CHAP. XVIII.

_How Balin met with his brother Balan, and how each of them slew other

unknown, till they were wounded to death._

Then afore him he saw come riding out of a castle a knight, and his

horse trapped all red, and himself in the same colour. When this knight

in the red beheld Balin, him thought it should be his brother Balin

because of his two swords, but because he knew not his shield, he

deemed it was not he. And so they aventred their spears, and came

marvellously fast together, and they smote each other in the shields,

but their spears and their course were so big that it bare down horse

and man, that they lay both in a swoon. But Balin was bruised sore with

the fall of his horse, for he was weary of travel. And Balan was the

first that rose on foot and drew his sword, and went toward Balin, and

he arose and went against him, but Balan smote Balin first, and he put

up his shield, and smote him through the shield and cleft his helm.

Then Balin smote him again with that unhappy sword, and well nigh had

felled his brother Balan, and so they fought there together till their

breaths failed. Then Balin looked up to the castle, and saw the towers

stand full of ladies. So they went to battle again, and wounded each

other dolefully, and then they breathed oft-times, and so went unto

battle, that all the place there as they fought was blood red. And at

that time there was none of them both but they had either smitten other

seven great wounds, so that the least of them might have been the death

of the mightiest giant in this world. Then they went to battle again so

marvellously that doubt it was to hear of that battle for the great

bloodshedding, and their hauberks unnailed, that naked they were on

every side. At the last Balan, the younger brother, withdrew him a

little and laid him down. Then said Balin le Savage, What knight art

thou? for or now I found never no knight that matched me. My name is,

said he, Balan, brother to the good knight Balin. Alas! said Balin,

that ever I should see this day. And therewith he fell backward in a

swoon. Then Balan went on all four feet and hands, and put off the helm

of his brother, and might not know him by the visage it was so full

hewen and bled; but when he awoke he said, O Balan, my brother, thou

hast slain me and I thee, wherefore all the wide world shall speak of

us both. Alas! said Balan, that ever I saw this day, that through

mishap I might not know you, for I espied well your two swords, but

because ye had another shield I deemed you had been another knight.

Alas! said Balin, all that made an unhappy knight in the castle, for he

caused me to leave mine own shield to our both’s destruction, and if I

might live I would destroy that castle for ill customs. That were well

done, said Balan, for I had never grace to depart from them since that

I came hither, for here it happed me to slay a knight that kept this

island, and since might I never depart, and no more should ye brother,

and ye might have slain me as ye have, and escaped yourself with the

life. Right so came the lady of the tower with four knights and six

ladies and six yeomen unto them, and there she heard how they made

their moan either to other, and said, We came both out of one womb, and

so shall we lye both in one pit. So Balan prayed the lady of her

gentleness, for his true service that she would bury them both in that

same place there the battle was done. And she granted them with weeping

it should be done richly in the best manner. Now will ye send for a

priest, that we may receive our sacrament and receive the blessed body

of our Lord Jesus Christ. Yea, said the lady, it shall be done. And so

she sent for a priest and gave them their rites. Now, said Balin, when

we are buried in one tomb, and the mention made over us how two

brethren slew each other, there will never good knight nor good man see

our tomb but they will pray for our souls. And so all the ladies and

gentlewomen wept for pity. Then, anon Balan died, but Balin died not

till the midnight after, and so were they buried both, and the lady let

make a mention of Balan how he was there slain by his brother’s hands,

but she knew not Balin’s name.

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