know to-day.Then they thanked their host who, joyful, would give to their joy its vent,195And many a lovely lady in his presence danced well content,For goodly their dance to look on, and their ranks, with many a pairOf knight and lady, mingled, and grief fled from their faces fair.And oft 'twixt two gentle maidens might be seen a noble knight,And they who looked well upon them in their faces might read delight.200And whatever knight bethought him, and would of his lady prayReward, if for love he served her, none said to his pleading Nay.Thus they who were poor in sorrow, and rich in joy's fairest dower,With sweet words, by sweet lips spoken, made gladsome the passing hour.Gawain and the Queen Arnivé, and Sangivé, the dance so fleet205Would look on in peace, for they danced not; then the Duchess she took her seatBy the side of Gawain, and her white hand he held in his own a while,And they spake of this thing and the other, with many a glance and smile;He rejoiced that she thus had sought him, and his grief it waxed small and faint,And his joy it grew strong and mighty, nor vexed him with sorrow's plaint.210And great was the joy of the lady o'er the dance, and the merry feast,Yet less was the sorrow of Gawain, and his joy o'er her joy increased.Then spake the old Queen Arnivé, 'Sir Knight, now methinks 'twere bestThat thou get thee to bed, for sorely, I ween, shall thy wounds need restHas the Duchess perchance bethought her to care for thy couch this night,215And tend thee herself, with such counsel and deed as shall seem her right?'Quoth Gawain, 'That thyself mayst ask her; I will do as shall please ye twain!'Then the Duchess she spake in answer, 'He shall in my charge remain.Let this folk to their couch betake them, I will tend in such sort his restThat never a loving lady dealt better by gallant guest;220And the other twain, my princes, in the care of the knights shall be,Florand, and the Duke of Gowerzein, for so seemeth it good to me.'In short space the dance was ended, and the maidens in beauty brightSat here and there, and between them sat many a gallant knight;And joy took her revenge on sorrow, and he who so sweetly spake225Words of love, from his gentle lady must a gracious answer take.Then the host must they hear, as he bade them the cup to the hall to bear,And the wooers bemoaned his bidding; yet the host he wooed with them here,And he bare of his love the burden, and the sitting he deemed too long,For his heart by love's power was tortured with anguish so fierce and strong.230And they drank the night-drink, and sadly to each other they bade goodnight,And the squires they must bear before them full many a taper bright.And the two gallant guests did Gawain commend to them each and all,And glad were the knights, and the heroes they led forth from out the hall.And the Duchess, with gracious kindness, wished fair rest to the princes twain,235And then to their sleeping chambers forth wended the maiden train,And as their fair breeding bade them, at the parting they curtseyed low:Queen Sangivé and her fair daughters they too to their rest would go.Then Bené, the maid, and Arnivé, they wrought with a willing handThat the host he might sleep in comfort, nor the Duchess aside did stand,240But she aided the twain, and Gawain was led of the helpers threeTo a chamber fair where his slumber that even should joyful be.Two couches alone did he see there, but no man to me hath toldOf their decking, for other matters, I ween, doth this story hold.Quoth Arnivé unto the Duchess, 'Now, Lady, think thou how best245This knight whom thou broughtest hither, shall beneath this roof-tree rest,If aid at thine hand he craveth, to grant it shall honour thee;No more would I say, save this only, his wounds they shall bandaged beWith such skill he might bear his armour—But if he bemoan his griefThen methinks it were good and fitting that thou bring to his woe relief.250If thou wakest anew his courage, then we all in his gladness share—Now think thou no ill of my counsel, but have for thy knight good care!'Then the Queen Arnivé left them, (yet leave had she craved before,)And Bené she bare the taper, and Gawain he made fast the door.If the twain to their love gave hearing? The tale how should I withhold,255I would speak, were it not unseemly that love's secrets aloud be told,For courtesy doth forbid it; and he who would tell the taleWorketh ill to himself, o'er love's dealings true hands ever draw the veil.Now betwixt his love and his lady had the joy of Gawain waxed small,An the Duchess would have no pity, then healing might ne'er befall.260They who sat in the seat of the wise men, and knew many a mystic word,Kancor, and Thèbit, and Trebuchet, the smith who Frimutel's swordOnce wrought, ('twas a wondrous weapon, and men of its marvels tell)—Nay, all the skill of physicians, tho' they meant to the hero wellAnd plied him with roots well mingled—Had awomanne'er sought his side,265Then vain were their skill, in his torment methinks had he surely died!Fain would I make short the story, he the rightful root had foundThat helped him unto his healing, and the chain of his grief unbound,And brought light in the midst of his darkness—(Breton by his mother's sideWas Gawain, and King Lot his father) thus the healing task he plied,270And sweet balsam for bitter sorrow was his lot till the dawn of day.Yet that which had wrought him comfort it was hid from the folk alway,But all there, both knights and ladies, they beheld him so gay and gladThat their sorrow was put far from them and their heart was no longer sad.Now list how he did the message whom Gawain he had sent afar,275Yea unto the land of Löver, unto Bems by the fair Korka,For there he abode, King Arthur, and his lady, the gracious queen,With fair maids and a host of vassals; this the lot of the squire had been.'Twas yet in the early morning, when his message he fain had brought,And the queen, in the chapel kneeling, on the page of her psalter thought;280Then the squire bent his knee before her, and he gave her a token fair,For she took from his hand a letter, and the cover must writing bearThat was writ by a hand she knew well, ere yet she the name might know,From the squire, of him who had sent him, as she looked on him kneeling low.Then the queen she spake to the letter, 'Now blessed that hand shall be285That wrote thee; for care was my portion since the day that mine eyes might seeThe hand that hath writ this writing'—She wept, yet for joy was fain,And she quoth to the squire, 'Of a surety thy master shall be Gawain!''Yea, Lady, he truly offers true service as aye of yore,With never a thought of wavering, yet his joy it shall suffer sore,290If so be thou wilt not upraise it; and never it stood so illWith his honour as now it standeth—And more would he tell thee still,In joy shall he live henceforward if comfort he gain from thee;And I wot that yet more shall be written than what thou hast heard from me.'Then she quoth, 'I have truly read there the cause that hath brought thee here,295And service I think to do him with many a woman dear,Who to-day shall I ween be reckoned to have won to them beauty's prize—Save Parzival's wife and another, Orgelusé, in all men's eyes,Thro' Christendom none shall be fairer—Since far from King Arthur's courtGawain rode, sore grief and sorrow have made of my life their sport.300And Meljanz de Lys hath told me he saw him in Barbigöl—Alas!' quoth the queen, 'that ever mine eyes saw thee, Plimizöl!What sorrow did there befall me! Since that day might I never greetKunnewaare of Lalande, she hath left me, my friend and companion sweet.And the right of the good Round Table was broken by words of scorn,305And four years and a half and six weeks have left us, I ween, forlorn,Since the Grail Parzival rode seeking; and after him rode GawainTo Askalon—Nor Jeschuté nor Hekuba come againSince the day that they parted from me, and grief for my friends so trueHath driven my peace far from me, nor joy since that day I knew!'310And the queen spake much of her sorrow: then the squire would her counsel know,'Now do thou in this my bidding, in secret thou hence shalt go,And wait till the sun be higher, and the folk all at court shall be,Knights, servants, and gentle ladies, and vassals of all degree;And then to the court ride swiftly, nor think who shall hold thy steed,315But spring from its back, and hasten where the king shall thy coming heed.They will ask of thee news of venture, but thou, do thou act and speakAs one who from peril flieth, whom the flames would devouring seek,And they may not prevail to hold thee, nor win from thy lips the tale,But press thou thro' them to the monarch, and to greet thee he will not fail.320Then give to his hand the letter, and swiftly from it he'll readThy tale, and thy lord's desiring; I doubt not the prayer he'll heed!''And this will I further rede thee, make thou thy request to meWhere I sit, and, amid my ladies, thy dealings may hear and see;And beseech us, as well thou knowest, for thy lord wouldst thou hearing gain.325But say, for as yet I know not, where abideth the knight Gawain?''Nay,' quoth the squire, 'I may not, ask not where my lord doth dwell,But think, an thou wilt, that good fortune is his, and he fareth well!'Then glad was the squire of her counsel, and he took from the queen his wayIn such wise as ye here have hearkened, and he came, e'en as she did say.330For e'en at the hour of noontide, not in secret but openlyHe came to the court, and the courtiers his garments eyed curiously,And they thought that they well beseemed him, and were such as a squire should wear,And his horse on each flank was wounded, where the spurs they had smitten fair.And, e'en as the queen had taught him, he sprang straightway unto the ground,335And a crowd of eager courtiers pressed, thronging, his steed around.Mantle, sword, and spurs, e'en his charger might be lost, he would little careBut he gat thro' the crowd to the heroes, and the knights they besought him there,Brought he news of some gallant venture? For the custom was aye of yore,That they ate not, nor man nor maiden, save unto the court they bore340The news of some deed of knighthood, and the court might claim its right,If so be 'twas a worthy venture, and one that beseemed a knight.Quoth the squire, 'Nay, I naught may tell ye, for my haste doth not brook delay,Of your courtesy then forgive me, and lead to the king the way,For 'tis meet that I first speak with him, and mine haste it doth work me ill;345But my tale shall ye hear, and God teach ye to aid me with right goodwill!'And so did his message urge him he thought not on the thronging crowd,Till the eyes of the king beheld him, and greeting he spake aloud.Then he gave to his hand the letter that bade to King Arthur's heart,As he read it, two guests, joy and sorrow, alike there the twain had part350And he spake, 'Hail! the fair day's dawning, by whose light I have read this word,And of thee, O son of my sister, true tidings at last have heard!If in manhood I may but serve thee as kinsman and friend, if faithEver ruled my heart, 'twill be open to the word that Sir Gawain saith!'Then he spake to the squire, 'Now tell me if Sir Gawain be glad at heart?'355'Yea, sire, at thy will, with the joyful I ween shall he have his part,'(And thus quoth the squire in his wisdom,) 'yet his honour he sure shall lose,And no man fresh joy may give him, if thine aid thou shalt here refuse.At thy succour his gladness waxeth, and from out of dark sorrow's doorShall grief from his heart be banished, if thou hearken his need so sore.360As of yore doth he offer service to the queen, and it is his willThat the knights of the good Round Table as their comrade account him still,And think on their faith, nor let him be 'spoiled of his honour's meed,But pray thee his cry to hearken, and make to his aid good speed!'Quoth King Arthur, 'Dear friend and comrade, bear this letter unto the queen,365Let her read therein, and tell us why our portion hath twofold been,And at one while we joy and we sorrow. How King Gramoflanz is fainIn the pride of his heart, and his malice, to work ill to my knight, Gawain;He thinketh for sure that my nephew shall be Eidegast, whom he slew,Thence grief hath he won; deeper sorrow I'ld teach him, and customs new!'370Then the squire he would pass where a welcome so kindly he did receive,And he gave to the queen the letter, and many an eye must grieve,And with crystal tears