CHAP. XIX.

_How Beaumains came to the lady, and when he came to the castle the

gates were closed against him, and of the words that the lady said to

him._

Now turn we unto Sir Beaumains, that desired of Linet that he might see

her sister his lady. Sir, said she, I would fain ye saw her. Then Sir

Beaumains all armed him, and took his horse and his spear, and rode

straight unto the castle. And when he came to the gate he found there

many men armed, and pulled up the drawbridge and drew the port close.

Then marvelled he why they would not suffer him to enter. And then he

looked up to the window; and there he saw the fair Liones, that said on

high, Go thy way, Sir Beaumains, for as yet thou shalt not have wholly

my love, unto the time that thou be called one of the number of the

worthy knights. And therefore go labour in worship this twelvemonth,

and then thou shalt hear new tidings. Alas, fair lady, said Beaumains,

I have not deserved that ye should shew me this strangeness, and I had

wend that I should have right good cheer with you, and unto my power I

have deserved thank, and well I am sure I have bought your love with

part of the best blood within my body. Fair courteous knight, said dame

Liones, be not displeased nor over hasty; for wit ye well your great

travail nor good love shall not be lost, for I consider your great

travail and labour, your bounty and your goodness, as me ought to do.

And therefore go on your way, and look that ye be of good comfort, for

all shall be for your worship and for the best, and perdy a twelvemonth

will soon be done, and trust me, fair knight, I shall be true to you,

and never to betray you, but to my death I shall love you and none

other. And therewithal she turned her from the window; and Sir

Beaumains rode away ward from the castle, making great dole, and so he

rode here and there, and wist not where he rode, till it was dark

night. And then it happened him to come to a poor man’s house, and

there he was harboured all that night. But Sir Beaumains had no rest,

but wallowed and writhed for the love of the lady of the castle. And so

upon the morrow he took his horse, and rode until underne, and then he

came to a broad water, and thereby was a great lodge, and there he

alight to sleep, and laid his head upon the shield, and betook his

horse to the dwarf, and commanded him to watch all night. Now turn we

to the lady of the same castle that thought much upon Beaumains, and

then she called unto her Sir Gringamore her brother, and prayed him in

all manner, as he loved her heartily, that he would ride after Sir

Beaumains, and ever have ye wait upon him till ye may find him

sleeping, for I am sure in his heaviness he will alight down in some

place and lay him down to sleep: and therefore have ye your wait upon

him, and in the priviest manner ye can, take his dwarf, and go ye your

way with him as fast as ever ye may or Sir Beaumains awake. For my

sister Linet telleth me that he can tell of what kindred he is come,

and what is his right name. And the mean while I and my sister will

ride unto your castle to await when ye bring with you the dwarf. And

then when ye have brought him unto your castle I will have him in

examination myself: unto the time I know what is his right name and of

what kindred he is come, shall I never be merry at my heart. Sister,

said Sir Gringamore, all this shall be done after your intent. And so

he rode all the other day and the night till that he found Sir

Beaumains lying by a water, and his head upon his shield, for to sleep.

And then when he saw Sir Beaumains fast on sleep, he came stilly

stalking behind the dwarf, and plucked him fast under his arm, and so

he rode away with him as fast as ever he might unto his own castle. And

this Sir Gringamore’s arms were all black, and that to him belonged.

But ever as he rode with the dwarf toward his castle, he cried unto his

lord and prayed him of help. And therewith awoke Sir Beaumains, and up

he lept lightly, and saw where Sir Gringamore rode his way with the

dwarf, and so Sir Gringamore rode out of his sight.

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