to visit her knight, Sir Gareth, who hath had such travail for her
love?" "She knoweth not, my lord, that he is here," replied the damsel,
"for truly she desireth greatly to see him." "Go ye and bring her
hither," said the king. So the damsel rode to tell her sister where Sir
Gareth was, and when she heard it she rejoiced full heartily and came
with all the speed she could. And when Sir Gareth saw her, there was
great joy and comfort between them.
Then the king asked Sir Gareth whether he would have that lady for his
wife? "My lord," replied Sir Gareth, "know well that I love her above
all ladies living." "Now, fair lady," said King Arthur, "what say ye?"
"Most noble king," she answered, "my lord, Sir Gareth, is my first love
and shall be my last, and if I may not have him for my husband I will
have none." Then said the king to them, "Be well assured that for my
crown I would not be the cause of parting your two hearts."
Then was high preparation made for the marriage, for the king desired it
should be at the Michaelmas next following, at Kinkenadon-by-the-Sea.
So Sir Gareth sent out messages to all the knights whom he had overcome
in battle that they should be there upon his marriage-day.
Therefore, at the next Michaelmas, came a goodly company to
Kinkenadon-by-the-Sea. And there did the Archbishop of Canterbury marry
Sir Gareth and the Lady Lyones with all solemnity. And all the knights
whom Sir Gareth had overcome were at the feast; and every manner of
revels and games was held with music and minstrelsy. And there was a
great jousting for three days. But because of his bride the king would
not suffer Sir Gareth to joust. Then did King Arthur give great lands
and fair, with store of gold, to Sir Gareth and his wife, that so they
might live royally together to their lives' end.
XII
THE ADVENTURES OF SIR TRISTRAM
Again King Arthur held high festival at Caerleon, at Pentecost, and
gathered round him all the fellowship of the Round Table, and so,
according to his custom, sat and waited till some adventure should
arise, or some knight return to court whose deeds and perils might be
told.
Anon he saw Sir Lancelot and a crowd of knights coming through the doors
and leading in their midst the mighty knight, Sir Tristram. As soon as
King Arthur saw him, he rose up and went through half the hall, and held
out both his hands and cried, "Right welcome to thee, good Sir Tristram,
as welcome art thou as any knight that ever came before into this court.
A long time have I wished for thee amongst my fellowship." Then all the
knights and barons rose up with one accord and came around, and cried
out, "Welcome." Queen Guinevere came also, and many ladies with her, and
all with one voice said the same.
Then the king took Sir Tristram by the hand and led him to the Round
Table and said, "Welcome again for one of the best and gentlest knights
in all the world; a chief in war, a chief in peace, a chief in field and
forest, a chief in the ladies' chamber--right heartily welcome to this
court, and mayest thou long abide in it."
When he had so said he looked at every empty seat until he came to what
had been Sir Marhaus', and there he found written in gold letters, "This
is the seat of the noble knight, Sir Tristram." Whereat they made him,
with great cheer and gladness, a Fellow of the Round Table.
Now the story of Sir Tristram was as follows:--
There was a king of Lyonesse, named Meliodas, married to the sister of
King Mark of Cornwall, a right fair lady and a good. And so it happened
that King Meliodas hunting in the woods was taken by enchantment and
made prisoner in a castle. When his wife Elizabeth heard it she was nigh
mad with grief, and ran into the forest to seek out her lord. But after
many days of wandering and sorrow she found no trace of him, and laid
her down in a deep valley and prayed to meet her death. And so indeed
she did, but ere she died she gave birth in the midst of all her sorrow
to child, a boy, and called him with her latest breath Tristram; for she
said, "His name shall show how sadly he hath come into this world."
Therewith she gave up her ghost, and the gentlewoman who was with her
took the child and wrapped it from the cold as well as she was able, and
lay down with it in her arms beneath the shadow of a tree hard by,
expecting death to come to her in turn.