run over, as with sweet lips she read so clearThe words that within were written, and the need of Gawain they hear,And his prayer did she read before them; nor long would the squire delay375With skill to entreat the ladies, and aid at their hand to pray.King Arthur, Sir Gawain's uncle, he wrought with a hearty willThat his vassals might take the journey: nor did she abide her still,Guinevere, the wise and the courteous, for she prayed them make no delay,Her ladies, but bravely deck them, and get on their stately way.380Quoth Kay aloud in his anger, 'If ever I dared believeThat so gallant a man as Gawain of Norway on earth should liveI would cry to him, "Come thou nearer!" Fetch him swift, else he swift will go,As a squirrel away he flasheth, and is lost ere his place ye know!'To the queen quoth the squire, 'Now, Lady, my lord must I swiftly seek,385His cause do I leave to thine honour!' To her chamberlain did she speak,'See thou that this squire doth rest well, and look well unto his steed,Is it hewn with spurs, find another, the best that shall serve his need.And what else beside shall fail him, for his dress, or lest pledge he lose,Make ready as he shall ask thee, and naught unto him refuse!'390And she quoth, 'Thou shalt say unto Gawain, I am ever to serve him fain,Thy leave from the king will I care for, he greeteth thy lord again!'Thus the king he was fain for the journey; and the feast it might now be served,Since the right of the good Round Table by this venture was well observed;And joy in their hearts awakened, since this gallant knight Gawain395Should be yet in life, and true tidings they might of his welfare gain.And the knights of that noble order, that even were glad at heart,And there sat the king, and those others who had in the ring their part,And they sat and they ate with their monarch who fame by their strife had won,And the news of this gallant venture wrought joy to them every one.400Now the squire might betake him homewards, since his errand so well had sped,He gat forth at the early dawning, ere the sun should be high o'erhead,And the queen's chamberlain he gave him a charger, and robes beside,And gold lest his pledge be forfeit, and glad on his way he hied,For had he not won from King Arthur what should end his lord's sorrow sore?405And I know not the days of his journey, but in safety he came once moreTo Château Merveil; then joyful was Arnivé, for as she badeThe porter bare news of his coming, how his steed he no whit had stayed,But swiftly had done his errand. Then in secret she made her wayTo where by the castle drawbridge the squire did his charger stay,410And she asked him much of his journey, and why he in haste must ride?Quoth the squire, ''Tis forbidden, Lady! my errand I needs must hide,An oath have I sworn of silence, and my lord he might well be wrothIf to thee I should tell the tidings, for so should I break mine oath,And a fool would he surely hold me! Ask himself what thou fain wouldst learn!'415Yet she strove still with many a question from his purpose the squire to turn,Then weary was he of her pleading, and in anger this word he spake,'Without cause dost thou here delay me, for I think not mine oath to break!'So he went where he found his master, and the Turkowit brave Florand,And Lischois, and the lady of Logrois, many ladies did with them stand,420And the squire made his way to his master, and up stood the knight Gawain,And he took him aside, and welcome he bade him in joyful strain,'Now tell unto me, my comrade, the tidings thou here hast brought,If thy news be for joy or for sorrow, what speak they of me at court?''And say, didst thou find King Arthur?' quoth the squire, 'My master, yea,425The king, and the queen, and with them many brave knights I saw alway,And they offer to thee their service, and they will at thy bidding come,And they heard in such sort thy message, with such gladness, that every one,Rich and poor, as one man were joyful when I spake, thou wert safe and well.And the folk there were sure a marvel! Their number I may not tell!430And the Table Round, by thy message, was spread for the feast I ween;And if knight e'er won fame by his valour, then I wot that thy fame hath beenFar greater than all who hearkened to the words that I spake of thee,And it beareth the crown o'er all others, tho' mighty their fame shall be!'Then he told him all that befell there, how he spake with the gracious queen,435And the counsel she gave unto him; and how he the folk had seen,Those brave knights and gentle ladies; how Gawain should behold their faceAt Ioflanz, before the combat, and the end of his day of grace.And the sorrow of Gawain vanished, yet his joy in his heart he'ld hide,Tho' from grief did he pass to gladness; yet the squire must his oath abide440And yet for a space keep silence—Forgotten was all his care,And thither he went, and he sat him again by his lady fair,And with joy he abode in the castle till King Arthur to his reliefMight come with his host—Now hearken to a story of love and grief:Gawain he was ever joyful; one morn did it so befall445That many a knight and lady were seen in that stately hall,And Gawain sat apart in a window, and looked o'er the stream so wide,And with many a tale of wonder sat Arnivé the knight beside.To the queen spake the gallant hero, 'Ah! hearken, my Lady dear,If my questions they shall not vex thee, do thou to my words give ear450And tell me the wondrous story, which as yet shall be hid from me—That I live, and my life is joyful, I owe it to none but thee;Tho' my heart had the wit of manhood, yet the Duchess she held it fast,But thou in such wise hast helped me that my sorrow is overpast;Of my love, and my wounds had I died here, but with wisdom thy helpful hand455Thou didst stretch to my aid, and hast loosed me for aye from my sorrow's band.I owe thee my life! My Lady of healing, now tell to meThe wonder that was, and the marvel that yet in this place shall be.Say, wherefore by mighty magic hath Klingsor this palace made?For surely my life had I lost here had thy wisdom not been mine aid!'460Then out quoth the wise Arnivé, (and ne'er with such goodly fameOf womanly faith and wisdom fair youth unto old age came,)'Sir Knight, these are but small marvels to the marvels his cunning hand,And his skill in hidden magic, have wrought in full many a land.He who counteth it shame unto us that into his power we fell,465He sinneth for sure! His doings, Sir Knight, I to thee will tell.Many folk, I ween, hath he troubled, his land is Terre de Labûr:From a wondrous race he springeth, whose marvels they aye endure,For Virgil was his forefather, in Naples his spells he wrought:And in this wise his nephew Klingsor was to shame and to sorrow brought;'470'And the chief of his towns was Capua—such high fame was his, I ween,That never in praise or in honour methinks had he shamèd been,And all folk they spake of Duke Klingsor, and praised him, both man and maid,Till in this wise he won dishonour, and his glory to earth was laid.In Sicily reigned a monarch, King Ibert, his life was blest475With a fair wife, Iblis, none fairer e'er hung on a mother's breast,And Klingsor would do her service, till her love should be his reward,And in shame did he win his guerdon from the hand of her rightful lord.''If here I must tell his secret, forgiveness I first must pray,For methinks it shall be a story that scarce fitteth my lips to say;480With a stroke was he made magician, with the self-same stroke unmanned'—Then loudly he laughed, Sir Gawain, as the tale he must understand.'In Kalot Enbolot's castle he won him this lasting shame,(I trow 'tis a mighty fortress, and far lands shall know its fame,)With his wife did the monarch find him, there lay Klingsor within her arm,485And sorely must he repent him of his slumber so soft and warm,For the hand of the king avenged him in such wise as he deemed his right;And he left with his knife such token of shame on the traitor knightThat henceforward the love of woman it rejoiceth him never more!And I wot well for his dishonour many folk shall have suffered sore.'490'('Tis not in the land of Persia) in a city called PersidaWere magic spells first woven; it stands in a land afar,And thither did Klingsor journey, and there did he learn such skill,That with secrets of magic cunning he worketh whate'er he will.For the ill that was wrought his body he beareth goodwill to none,495But rejoiceth to work them evil, the more if they fame have won.''E'en such peril beset one monarch—Irôt was, I ween, his name,And Rosch-Sabbins was his kingdom—At length to such pass he came,That he bade him to take of that country what he would, so he peace would keep;Then Klingsor he took of the monarch this mountain so high and steep,500And the land for eight miles around it; on the summit did Klingsor rearThe wonder-work thou seest, and this palace we look on here.And there faileth nor worldly riches, nor marvel of magic skill,If for thirty years one besieged it, methinks 'twere provisioned still.And power doth he hold o'er all spirits, 'twixt the earth and the heaven above,505Both evil and good, save those only whom God doth from his power remove.''Sir Knight, since thy deadly peril thou hast passed, nor thy death hast found,He gives to thine hand his kingdom, this Burg, and the lands around,No claim doth he make upon it; and peace doth he promise thee—This he sware in the ears of his people, and a man of his word is he,510That the knight who withstood the venture, this gift should be his for aye.And all who from Christendom's countries 'neath the spell of his magic lay,Be they woman, or man, or maiden, are thy vassals both one and all,And many from lands of paynim with us 'neath his power must fall.Let this folk then now get them homewards, where yet for our loss they mourn,515For to dwell in the land of the stranger, it maketh my heart forlornAnd He, who the stars hath counted, may He teach thee to give us aid,And turn once again to rejoicing those hearts that are sore afraid!''A child was born of a mother, who its mother's mother shall be;For the ice it came of the water; when the sunlight shineth free,520Then nothing I ween shall hinder that water from ice be born—Of my glad youth I often think me, tho' now I must weep forlorn,If my lot shall once more be joyful then the child from the child shall spring.And thou, art thou wise and courteous, methinks well mayst work this thing!'''Tis long since all joy forsook me! The skiff 'neath its sail flies fast,525But the man who doth sail within it hath swifter his voyage o'erpast.If thou readest aright my riddle thy fame shall wax high and fleet,For our joy canst thou make to blossom, and our song to ring clear and sweet.And, bringers of joy, shall we journey into many a distant land,Where the folk weep sore for our losing, and shall greet us with outstretched hand!'530'Of joy had I once full measure: a crownèd queen was I!And my daughter amid her princes bare a crown too right royally,And all men they deemed us worthy—Sir Knight, I wrought ill to none,But alike, both man and maiden, from my hand due guerdon won.And all men they knew, and they owned me one fit o'er the folk to reign,535For I, so God gave me wisdom, ne'er brought to another pain.Yet she who in gladness dwelleth, tho' a fair praise she think to earn,And the prayer of the poor she hearken, yet her joy to such grief may turnThat a poor lad may make her joyful—Sir Knight, here o'erlong I stay,Yet there cometh no man who doth know me, and turneth my care away!'540Then out quoth the gallant hero, 'Lady, if life be mine,Then gladness shall be thy portion, nor shalt thou in exile pine!'Now this self-same day brought the coming of Arthur the Breton king,The son of the sad Arnivé, whom kinship and faith did bring;And many a fair new banner Gawain from the castle saw,545And the field it was thick with the horsemen who near at his summons draw.On the road that wound hence from Logrois came many a blazoned spear,And Gawain, he was glad at their coming; for delay it oft teacheth fear,Who waiteth o'erlong for succour, he doubteth 'twill come too late!From such doubt had King Arthur freed him! Ah me! how he rode in state!550Gawain, he would hold it secret, yet his eyes they were fain to weep,Little good had they been for cisterns, since the water they failed to keep.And for love must he weep, for Arthur such love had toward him shown,He had cherished him from his childhood, and had dealt with him as his own;And the twain they had never wavered, but their faith to each other kept,555And nor falsehood nor thought of doubting betwixt their two hearts had crept.But Arnivé was 'ware of his weeping, and quoth, 'Now shalt thou beginTo joy with the shout of rejoicing, thus comfort we all shall win.'Gainst sorrow shouldst thou defend thee—See the host that now draweth nigh,Methinks 'tis the Duchess' army, with their coming shall joy wax high.'560Now many a tent and banner they saw wind across the plain,Butoneshield did they bear before them, and Arnivé beheld again,And she knew, as of yore, the blazon, and Isayé she called the nameOf the knight, he should be king's marshal, and Uther Pendragon came!But the shield it was borne by another, graceful of limb and tall,565And she said, 'He shall bequeen'smarshal, andMaurinhis name they call.'But little she knew, Arnivé, that dead were both king and knight,And Maurin, he held the office that afore was his father's right.To the bank in the meadow of conflict rode the host—They who served the queenFound a resting-place for the ladies, and a fair camp it was I ween.570By the side of a swift, clear streamlet they set up the tents so fair,And, apart, many goodly circles for the king and his knights prepare.And methinks they had left behind them, wherever the host must ride,A mighty track of hoof-prints on the field and the roadways wide!Gawain, by the mouth of Bené, his host Plippalinòt prayed575To hold vessel and boat in safe keeping that no crossing that day be made.And the maid from the hand of Gawain took the first gift of his rich store,'Twas a swallow, the harp was costly, such as harpers in England bore.Then joyful, she sought her father, and Gawain, he gave commandTo shut fast the outer portals, since a host at the gate did stand;580And old and young they listed the word that he courteous spake:'On the further side of the river an army its camp doth make,And never, by land or by water, a mightier host I saw,Would they fight, then I pray ye help me my knighthood to prove once more!'With one voice did they make the promise—Then they asked of the Duchess fair,585If the host should be hers? But she answered, 'Believe me, of all men thereI know neither shield nor bearer; perchance he who wrought me illHath entered my land, and thought him to bow Logrois unto his will.He hath found it right well defended! My people might well defy,From their tower and their battlements lofty, e'en such army as here doth lie!590Hath he wrought there fresh deeds of knighthood, then King Gramoflanz sure hath thoughtTo revenge himself for the garland that my knight from his tree hath brought.But whoever they be, I know well, they shall many a joust have seen,And many a spear at Logrois by mine army hath splintered been.'And never a lie had she spoken—For Arthur must peril face595As he rode thro' the land of Logrois; and many of Breton raceIn knightly joust had fallen—But Arthur their ill repaidIn the self-same coin, and on both sides sore stress on the host was laid.Battle-weary, so came they hither of whom one full oft must hearThat they sold their lives full dearly, and did never a foeman fear.600And either side had suffered, both Garel and Gaherjet,King Meljanz of Lys, and Iofreit, son of Idol, in durance setEre even the end of the Tourney—From Logrois they captive bareThe Duke of Vermandois, Friam, and Count Richard, he of Nevers,Who naught but one spear had needed ere he against whom he rode605Had fallen 'neath his stroke so mighty, and no man his joust abode.With his own hand King Arthur made him his captive, this gallant knight;Then, dauntless, they spurred them onward, and the armies they met in fight,And a forest, methinks, it cost them! For no man the jousts might knowThat were ridden, a rain of splinters fell thick at each mighty blow;610And the Bretons, they bore them bravely 'gainst the Lady of Logrois' host,And Arthur himself the rear-guard would keep at sore conflict's cost.And in this wise they fought and they vexed them through the hours of the livelong day,Till the greater part of the army outwearied with conflict lay.And well might Gawain have told her, the Duchess, that to his aid615They had ridden her land, then, I wot well, no strife had their way delayed,But he would that no lips should tell her till her own eye the truth had seen—Then he dealt as should well befit him had King Arthur his foeman been,And made ready to march against him with rich tents and warlike gear.And no man of them all repented that he came as a stranger here,620For with open hand Sir Gawain his gifts upon all did showerIn such wise that ye might have deemed well he drew nigh to his dying hour.And servant, and knight, and lady, they looked on his gifts so fair,And all, with one mouth, they praised him who brought help in their soredespair;And all, for his sake, were joyful—Then the hero he bade prepare625Strong chargers, and well-trained palfreys, such as well might a lady bear.Nor the knights should be lacking armour—Strong squires in coat of mailWere ready to do his bidding, nor should one of their number fail.And in this wise he gave his orders, four knights he aside did take:His chamberlain one; and another, cup-bearer he fain would make;630The third he would make his steward; and his marshal the fourth should be,For this was his prayer, and the four knights said 'Yea' to him willingly.At peace lay King Arthur's army, and no greeting did Gawain send,Yet I wot well it sorely grieved him! With the morning the host did wend,With the blast of many a trumpet, their way unto Ioflanz' plain,635And the rear-guard was armed, yet no foeman did they find in their path again.Then Gawain took his office-bearers, and in this wise to them he spake,The marshal, he bade him straightway to Ioflanz his way to take,'There a camp of my own prepare me—The host that thou here didst seeShall unto that plain have ridden, and its lord will I name to thee,640For 'tis well that thou too shouldst know him, he is Arthur, my kinsman true,In whose court and whose care from my childhood I unto my manhood grew.Now do this thing in which I trust thee, rule my journey in such a wise,With such riches and pomp, that my coming be stately in all men's eyes;But within the walls of this castle no word of the truth be told—645That the king for my sake cometh hither, this must thou for secret hold!'So did they as Gawain bade them, and Plippalinòt he foundLittle space had he now for leisure, since his lord was on journey bound.For large and small his vessels, both boat and skiff, must fareO'er the water, and troops well armèd, ahorse and afoot they bare.650And the marshal the squires and footmen on the track of the Bretons led,And hither and thither riding behind them the army sped.And they bare with them, so 'twas told me, the tent that in days of yoreFair Iblis had sent to Klingsor, as pledge of the love she bore.By the sending of this love-token their secret to men was told,655And the favour they bare each other in the days that have waxen old.And no cost had they spared who had wrought it, and no better was ever seenSave the tent of Eisenhart only—Then apart on the grass so greenThey set up the tent, and around it many others in goodly ring,And so great was the pomp and the riches that men deemed it a wondrous thing.660And they spake before King Arthur that the marshal of Gawain came,And his lord the same day would follow, and encamp him upon the plain.'Twas the talk of all the vassals—Then Gawain, from falsehood free,Rode forth from his home and there followed a goodly company.And their train was so richly ordered that marvels I here might tell!665With church gear and chamber hangings the pack-steeds were burdened well;And some were with harness laden, and above the harness bareFull many a crested helmet, and shield that was blazoned fair.And many a gallant war-horse was led by the bridle rein,And behind them both knight and lady rode close in the glittering train.670Would ye measure the length? a mile long, methinks, had it stretched, and more,And Sir Gawain, I ween, forgat not that a gallant knight should drawHis rein by the side of each lady, and ever of love they spake,Or one scant of wit had deemed them! And in this wise the road they take,The Turkowit, brave Florand, for companion upon his way675Had the daughter of Queen Arnivé, Sangivé of Norroway,And Lischois, who was ne'er unready, he rode at sweet Kondrie's side,And by Gawain the maid Itonjé, his sister, perforce must ride.At the same time the Queen Arnivé and the Duchess of fair LogroisRode gaily the one by the other, for in such wise they made their choice.680Beyond the camp of King Arthur the tents of Gawain they lay,And they who were fain to reach them thro' the army must take their way.'Twas a sight for all men to gaze at! Ere the folk to their journey's endMight come, of a courteous custom, to do honour unto his friend,Gawain by the tent of Arthur bade the first maiden take her stand,685Then the marshal so did his office that the second, to her right hand,And the third beside the second, should unto each other ride,And none of them all delayed them—So made they a circle wide,Here the matrons, and there the maidens, and by each of them rode a knightWho would fain do the lady service, and would for her favours fight.690And thus round the tent of the monarch stood the ladies, a goodly ring,And to Gawain, the rich in gladness, fair welcome would Arthur bring.To the ground sprang Gawain and Arnivé, and her daughters with children twain,The Lady of Logrois, and the heroes he o'erthrew on the grassy plain,Lischois and the gallant Florand; then unto those heroes brave695Stepped Arthur from his pavilion, and a kindly welcome gave;And the queen, she greeted Gawain, and she welcomed him and hisOf true heart, and from many a lady, I ween, was there many a kiss!Quoth Arthur unto his nephew, 'Say, who shall thy comrades be?'Quoth Gawain, 'A kiss of greeting from my lady I fain would see,700'Twere ill an she should refuse it, for noble are both I ween.'Then Florand and the Duke of Gowerzein were kissed by the gracious queen.Then into the tent they gat them, and to many the fair field wideWas as if it were full of maidens, so close stood they, side by side.Then not as the heavy-footed sprang Arthur upon his steed,705And he turned to the knights and the ladies in the ring with a kindly heed,And he rode from one to the other, and gracious the words he spake,From the lips of the king so kindly each one must his welcome take.For this was the will of Gawain that no man from hence should rideTill he himself rode with them, but courteous his coming bide.710Then the king would dismount, and straightway he entered the tent again,And he sat him beside his nephew, and straitly he prayed GawainTo say who were these five ladies, whom hither the knight did bring.Then Gawain he looked on the eldest and he spake to the Breton king,'Didst thou know Uther Pendragon? 'Tis Arnivé, his queen and wife,715And well mayst thou look upon her, from the twain didst thou draw thy life.And there standeth the Queen of Norway, andIam the son she bare,And these twain they shall be my sisters; say, are they not maidens fair?'Ah! then once again they kissed them, and sorrow and joy were seenOf all those who looked upon them, from Love this their lot had been;720And they laughed, and they cried together, and their lips spake of joy and woe,And I ween that with tears of gladness their bright eyes must overflow.Then Arthur he spake to Gawain, 'Nephew, unknown to meIs the fifth of these lovely ladies, I prithee who may she be?''The Duchess, is she, of Logrois,' quoth Gawain in his courtesy,725'In her service have I come hither, and, so it was told to me,Thou thyself hast sought her dwelling, and how it rejoiced thee there,Thou canst without shame declare us, as a widower dost thou fare.'Quoth Arthur, 'She doth, as her captive, thy kinsman Gaherjet hold,And Garel, who in many a conflict hath shown h'm a hero bold;730From my very side was he taken, one charge had we made so nighThat almost we gained the portal, when lo! from the gate did flyMeljanz of Lys! How he battled! On high flew a banner whiteAnd the host who fought beneath it took captive my gallant knight.And the banner it bare a blazon of crimson, a bleeding heart,735And right through the midst was it pierced by the shaft of a sable dart,As one who to death is smitten—'Lirivoin' was the battle-cryOf the army who fought beneath it, and their hand did the victory buy.My nephew, Iofreit, was taken, and grief for his sake I know—Yestreen did I keep the rear-guard, and the chance it hath worked me woe!'740Sore mourned the king for his sorrow—quoth the Duchess, with courteous mien,'Sire, I speak thee free of all shaming, I had greeted thee not, I ween.Thou mayst well have wrought me evil, tho' no wrong had I done to thee,And I would that God's wisdom teach thee that harm to make good to me.The knight to whose aid thou camest, if combat with me he dared,745Hath found me, methinks, defenceless, with side to the foeman bared.If yet for such strife he lusteth, nor of conflict hath had his fill,With never a sword or a weapon I think to withstand him still.'Then Gawain, he quoth to King Arthur, 'Wilt thou that we fill the plainWith knights? For we well can do so—I think me such grace to gain750From the Duchess that all the captives from thine host she will swiftly free,And, many a new spear bearing, her knighthood we here may see.''Yea, such were my will,' quoth Arthur; then the Duchess she gave command,And many a gallant hero she summoned from Logrois' land—And I wot well a host so goodly the earth ne'er had seen before—755Then Gawain, he prayed leave of the monarch, he would to his tent withdraw,And the king's will was e'en as Gawain's, and all they who hither rodeWith the knight, they turned their bridles, and with him in his camp abode.And his tent was so rich and so goodly, as befitted a gallant knight,That afar from its costly trappings had poverty taken flight.760And there rode unto his pavilion full many whose hearts were soreFor the weary days since he left them, and the love they to Gawain bore.And the wounds of Kay had been healèd since he jousted by Plimizöl,And he looked on the wealth of Gawain, and with envy his heart was full,And he quoth, 'Now, King Lot, his father, my monarch's near of kin,765Ne'er thought with such pomp to shame us, nor a camp of his own would win.'(For ever did he bethink him how Gawain would no vengeance takeOn the knight who so sorely smote him, when his right arm in joust he brake,)'God worketh forsomeHis wonders,—Who gave Gawain this woman folk?'And the words they were scarce a friend's words that Kay in his anger spoke.770Of the honour his friend hath won him the true knight is ever glad,But the faithless, aloud he crieth, and his heart ever waxeth sadWhen the heart of his friend rejoiceth, and he needs must his gladness see.Bliss and honour had fallen to Gawain; and, if one would more favoured be,I know not what thing he may wish for! Thus ever the evil mind775Is with envy filled, while the brave man his comfort and joy doth findWhen honour shall seek his comrade, and shame from his face doth flee—Gawain ne'er forgat his knighthood, and from falsehood was ever free;And thus it was right and fitting that men on his bliss should gaze,And gladness and fair rejoicing henceforward should crown his days.780In what wise for the folk that followed did the knight of Norway care,Alike for his knights and ladies? Not ill was, methinks, their fare.And Arthur and all his people they looked on King Lot's fair son,And I trow well they greatly marvelled at the riches his hand had won.Now the evening meal was ended, and 'twas time for the folk to sleep,785And little I grudge their slumber! A guard thro' the night they keep,And lo! at the early morning, ere the dawning had waxed to-day,Came a folk in goodly armour, and the men of Logrois were they.And they read their helmet's token by the light of the waning moon,On this side lay the host of Arthur, and his camp had they passed full soon,790And they came to the goodly circle where Gawain and his men should lie—And, methinks, who such gallant succour by the might of his hand could buyWere reckoned of men a hero! Then Gawain bade his Marshal findA place for the host to camp on, but, such was their leader's mind,He deemed it best that their circle apart from the rest should be,795And 'twas even the hour of noontide ere all were lodged fittingly.Then Arthur, the noble monarch, a message would straightway send;Unto Rosche Sabbins, and the city, a squire on his way should wendTo King Gramoflanz should he speak thus, 'Since conflict the king doth pray,And he lusteth to fight my nephew, the strife shall he not delay,800For Sir Gawain is fain to meet him—But bid him to meet us here,As a gallant man do we know him, were he other, 'twould cost him dear!'And the messenger of King Arthur he rode on his errand fain—Then forth, with Lischois and Sir Florand, rode the gallant knight, Gawain,And he prayed them to show them to him who from many a land afar805Had ridden for love's high service, and had fought in his lady's war.And he met them and gave them greeting in such wise that the heroes knewSir Gawain for courteous lover, and faithful knight and true.With that again he left them, and in secret his way he sped,And he gat him again to his chamber, and he armed him from foot to head;810He would know if his wounds were healèd so that never a scar should pain,And his limbs would he test, since so many, both maiden and man were fainTo look on the strife, had they wisdom they should see if his dauntless handMight even to-day, as aforetime, the victor's crown command.A squire did he bid to bring him his charger, Gringuljet,815And he sprang to the saddle lightly and the horse to a gallop set.He would try both himself and his charger, if ready for strife the twain—Ah! woe is me for his journey! so rode he upon the plain,And so had his Fortune willed it, that a knight his bridle drewBy the side of the river Sabbins, and ye know that knight so true,820And a rock, men well might call him, for manhood and courage high,And no knight might stand before him, and falsehood his heart did fly.And yet so weak was his body that no burden it bare of wrong,Yea, a hand's-breadth had been too heavy, and a finger-length too long!And, I ween, of this gallant hero of old time ye oft must hear,825For my tale hath come to its root-tree, and draweth its goal anear.
Then wrathful, I ween, was Arnivé that the messenger said her Nay,Nor told her aught of his errand, nor whither his journey lay.And in this wise she quoth to the porter, 'Now, whatever the hour may be,Be it day, be it night, when he cometh, send tidings thereof to me,In secret would I speak with him; thou art wise, as full well I know!'5Yet wroth was she still with the footman—Then she would to the Duchess go,And win from her lips the answer, but ready was she of wit,And the name that he bare, her hero, her mouth spake no word of it.Gawain he would have her silent, in her hearing his prayer found grace,And she spake not, nor might Arnivé learn aught of his name and race.10
Then the sound as of many trumpets thro' the hall of the palace rang,And joyful the blasts—Then rich carpets around on each wall they hang,And no foot but fell on a carpet would it tread on the palace floor,A poor man had surely feared him for the riches that there he saw.And many a couch they stood there, around the stately hall,15Soft were they as down, and rich cushions they laid upon each and all.
But Gawain with his toil was wearied, and he slept tho' the sun was high,And his wounds, with such skill they bound them, tho' his love should beside him lie,And he in his arms should hold her, he had gotten no hurt I ween.And sounder his daylight's slumber than his sleep of the night had been20When his love had so sorely vexed him; he slept till the vesper bell,Yet still in his sleep he battled for the lady he loved so well.Then rich garments of fair silk fashioned, and heavy with broidered gold,Did the chamberlain bear unto him—Then out quoth the hero bold,'More robes such as these, and as costly, I ween, shalt thou hither bear,25For Gowerzein's Duke shall need them, and Florand, the hero fair,For in many a land hath he battled, and hath won for him glory's meed—Now see that thou make them ready, and do my behest with speed!'
Then he prayed, by a squire, the boatman send hither the captive knight,And Lischois did he send at his bidding by the hand of his daughter bright.30And the maiden Bené brought him for the love that she bare Gawain,And the good that he vowed to her father that morn when she wept amain,And the knight he left her weeping, and rode on his toilsome way—And the highest prize of his manhood it fell to his lot that day.
The Turkowit too had come there, and Gawain the twain did greet35In all friendship, and then he prayed them beside him to take their seatTill their robes should be brought unto them; and costly they needs must be,For never was fairer raiment than the garb of those heroes three.For one lived of yore named Sarant, (a city doth bear his name,)From out of the land of Triande in the days that are gone he came.40In the land of Queen Sekundillé stood a city so great and fair,(E'en Nineveh or Akraton with its glories might scarce compare,)And the city, men called it Thasmé; there Sarant won meed of fame,Since he wove there a silk with cunning,Saranthasméshould be its name.Think ye it was fair to look on? How might it be otherwise,45For much gold must he give for the payment who would win to him such a prize.
Such robes ware these two and Gawain: then they gat them unto the hall,And on one side the knights they sat them, on the other the ladies all,And he who a woman's beauty had wisdom to judge arightMust reckon Gawain's fair lady the first of these ladies bright.50And the host and his guests so gallant they gazed on her radiant glow,As they stood before Orgelusé; and her knights she again must know,And her Turkowit, gallant Florand, and Lischois, the young and fair,Were set free, without let or hindrance, for the love that Gawain must bearTo the lovely lady of Logrois—Then their victor they thanked amain,55Who was dull to all ill, yet had wisdom in all that might true love gain.As the captives thus free were spoken, Gawain the four queens must seeAs they stood by the side of the Duchess, and he spake in his courtesy,And he bade the two knights go nearer, and with kiss greet those ladies bright,The three younger queens, and joyful, I ween, was each gallant knight.60And there was the maiden Bené, with Gawain had she sought the hall,And I think me a joyful welcome she found there from each and all.
Then the host would no longer stand there, and the twain did he pray to sitBy the maidens, as best should please them, and it grievèd them not one whit,Such counsel it grieveth no man! Then the gallant Gawain spake,65'Now which of these maids is Itonjé? Beside her my seat I'ld take!'Thus in secret he spake to Bené, and she showed him the maiden fair,'She, with eyes so clear and shining, and red lips, and dusky hair!Wouldst thou speak with the maid in secret? Then thy words be wise and few:'Thus quoth Bené the wise in counsel, who Itonjé's love-tale knew,70And knew that King Gramoflanz loved her, and did service for her heart's love,And his faith as a knight unstainèd would fain to the maiden prove.
Gawain sat him by the maiden, (as I heard so the tale I tell,)And soft was his speech and gentle, and his words they beseemed him well.And tho' few were the years of Itonjé yet great was her courtesy,75And well did she know how to bear her as a maiden of high degree.And this question he asked the maiden, if a lover she aye had known?And with wisdom she made him answer, 'To whom might my love be shown,For ne'er to a man have I spoken, since the day I first saw the light,Save the words which thou now dost hearken as I speak unto thee, Sir Knight!'80
'Yet mayst thou have heard the rumour of one who hath bravely fought,And striven for prize of knighthood, and with dauntless heart hath soughtFair service for fair rewarding?' In such wise spake the knight Gawain;But the maiden she quoth, 'Nay, no hero hath strivenmylove to gain;Yon lady, the Duchess of Logrois, hath many a gallant knight85Who serve her for love, or for payment, and hither they come to fight,And we of their jousts are witness, yet none shall have come so nighAsthouhast, Sir Knight, and this conflict thy glory hath raised on high!'
Then he quoth to the lovely maiden, 'Whose pathway shall she have crossedWith many a chosen hero? Say, who hath her favour lost?'90'That, Sir Knight, hath the valiant monarch, King Gramoflanz, he who boreFrom aforetime the crown of honour; so men say, andIknow no more!'
Quoth Gawain, 'Thou shalt know more of him, since he draweth the prize anear,And with steadfast heart doth he seek it; from his lips I this tale did hear—Of true heart would he do thee service, if such service shall be thy will,95And help at thine hand he seeketh that thy love may his torment still.It is well that a king face peril, if his lady shall be a queen,Andthouart the maid whom he loveth, if King Lot hath thy father been;Thou art she for whom his heart weepeth, if thy name shall Itonjé be,And sorrow of heart dost thou give him—By my mouth would he plead with thee.'100
'Now if thou be true and faithful of his woe wilt thou make an end,Andbothwould I serve right gladly—This ring he to thee doth send,I prithee to take it, Lady! In sooth do I mean thee well,And if thou wilt trust unto me no word of the tale I'll tell!'Then crimson she blushed, the maiden, and e'en as her lips were red105So red grew her cheek, yet the blushes as they came so they swiftly sped.And she stretched forth her hand so shyly toward the little ring of gold,For e'en at a glance she knew it, and her hand did the token hold.
Then she spake, 'Now, Sir Knight, I see well, if I freely to thee may speak,That thou comest from him, whom, desiring, my heart doth for ever seek.110My words shalt thou still hold secret, as courtesy biddeth thee,This ring have I seen aforetime, for it oft hath been sent to me;From the hand of the king it cometh, and I know it for token true,From my hand did he first receive it. What sorrow so e'er he knew,Of that do I hold me guiltless; what he asked, that in thought I gave,115Had we met I had ne'er withholden the boon he from me did crave.'
'This day have I kissed Orgelusé, who thinketh his death to win,I ween 'twas the kiss of Judas which all men count to him for sin!And honour and faith forsook me, when the Turkowit, brave Florand,And Gowerzein's Duke, fair Lischois, I kissed here at thy command.120From my heart I might not forgive them, for my true love they hate alway—But speak thou no word to my mother.' Thus the maiden Gawain did pray.
'Sir Knight, it wasthoudidst pray me to take from their lips this kiss,Tho' no will for forgiveness had I, and my heart sickeneth sore for this!If joy shall be e'er our portion, our help in thine hand shall be,125And I know well, above all women, the king he desireth me;And his will shall he have, for I love him o'er all men on earth that live—God send thee good help and good counsel, that joy thou to us mayst give!'
Quoth Gawain, 'How may that be, Lady? He beareth thee in his heart,And in thine dost thou ever hold him, and yet are ye twain apart.130If I knew how to give thee counsel that ye twain might in gladness dwell,Of a sooth no pains would I spare me such rede unto thee to tell.'Then she quoth, 'Yet in truth shalt thou rule us, myself, and my gallant king,And naught but thy help and God's blessing our love to its goal may bring,So that I, poor homeless maiden, his sorrow may put away,135For his joy shall be set upon me! If so be I from truth ne'er stray,What other can I desire here, or for what shall my true heart yearn,Save to give him the love he asketh, and his grief unto gladness turn?'
Gawain, he saw well that the maiden would fain to her love belong,Yet her hatred towards the Duchess as aforetime was fierce and strong;140Thus hatred and love did she bear here, and wrong had he done the maidWho thus, of a true heart simply, her plaint had before him laid.Since never a word had he told her how one mother had borne them both,And King Lot he had been their father—Then he answered her, little loth,He would do what he might to aid her, and in secret with gracious word145She thanked him who brought her comfort, and her sorrow with kindness heard.
Now the hour it was come, and they brought there for the tables fair linen white,And bread did they bear to the palace unto many a lady bright,And there might ye see a severance, for the knights they sat by one wall,Apart from the maids; and their places Gawain gave to each and all.150And the Turkowit sat beside him, and Lischois ate with Sangivé,(And that fair queen was Gawain's mother,) and Orgelusé by Arnivé.And Gawain set his lovely sister by his side at that festal board,And all did as he bade them gladly, for he was that castle's lord.
My skill not the half doth tell me, no such master-cook am I,155That I know the name of the viands they offered them courteously;The host, and each one of the ladies, their servers were maidens fair,To the knights who sat over against them many squires did their portion bear.For this was the seemly custom, that no squire, in his serving haste,Brushed roughly against a maiden, but ever apart they paced—160And whether 'twas wine, or 'twas viands, they offered unto the guests,In naught was their courtesy harmèd, for so did men deem it best.
And a feast they to-day must look on such as no man before had seen,Since vanquished by Klingsor's magic both lady and knight had been.Unknown were they yet to each other, tho' one portal it shut them in,165And never a man and a maiden might speech of each other win;And a good thing Gawain he thought it that this folk should each other meet,And much he rejoiced in their gladness, and his own lot it seemed him sweet;Yet ever he looked in secret on his lady and love so fair,And his heart it waxed hot within him, and love's anguish he needs must bear.170
But the day drew near to its closing, and faint waxed the waning light,And fair thro' the clouds of heaven gleamed the messengers of the night,Many stars so bright and golden, who speed on their silent wayWhen the night would seek for shelter in the realm of departing day;And after her standard-bearers, with her host doth she swiftly tread—175Now many a fair crown golden in the palace hung high o'erhead,And with tapers they all were lighted around the stately hall,And they bare unto every table a host of tapers tall;And yet the story telleth that the Duchess she was so fair,That ne'er was it night in her presence tho' never a torch were there!180For her glance was so bright and radiant it brought of itself the day;And this tale of fair Orgelusé full oft have I heard men say.He had spoken, methinks, untruly who said that he e'er had seenA host so rich and joyous, and joyous his guests, I ween;And ever with eager gladness each knight and each gentle maid185Looked well on each other's faces, nor shrank from the glance afraid.If friendship they here desirèd, or each other would better know,Then naught of their joy would I grudge them, methinks it were better so!
Tho' I wot well there none was a glutton, yet still had they ate their fill,And they bare on one side the tables, and Gawain asked, with right goodwill,190If here there should be a fiddler? and many a gallant squireWas skilled on the strings, and gladly would play at the host's desire,Yet were they not all too skilful, and the dances were old alway,Not new, as in fair Thuringia the dances they know to-day.
Then they thanked their host who, joyful, would give to their joy its vent,195And many a lovely lady in his presence danced well content,For goodly their dance to look on, and their ranks, with many a pairOf knight and lady, mingled, and grief fled from their faces fair.And oft 'twixt two gentle maidens might be seen a noble knight,And they who looked well upon them in their faces might read delight.200And whatever knight bethought him, and would of his lady prayReward, if for love he served her, none said to his pleading Nay.Thus they who were poor in sorrow, and rich in joy's fairest dower,With sweet words, by sweet lips spoken, made gladsome the passing hour.
Gawain and the Queen Arnivé, and Sangivé, the dance so fleet205Would look on in peace, for they danced not; then the Duchess she took her seatBy the side of Gawain, and her white hand he held in his own a while,And they spake of this thing and the other, with many a glance and smile;He rejoiced that she thus had sought him, and his grief it waxed small and faint,And his joy it grew strong and mighty, nor vexed him with sorrow's plaint.210And great was the joy of the lady o'er the dance, and the merry feast,Yet less was the sorrow of Gawain, and his joy o'er her joy increased.
Then spake the old Queen Arnivé, 'Sir Knight, now methinks 'twere bestThat thou get thee to bed, for sorely, I ween, shall thy wounds need restHas the Duchess perchance bethought her to care for thy couch this night,215And tend thee herself, with such counsel and deed as shall seem her right?'Quoth Gawain, 'That thyself mayst ask her; I will do as shall please ye twain!'Then the Duchess she spake in answer, 'He shall in my charge remain.Let this folk to their couch betake them, I will tend in such sort his restThat never a loving lady dealt better by gallant guest;220And the other twain, my princes, in the care of the knights shall be,Florand, and the Duke of Gowerzein, for so seemeth it good to me.'
In short space the dance was ended, and the maidens in beauty brightSat here and there, and between them sat many a gallant knight;And joy took her revenge on sorrow, and he who so sweetly spake225Words of love, from his gentle lady must a gracious answer take.Then the host must they hear, as he bade them the cup to the hall to bear,And the wooers bemoaned his bidding; yet the host he wooed with them here,And he bare of his love the burden, and the sitting he deemed too long,For his heart by love's power was tortured with anguish so fierce and strong.230And they drank the night-drink, and sadly to each other they bade goodnight,And the squires they must bear before them full many a taper bright.And the two gallant guests did Gawain commend to them each and all,And glad were the knights, and the heroes they led forth from out the hall.And the Duchess, with gracious kindness, wished fair rest to the princes twain,235And then to their sleeping chambers forth wended the maiden train,And as their fair breeding bade them, at the parting they curtseyed low:Queen Sangivé and her fair daughters they too to their rest would go.
Then Bené, the maid, and Arnivé, they wrought with a willing handThat the host he might sleep in comfort, nor the Duchess aside did stand,240But she aided the twain, and Gawain was led of the helpers threeTo a chamber fair where his slumber that even should joyful be.Two couches alone did he see there, but no man to me hath toldOf their decking, for other matters, I ween, doth this story hold.
Quoth Arnivé unto the Duchess, 'Now, Lady, think thou how best245This knight whom thou broughtest hither, shall beneath this roof-tree rest,If aid at thine hand he craveth, to grant it shall honour thee;No more would I say, save this only, his wounds they shall bandaged beWith such skill he might bear his armour—But if he bemoan his griefThen methinks it were good and fitting that thou bring to his woe relief.250If thou wakest anew his courage, then we all in his gladness share—Now think thou no ill of my counsel, but have for thy knight good care!'Then the Queen Arnivé left them, (yet leave had she craved before,)And Bené she bare the taper, and Gawain he made fast the door.
If the twain to their love gave hearing? The tale how should I withhold,255I would speak, were it not unseemly that love's secrets aloud be told,For courtesy doth forbid it; and he who would tell the taleWorketh ill to himself, o'er love's dealings true hands ever draw the veil.
Now betwixt his love and his lady had the joy of Gawain waxed small,An the Duchess would have no pity, then healing might ne'er befall.260They who sat in the seat of the wise men, and knew many a mystic word,Kancor, and Thèbit, and Trebuchet, the smith who Frimutel's swordOnce wrought, ('twas a wondrous weapon, and men of its marvels tell)—Nay, all the skill of physicians, tho' they meant to the hero wellAnd plied him with roots well mingled—Had awomanne'er sought his side,265Then vain were their skill, in his torment methinks had he surely died!
Fain would I make short the story, he the rightful root had foundThat helped him unto his healing, and the chain of his grief unbound,And brought light in the midst of his darkness—(Breton by his mother's sideWas Gawain, and King Lot his father) thus the healing task he plied,270And sweet balsam for bitter sorrow was his lot till the dawn of day.Yet that which had wrought him comfort it was hid from the folk alway,But all there, both knights and ladies, they beheld him so gay and gladThat their sorrow was put far from them and their heart was no longer sad.Now list how he did the message whom Gawain he had sent afar,275Yea unto the land of Löver, unto Bems by the fair Korka,For there he abode, King Arthur, and his lady, the gracious queen,With fair maids and a host of vassals; this the lot of the squire had been.
'Twas yet in the early morning, when his message he fain had brought,And the queen, in the chapel kneeling, on the page of her psalter thought;280Then the squire bent his knee before her, and he gave her a token fair,For she took from his hand a letter, and the cover must writing bearThat was writ by a hand she knew well, ere yet she the name might know,From the squire, of him who had sent him, as she looked on him kneeling low.Then the queen she spake to the letter, 'Now blessed that hand shall be285That wrote thee; for care was my portion since the day that mine eyes might seeThe hand that hath writ this writing'—She wept, yet for joy was fain,And she quoth to the squire, 'Of a surety thy master shall be Gawain!'
'Yea, Lady, he truly offers true service as aye of yore,With never a thought of wavering, yet his joy it shall suffer sore,290If so be thou wilt not upraise it; and never it stood so illWith his honour as now it standeth—And more would he tell thee still,In joy shall he live henceforward if comfort he gain from thee;And I wot that yet more shall be written than what thou hast heard from me.'
Then she quoth, 'I have truly read there the cause that hath brought thee here,295And service I think to do him with many a woman dear,Who to-day shall I ween be reckoned to have won to them beauty's prize—Save Parzival's wife and another, Orgelusé, in all men's eyes,Thro' Christendom none shall be fairer—Since far from King Arthur's courtGawain rode, sore grief and sorrow have made of my life their sport.300And Meljanz de Lys hath told me he saw him in Barbigöl—Alas!' quoth the queen, 'that ever mine eyes saw thee, Plimizöl!What sorrow did there befall me! Since that day might I never greetKunnewaare of Lalande, she hath left me, my friend and companion sweet.And the right of the good Round Table was broken by words of scorn,305And four years and a half and six weeks have left us, I ween, forlorn,Since the Grail Parzival rode seeking; and after him rode GawainTo Askalon—Nor Jeschuté nor Hekuba come againSince the day that they parted from me, and grief for my friends so trueHath driven my peace far from me, nor joy since that day I knew!'310And the queen spake much of her sorrow: then the squire would her counsel know,'Now do thou in this my bidding, in secret thou hence shalt go,And wait till the sun be higher, and the folk all at court shall be,Knights, servants, and gentle ladies, and vassals of all degree;And then to the court ride swiftly, nor think who shall hold thy steed,315But spring from its back, and hasten where the king shall thy coming heed.They will ask of thee news of venture, but thou, do thou act and speakAs one who from peril flieth, whom the flames would devouring seek,And they may not prevail to hold thee, nor win from thy lips the tale,But press thou thro' them to the monarch, and to greet thee he will not fail.320Then give to his hand the letter, and swiftly from it he'll readThy tale, and thy lord's desiring; I doubt not the prayer he'll heed!'
'And this will I further rede thee, make thou thy request to meWhere I sit, and, amid my ladies, thy dealings may hear and see;And beseech us, as well thou knowest, for thy lord wouldst thou hearing gain.325But say, for as yet I know not, where abideth the knight Gawain?''Nay,' quoth the squire, 'I may not, ask not where my lord doth dwell,But think, an thou wilt, that good fortune is his, and he fareth well!'Then glad was the squire of her counsel, and he took from the queen his wayIn such wise as ye here have hearkened, and he came, e'en as she did say.330
For e'en at the hour of noontide, not in secret but openlyHe came to the court, and the courtiers his garments eyed curiously,And they thought that they well beseemed him, and were such as a squire should wear,And his horse on each flank was wounded, where the spurs they had smitten fair.And, e'en as the queen had taught him, he sprang straightway unto the ground,335And a crowd of eager courtiers pressed, thronging, his steed around.Mantle, sword, and spurs, e'en his charger might be lost, he would little careBut he gat thro' the crowd to the heroes, and the knights they besought him there,Brought he news of some gallant venture? For the custom was aye of yore,That they ate not, nor man nor maiden, save unto the court they bore340The news of some deed of knighthood, and the court might claim its right,If so be 'twas a worthy venture, and one that beseemed a knight.Quoth the squire, 'Nay, I naught may tell ye, for my haste doth not brook delay,Of your courtesy then forgive me, and lead to the king the way,For 'tis meet that I first speak with him, and mine haste it doth work me ill;345But my tale shall ye hear, and God teach ye to aid me with right goodwill!'
And so did his message urge him he thought not on the thronging crowd,Till the eyes of the king beheld him, and greeting he spake aloud.Then he gave to his hand the letter that bade to King Arthur's heart,As he read it, two guests, joy and sorrow, alike there the twain had part350And he spake, 'Hail! the fair day's dawning, by whose light I have read this word,And of thee, O son of my sister, true tidings at last have heard!If in manhood I may but serve thee as kinsman and friend, if faithEver ruled my heart, 'twill be open to the word that Sir Gawain saith!'
Then he spake to the squire, 'Now tell me if Sir Gawain be glad at heart?'355'Yea, sire, at thy will, with the joyful I ween shall he have his part,'(And thus quoth the squire in his wisdom,) 'yet his honour he sure shall lose,And no man fresh joy may give him, if thine aid thou shalt here refuse.At thy succour his gladness waxeth, and from out of dark sorrow's doorShall grief from his heart be banished, if thou hearken his need so sore.360As of yore doth he offer service to the queen, and it is his willThat the knights of the good Round Table as their comrade account him still,And think on their faith, nor let him be 'spoiled of his honour's meed,But pray thee his cry to hearken, and make to his aid good speed!'
Quoth King Arthur, 'Dear friend and comrade, bear this letter unto the queen,365Let her read therein, and tell us why our portion hath twofold been,And at one while we joy and we sorrow. How King Gramoflanz is fainIn the pride of his heart, and his malice, to work ill to my knight, Gawain;He thinketh for sure that my nephew shall be Eidegast, whom he slew,Thence grief hath he won; deeper sorrow I'ld teach him, and customs new!'370
Then the squire he would pass where a welcome so kindly he did receive,And he gave to the queen the letter, and many an eye must grieve,And with crystal tears run over, as with sweet lips she read so clearThe words that within were written, and the need of Gawain they hear,And his prayer did she read before them; nor long would the squire delay375With skill to entreat the ladies, and aid at their hand to pray.
King Arthur, Sir Gawain's uncle, he wrought with a hearty willThat his vassals might take the journey: nor did she abide her still,Guinevere, the wise and the courteous, for she prayed them make no delay,Her ladies, but bravely deck them, and get on their stately way.380Quoth Kay aloud in his anger, 'If ever I dared believeThat so gallant a man as Gawain of Norway on earth should liveI would cry to him, "Come thou nearer!" Fetch him swift, else he swift will go,As a squirrel away he flasheth, and is lost ere his place ye know!'
To the queen quoth the squire, 'Now, Lady, my lord must I swiftly seek,385His cause do I leave to thine honour!' To her chamberlain did she speak,'See thou that this squire doth rest well, and look well unto his steed,Is it hewn with spurs, find another, the best that shall serve his need.And what else beside shall fail him, for his dress, or lest pledge he lose,Make ready as he shall ask thee, and naught unto him refuse!'390And she quoth, 'Thou shalt say unto Gawain, I am ever to serve him fain,Thy leave from the king will I care for, he greeteth thy lord again!'
Thus the king he was fain for the journey; and the feast it might now be served,Since the right of the good Round Table by this venture was well observed;And joy in their hearts awakened, since this gallant knight Gawain395Should be yet in life, and true tidings they might of his welfare gain.And the knights of that noble order, that even were glad at heart,And there sat the king, and those others who had in the ring their part,And they sat and they ate with their monarch who fame by their strife had won,And the news of this gallant venture wrought joy to them every one.400
Now the squire might betake him homewards, since his errand so well had sped,He gat forth at the early dawning, ere the sun should be high o'erhead,And the queen's chamberlain he gave him a charger, and robes beside,And gold lest his pledge be forfeit, and glad on his way he hied,For had he not won from King Arthur what should end his lord's sorrow sore?405And I know not the days of his journey, but in safety he came once moreTo Château Merveil; then joyful was Arnivé, for as she badeThe porter bare news of his coming, how his steed he no whit had stayed,But swiftly had done his errand. Then in secret she made her wayTo where by the castle drawbridge the squire did his charger stay,410And she asked him much of his journey, and why he in haste must ride?Quoth the squire, ''Tis forbidden, Lady! my errand I needs must hide,An oath have I sworn of silence, and my lord he might well be wrothIf to thee I should tell the tidings, for so should I break mine oath,And a fool would he surely hold me! Ask himself what thou fain wouldst learn!'415Yet she strove still with many a question from his purpose the squire to turn,Then weary was he of her pleading, and in anger this word he spake,'Without cause dost thou here delay me, for I think not mine oath to break!'
So he went where he found his master, and the Turkowit brave Florand,And Lischois, and the lady of Logrois, many ladies did with them stand,420And the squire made his way to his master, and up stood the knight Gawain,And he took him aside, and welcome he bade him in joyful strain,'Now tell unto me, my comrade, the tidings thou here hast brought,If thy news be for joy or for sorrow, what speak they of me at court?'
'And say, didst thou find King Arthur?' quoth the squire, 'My master, yea,425The king, and the queen, and with them many brave knights I saw alway,And they offer to thee their service, and they will at thy bidding come,And they heard in such sort thy message, with such gladness, that every one,Rich and poor, as one man were joyful when I spake, thou wert safe and well.And the folk there were sure a marvel! Their number I may not tell!430And the Table Round, by thy message, was spread for the feast I ween;And if knight e'er won fame by his valour, then I wot that thy fame hath beenFar greater than all who hearkened to the words that I spake of thee,And it beareth the crown o'er all others, tho' mighty their fame shall be!'
Then he told him all that befell there, how he spake with the gracious queen,435And the counsel she gave unto him; and how he the folk had seen,Those brave knights and gentle ladies; how Gawain should behold their faceAt Ioflanz, before the combat, and the end of his day of grace.And the sorrow of Gawain vanished, yet his joy in his heart he'ld hide,Tho' from grief did he pass to gladness; yet the squire must his oath abide440And yet for a space keep silence—Forgotten was all his care,And thither he went, and he sat him again by his lady fair,And with joy he abode in the castle till King Arthur to his reliefMight come with his host—Now hearken to a story of love and grief:
Gawain he was ever joyful; one morn did it so befall445That many a knight and lady were seen in that stately hall,And Gawain sat apart in a window, and looked o'er the stream so wide,And with many a tale of wonder sat Arnivé the knight beside.
To the queen spake the gallant hero, 'Ah! hearken, my Lady dear,If my questions they shall not vex thee, do thou to my words give ear450And tell me the wondrous story, which as yet shall be hid from me—That I live, and my life is joyful, I owe it to none but thee;Tho' my heart had the wit of manhood, yet the Duchess she held it fast,But thou in such wise hast helped me that my sorrow is overpast;Of my love, and my wounds had I died here, but with wisdom thy helpful hand455Thou didst stretch to my aid, and hast loosed me for aye from my sorrow's band.I owe thee my life! My Lady of healing, now tell to meThe wonder that was, and the marvel that yet in this place shall be.Say, wherefore by mighty magic hath Klingsor this palace made?For surely my life had I lost here had thy wisdom not been mine aid!'460
Then out quoth the wise Arnivé, (and ne'er with such goodly fameOf womanly faith and wisdom fair youth unto old age came,)'Sir Knight, these are but small marvels to the marvels his cunning hand,And his skill in hidden magic, have wrought in full many a land.He who counteth it shame unto us that into his power we fell,465He sinneth for sure! His doings, Sir Knight, I to thee will tell.Many folk, I ween, hath he troubled, his land is Terre de Labûr:From a wondrous race he springeth, whose marvels they aye endure,For Virgil was his forefather, in Naples his spells he wrought:And in this wise his nephew Klingsor was to shame and to sorrow brought;'470
'And the chief of his towns was Capua—such high fame was his, I ween,That never in praise or in honour methinks had he shamèd been,And all folk they spake of Duke Klingsor, and praised him, both man and maid,Till in this wise he won dishonour, and his glory to earth was laid.In Sicily reigned a monarch, King Ibert, his life was blest475With a fair wife, Iblis, none fairer e'er hung on a mother's breast,And Klingsor would do her service, till her love should be his reward,And in shame did he win his guerdon from the hand of her rightful lord.'
'If here I must tell his secret, forgiveness I first must pray,For methinks it shall be a story that scarce fitteth my lips to say;480With a stroke was he made magician, with the self-same stroke unmanned'—Then loudly he laughed, Sir Gawain, as the tale he must understand.
'In Kalot Enbolot's castle he won him this lasting shame,(I trow 'tis a mighty fortress, and far lands shall know its fame,)With his wife did the monarch find him, there lay Klingsor within her arm,485And sorely must he repent him of his slumber so soft and warm,For the hand of the king avenged him in such wise as he deemed his right;And he left with his knife such token of shame on the traitor knightThat henceforward the love of woman it rejoiceth him never more!And I wot well for his dishonour many folk shall have suffered sore.'490
'('Tis not in the land of Persia) in a city called PersidaWere magic spells first woven; it stands in a land afar,And thither did Klingsor journey, and there did he learn such skill,That with secrets of magic cunning he worketh whate'er he will.For the ill that was wrought his body he beareth goodwill to none,495But rejoiceth to work them evil, the more if they fame have won.'
'E'en such peril beset one monarch—Irôt was, I ween, his name,And Rosch-Sabbins was his kingdom—At length to such pass he came,That he bade him to take of that country what he would, so he peace would keep;Then Klingsor he took of the monarch this mountain so high and steep,500And the land for eight miles around it; on the summit did Klingsor rearThe wonder-work thou seest, and this palace we look on here.And there faileth nor worldly riches, nor marvel of magic skill,If for thirty years one besieged it, methinks 'twere provisioned still.And power doth he hold o'er all spirits, 'twixt the earth and the heaven above,505Both evil and good, save those only whom God doth from his power remove.'
'Sir Knight, since thy deadly peril thou hast passed, nor thy death hast found,He gives to thine hand his kingdom, this Burg, and the lands around,No claim doth he make upon it; and peace doth he promise thee—This he sware in the ears of his people, and a man of his word is he,510That the knight who withstood the venture, this gift should be his for aye.And all who from Christendom's countries 'neath the spell of his magic lay,Be they woman, or man, or maiden, are thy vassals both one and all,And many from lands of paynim with us 'neath his power must fall.Let this folk then now get them homewards, where yet for our loss they mourn,515For to dwell in the land of the stranger, it maketh my heart forlornAnd He, who the stars hath counted, may He teach thee to give us aid,And turn once again to rejoicing those hearts that are sore afraid!'
'A child was born of a mother, who its mother's mother shall be;For the ice it came of the water; when the sunlight shineth free,520Then nothing I ween shall hinder that water from ice be born—Of my glad youth I often think me, tho' now I must weep forlorn,If my lot shall once more be joyful then the child from the child shall spring.And thou, art thou wise and courteous, methinks well mayst work this thing!'
''Tis long since all joy forsook me! The skiff 'neath its sail flies fast,525But the man who doth sail within it hath swifter his voyage o'erpast.If thou readest aright my riddle thy fame shall wax high and fleet,For our joy canst thou make to blossom, and our song to ring clear and sweet.And, bringers of joy, shall we journey into many a distant land,Where the folk weep sore for our losing, and shall greet us with outstretched hand!'530
'Of joy had I once full measure: a crownèd queen was I!And my daughter amid her princes bare a crown too right royally,And all men they deemed us worthy—Sir Knight, I wrought ill to none,But alike, both man and maiden, from my hand due guerdon won.And all men they knew, and they owned me one fit o'er the folk to reign,535For I, so God gave me wisdom, ne'er brought to another pain.Yet she who in gladness dwelleth, tho' a fair praise she think to earn,And the prayer of the poor she hearken, yet her joy to such grief may turnThat a poor lad may make her joyful—Sir Knight, here o'erlong I stay,Yet there cometh no man who doth know me, and turneth my care away!'540
Then out quoth the gallant hero, 'Lady, if life be mine,Then gladness shall be thy portion, nor shalt thou in exile pine!'Now this self-same day brought the coming of Arthur the Breton king,The son of the sad Arnivé, whom kinship and faith did bring;And many a fair new banner Gawain from the castle saw,545And the field it was thick with the horsemen who near at his summons draw.On the road that wound hence from Logrois came many a blazoned spear,And Gawain, he was glad at their coming; for delay it oft teacheth fear,Who waiteth o'erlong for succour, he doubteth 'twill come too late!From such doubt had King Arthur freed him! Ah me! how he rode in state!550
Gawain, he would hold it secret, yet his eyes they were fain to weep,Little good had they been for cisterns, since the water they failed to keep.And for love must he weep, for Arthur such love had toward him shown,He had cherished him from his childhood, and had dealt with him as his own;And the twain they had never wavered, but their faith to each other kept,555And nor falsehood nor thought of doubting betwixt their two hearts had crept.
But Arnivé was 'ware of his weeping, and quoth, 'Now shalt thou beginTo joy with the shout of rejoicing, thus comfort we all shall win.'Gainst sorrow shouldst thou defend thee—See the host that now draweth nigh,Methinks 'tis the Duchess' army, with their coming shall joy wax high.'560Now many a tent and banner they saw wind across the plain,Butoneshield did they bear before them, and Arnivé beheld again,And she knew, as of yore, the blazon, and Isayé she called the nameOf the knight, he should be king's marshal, and Uther Pendragon came!But the shield it was borne by another, graceful of limb and tall,565And she said, 'He shall bequeen'smarshal, andMaurinhis name they call.'But little she knew, Arnivé, that dead were both king and knight,And Maurin, he held the office that afore was his father's right.To the bank in the meadow of conflict rode the host—They who served the queenFound a resting-place for the ladies, and a fair camp it was I ween.570By the side of a swift, clear streamlet they set up the tents so fair,And, apart, many goodly circles for the king and his knights prepare.And methinks they had left behind them, wherever the host must ride,A mighty track of hoof-prints on the field and the roadways wide!
Gawain, by the mouth of Bené, his host Plippalinòt prayed575To hold vessel and boat in safe keeping that no crossing that day be made.And the maid from the hand of Gawain took the first gift of his rich store,'Twas a swallow, the harp was costly, such as harpers in England bore.
Then joyful, she sought her father, and Gawain, he gave commandTo shut fast the outer portals, since a host at the gate did stand;580And old and young they listed the word that he courteous spake:'On the further side of the river an army its camp doth make,And never, by land or by water, a mightier host I saw,Would they fight, then I pray ye help me my knighthood to prove once more!'
With one voice did they make the promise—Then they asked of the Duchess fair,585If the host should be hers? But she answered, 'Believe me, of all men thereI know neither shield nor bearer; perchance he who wrought me illHath entered my land, and thought him to bow Logrois unto his will.He hath found it right well defended! My people might well defy,From their tower and their battlements lofty, e'en such army as here doth lie!590Hath he wrought there fresh deeds of knighthood, then King Gramoflanz sure hath thoughtTo revenge himself for the garland that my knight from his tree hath brought.But whoever they be, I know well, they shall many a joust have seen,And many a spear at Logrois by mine army hath splintered been.'
And never a lie had she spoken—For Arthur must peril face595As he rode thro' the land of Logrois; and many of Breton raceIn knightly joust had fallen—But Arthur their ill repaidIn the self-same coin, and on both sides sore stress on the host was laid.
Battle-weary, so came they hither of whom one full oft must hearThat they sold their lives full dearly, and did never a foeman fear.600And either side had suffered, both Garel and Gaherjet,King Meljanz of Lys, and Iofreit, son of Idol, in durance setEre even the end of the Tourney—From Logrois they captive bareThe Duke of Vermandois, Friam, and Count Richard, he of Nevers,Who naught but one spear had needed ere he against whom he rode605Had fallen 'neath his stroke so mighty, and no man his joust abode.With his own hand King Arthur made him his captive, this gallant knight;Then, dauntless, they spurred them onward, and the armies they met in fight,And a forest, methinks, it cost them! For no man the jousts might knowThat were ridden, a rain of splinters fell thick at each mighty blow;610And the Bretons, they bore them bravely 'gainst the Lady of Logrois' host,And Arthur himself the rear-guard would keep at sore conflict's cost.And in this wise they fought and they vexed them through the hours of the livelong day,Till the greater part of the army outwearied with conflict lay.
And well might Gawain have told her, the Duchess, that to his aid615They had ridden her land, then, I wot well, no strife had their way delayed,But he would that no lips should tell her till her own eye the truth had seen—Then he dealt as should well befit him had King Arthur his foeman been,And made ready to march against him with rich tents and warlike gear.And no man of them all repented that he came as a stranger here,620For with open hand Sir Gawain his gifts upon all did showerIn such wise that ye might have deemed well he drew nigh to his dying hour.And servant, and knight, and lady, they looked on his gifts so fair,And all, with one mouth, they praised him who brought help in their soredespair;
And all, for his sake, were joyful—Then the hero he bade prepare625Strong chargers, and well-trained palfreys, such as well might a lady bear.Nor the knights should be lacking armour—Strong squires in coat of mailWere ready to do his bidding, nor should one of their number fail.And in this wise he gave his orders, four knights he aside did take:His chamberlain one; and another, cup-bearer he fain would make;630The third he would make his steward; and his marshal the fourth should be,For this was his prayer, and the four knights said 'Yea' to him willingly.
At peace lay King Arthur's army, and no greeting did Gawain send,Yet I wot well it sorely grieved him! With the morning the host did wend,With the blast of many a trumpet, their way unto Ioflanz' plain,635And the rear-guard was armed, yet no foeman did they find in their path again.
Then Gawain took his office-bearers, and in this wise to them he spake,The marshal, he bade him straightway to Ioflanz his way to take,'There a camp of my own prepare me—The host that thou here didst seeShall unto that plain have ridden, and its lord will I name to thee,640For 'tis well that thou too shouldst know him, he is Arthur, my kinsman true,In whose court and whose care from my childhood I unto my manhood grew.Now do this thing in which I trust thee, rule my journey in such a wise,With such riches and pomp, that my coming be stately in all men's eyes;But within the walls of this castle no word of the truth be told—645That the king for my sake cometh hither, this must thou for secret hold!'
So did they as Gawain bade them, and Plippalinòt he foundLittle space had he now for leisure, since his lord was on journey bound.For large and small his vessels, both boat and skiff, must fareO'er the water, and troops well armèd, ahorse and afoot they bare.650And the marshal the squires and footmen on the track of the Bretons led,And hither and thither riding behind them the army sped.
And they bare with them, so 'twas told me, the tent that in days of yoreFair Iblis had sent to Klingsor, as pledge of the love she bore.By the sending of this love-token their secret to men was told,655And the favour they bare each other in the days that have waxen old.And no cost had they spared who had wrought it, and no better was ever seenSave the tent of Eisenhart only—Then apart on the grass so greenThey set up the tent, and around it many others in goodly ring,And so great was the pomp and the riches that men deemed it a wondrous thing.660
And they spake before King Arthur that the marshal of Gawain came,And his lord the same day would follow, and encamp him upon the plain.'Twas the talk of all the vassals—Then Gawain, from falsehood free,Rode forth from his home and there followed a goodly company.And their train was so richly ordered that marvels I here might tell!665With church gear and chamber hangings the pack-steeds were burdened well;And some were with harness laden, and above the harness bareFull many a crested helmet, and shield that was blazoned fair.And many a gallant war-horse was led by the bridle rein,And behind them both knight and lady rode close in the glittering train.670Would ye measure the length? a mile long, methinks, had it stretched, and more,And Sir Gawain, I ween, forgat not that a gallant knight should drawHis rein by the side of each lady, and ever of love they spake,Or one scant of wit had deemed them! And in this wise the road they take,The Turkowit, brave Florand, for companion upon his way675Had the daughter of Queen Arnivé, Sangivé of Norroway,And Lischois, who was ne'er unready, he rode at sweet Kondrie's side,And by Gawain the maid Itonjé, his sister, perforce must ride.At the same time the Queen Arnivé and the Duchess of fair LogroisRode gaily the one by the other, for in such wise they made their choice.680
Beyond the camp of King Arthur the tents of Gawain they lay,And they who were fain to reach them thro' the army must take their way.'Twas a sight for all men to gaze at! Ere the folk to their journey's endMight come, of a courteous custom, to do honour unto his friend,Gawain by the tent of Arthur bade the first maiden take her stand,685Then the marshal so did his office that the second, to her right hand,And the third beside the second, should unto each other ride,And none of them all delayed them—So made they a circle wide,Here the matrons, and there the maidens, and by each of them rode a knightWho would fain do the lady service, and would for her favours fight.690And thus round the tent of the monarch stood the ladies, a goodly ring,And to Gawain, the rich in gladness, fair welcome would Arthur bring.
To the ground sprang Gawain and Arnivé, and her daughters with children twain,The Lady of Logrois, and the heroes he o'erthrew on the grassy plain,Lischois and the gallant Florand; then unto those heroes brave695Stepped Arthur from his pavilion, and a kindly welcome gave;And the queen, she greeted Gawain, and she welcomed him and hisOf true heart, and from many a lady, I ween, was there many a kiss!
Quoth Arthur unto his nephew, 'Say, who shall thy comrades be?'Quoth Gawain, 'A kiss of greeting from my lady I fain would see,700'Twere ill an she should refuse it, for noble are both I ween.'Then Florand and the Duke of Gowerzein were kissed by the gracious queen.
Then into the tent they gat them, and to many the fair field wideWas as if it were full of maidens, so close stood they, side by side.Then not as the heavy-footed sprang Arthur upon his steed,705And he turned to the knights and the ladies in the ring with a kindly heed,And he rode from one to the other, and gracious the words he spake,From the lips of the king so kindly each one must his welcome take.For this was the will of Gawain that no man from hence should rideTill he himself rode with them, but courteous his coming bide.710
Then the king would dismount, and straightway he entered the tent again,And he sat him beside his nephew, and straitly he prayed GawainTo say who were these five ladies, whom hither the knight did bring.Then Gawain he looked on the eldest and he spake to the Breton king,'Didst thou know Uther Pendragon? 'Tis Arnivé, his queen and wife,715And well mayst thou look upon her, from the twain didst thou draw thy life.And there standeth the Queen of Norway, andIam the son she bare,And these twain they shall be my sisters; say, are they not maidens fair?'
Ah! then once again they kissed them, and sorrow and joy were seenOf all those who looked upon them, from Love this their lot had been;720And they laughed, and they cried together, and their lips spake of joy and woe,And I ween that with tears of gladness their bright eyes must overflow.Then Arthur he spake to Gawain, 'Nephew, unknown to meIs the fifth of these lovely ladies, I prithee who may she be?'
'The Duchess, is she, of Logrois,' quoth Gawain in his courtesy,725'In her service have I come hither, and, so it was told to me,Thou thyself hast sought her dwelling, and how it rejoiced thee there,Thou canst without shame declare us, as a widower dost thou fare.'Quoth Arthur, 'She doth, as her captive, thy kinsman Gaherjet hold,And Garel, who in many a conflict hath shown h'm a hero bold;730From my very side was he taken, one charge had we made so nighThat almost we gained the portal, when lo! from the gate did flyMeljanz of Lys! How he battled! On high flew a banner whiteAnd the host who fought beneath it took captive my gallant knight.And the banner it bare a blazon of crimson, a bleeding heart,735And right through the midst was it pierced by the shaft of a sable dart,As one who to death is smitten—'Lirivoin' was the battle-cryOf the army who fought beneath it, and their hand did the victory buy.My nephew, Iofreit, was taken, and grief for his sake I know—Yestreen did I keep the rear-guard, and the chance it hath worked me woe!'740
Sore mourned the king for his sorrow—quoth the Duchess, with courteous mien,'Sire, I speak thee free of all shaming, I had greeted thee not, I ween.Thou mayst well have wrought me evil, tho' no wrong had I done to thee,And I would that God's wisdom teach thee that harm to make good to me.The knight to whose aid thou camest, if combat with me he dared,745Hath found me, methinks, defenceless, with side to the foeman bared.If yet for such strife he lusteth, nor of conflict hath had his fill,With never a sword or a weapon I think to withstand him still.'Then Gawain, he quoth to King Arthur, 'Wilt thou that we fill the plainWith knights? For we well can do so—I think me such grace to gain750From the Duchess that all the captives from thine host she will swiftly free,And, many a new spear bearing, her knighthood we here may see.''Yea, such were my will,' quoth Arthur; then the Duchess she gave command,And many a gallant hero she summoned from Logrois' land—And I wot well a host so goodly the earth ne'er had seen before—755Then Gawain, he prayed leave of the monarch, he would to his tent withdraw,And the king's will was e'en as Gawain's, and all they who hither rodeWith the knight, they turned their bridles, and with him in his camp abode.And his tent was so rich and so goodly, as befitted a gallant knight,That afar from its costly trappings had poverty taken flight.760
And there rode unto his pavilion full many whose hearts were soreFor the weary days since he left them, and the love they to Gawain bore.And the wounds of Kay had been healèd since he jousted by Plimizöl,And he looked on the wealth of Gawain, and with envy his heart was full,And he quoth, 'Now, King Lot, his father, my monarch's near of kin,765Ne'er thought with such pomp to shame us, nor a camp of his own would win.'(For ever did he bethink him how Gawain would no vengeance takeOn the knight who so sorely smote him, when his right arm in joust he brake,)'God worketh forsomeHis wonders,—Who gave Gawain this woman folk?'And the words they were scarce a friend's words that Kay in his anger spoke.770
Of the honour his friend hath won him the true knight is ever glad,But the faithless, aloud he crieth, and his heart ever waxeth sadWhen the heart of his friend rejoiceth, and he needs must his gladness see.Bliss and honour had fallen to Gawain; and, if one would more favoured be,I know not what thing he may wish for! Thus ever the evil mind775Is with envy filled, while the brave man his comfort and joy doth findWhen honour shall seek his comrade, and shame from his face doth flee—Gawain ne'er forgat his knighthood, and from falsehood was ever free;And thus it was right and fitting that men on his bliss should gaze,And gladness and fair rejoicing henceforward should crown his days.780In what wise for the folk that followed did the knight of Norway care,Alike for his knights and ladies? Not ill was, methinks, their fare.And Arthur and all his people they looked on King Lot's fair son,And I trow well they greatly marvelled at the riches his hand had won.Now the evening meal was ended, and 'twas time for the folk to sleep,785And little I grudge their slumber! A guard thro' the night they keep,And lo! at the early morning, ere the dawning had waxed to-day,Came a folk in goodly armour, and the men of Logrois were they.And they read their helmet's token by the light of the waning moon,On this side lay the host of Arthur, and his camp had they passed full soon,790And they came to the goodly circle where Gawain and his men should lie—And, methinks, who such gallant succour by the might of his hand could buyWere reckoned of men a hero! Then Gawain bade his Marshal findA place for the host to camp on, but, such was their leader's mind,He deemed it best that their circle apart from the rest should be,795And 'twas even the hour of noontide ere all were lodged fittingly.
Then Arthur, the noble monarch, a message would straightway send;Unto Rosche Sabbins, and the city, a squire on his way should wendTo King Gramoflanz should he speak thus, 'Since conflict the king doth pray,And he lusteth to fight my nephew, the strife shall he not delay,800For Sir Gawain is fain to meet him—But bid him to meet us here,As a gallant man do we know him, were he other, 'twould cost him dear!'
And the messenger of King Arthur he rode on his errand fain—Then forth, with Lischois and Sir Florand, rode the gallant knight, Gawain,And he prayed them to show them to him who from many a land afar805Had ridden for love's high service, and had fought in his lady's war.And he met them and gave them greeting in such wise that the heroes knewSir Gawain for courteous lover, and faithful knight and true.
With that again he left them, and in secret his way he sped,And he gat him again to his chamber, and he armed him from foot to head;810He would know if his wounds were healèd so that never a scar should pain,And his limbs would he test, since so many, both maiden and man were fainTo look on the strife, had they wisdom they should see if his dauntless handMight even to-day, as aforetime, the victor's crown command.A squire did he bid to bring him his charger, Gringuljet,815And he sprang to the saddle lightly and the horse to a gallop set.He would try both himself and his charger, if ready for strife the twain—Ah! woe is me for his journey! so rode he upon the plain,And so had his Fortune willed it, that a knight his bridle drewBy the side of the river Sabbins, and ye know that knight so true,820And a rock, men well might call him, for manhood and courage high,And no knight might stand before him, and falsehood his heart did fly.And yet so weak was his body that no burden it bare of wrong,Yea, a hand's-breadth had been too heavy, and a finger-length too long!And, I ween, of this gallant hero of old time ye oft must hear,825For my tale hath come to its root-tree, and draweth its goal anear.