But shortly after came a company of lords and barons seeking for the
queen, and found the lady and the child and took them home. And on the
next day came King Meliodas, whom Merlin had delivered, and when he
heard of the queen's death his sorrow was greater than tongue can tell.
And anon he buried her solemnly and nobly, and called the child Tristram
as she had desired.
Then for seven years King Meliodas mourned and took no comfort, and all
that time young Tristram was well nourished; but in a while he wedded
with the daughter of Howell, King of Brittany, who, that her own
children might enjoy the kingdom, cast about in her mind how she might
destroy Tristram. So on a certain day she put poison in a silver cup,
where Tristram and her children were together playing, that when he was
athirst he might drink of it and die. But so it happened that her own
son saw the cup, and, thinking it must hold good drink, he climbed and
took it, and drank deeply of it, and suddenly thereafter burst and fell
down dead.
When the queen heard that, her grief was very great, but her anger and
envy were fiercer than before, and soon again she put more poison in the
cup. And by chance one day her husband finding it when thirsty, took it
up and was about to drink therefrom, when, seeing him, she sprang up
with a mighty cry and dashed it from his hands.
At that King Meliodas, wondering greatly, called to mind the sudden
death of his young child, and taking her fiercely by the hand he cried:
"Traitress, tell me what drink is in this cup or I will slay thee in a
moment;" and therewith pulling out his sword he swore by a great oath
to slay her if she straightway told him not the truth.
"Ah, mercy, lord," said she, and fell down at his feet; "mercy, and I
will tell thee all."
And then she told him of her plot to murder Tristram, so that her own
sons might enjoy the kingdom.
"The law shall judge thee," said the king.
And so anon she was tried before the barons, and condemned to be burnt
to death.
But when the fire was made, and she brought out, came Tristram kneeling
at his father's feet and besought of him a favor.
"Whatsoever thou desirest I will give thee," said the king.
"Give me the life, then, of the queen, my step-mother," said he.
"Thou doest wrong to ask it," said Meliodas; "for she would have slain
thee with her poisons if she could, and chiefly for thy sake she ought
to die."
"Sir," said he, "as for that, I beseech thee of thy mercy to forgive it
her, and for my part may God pardon her as I do; and so I pray thee
grant me my boon, and for God's sake hold thee to thy promise."
"If it must be so," said the king, "take thou her life, for to thee I
give it, and go and do with her as thou wilt."
Then went young Tristram to the fire and loosed the queen from all her
bonds and delivered her from death.
And after a great while by his good means the king again forgave and
lived in peace with her, though never more in the same lodgings.
Anon was Tristram sent abroad to France in care of one named Governale.
And there for seven years he learned the language of the land, and all
knightly exercises and gentle crafts, and especially was he foremost in
music and in hunting, and was a harper beyond all others. And when at
nineteen years of age he came back to his father, he was as lusty and
strong of body and as noble of heart as ever man was seen.
Now shortly after his return it befell that King Anguish of Ireland sent
to King Mark of Cornwall for the tribute due to Ireland, but which was
now seven years behindhand. To whom King Mark sent answer, if he would
have it he must send and fight for it, and they would find a champion to
fight against it.
So King Anguish called for Sir Marhaus, his wife's brother, a good
knight of the Round Table, who lived then at his court, and sent him
with a knightly retinue in six great ships to Cornwall. And, casting
anchor by the castle of Tintagil, he sent up daily to King Mark for the
tribute or the champion. But no knight there would venture to assail
him, for his fame was very high in all the realm for strength and
hardihood.
Then made King Mark a proclamation throughout Cornwall, that if any
knight would fight Sir Marhaus he should stand at the king's right hand
forevermore, and have great honor and riches all the rest of his days.
Anon this news came to the land of Lyonesse, and when young Tristram
heard it he was angry and ashamed to think no knight of Cornwall durst
assail the Irish champion. "Alas," said he, "that I am not a knight,
that I might match this Marhaus! I pray you give me leave, sir, to
depart to King Mark's court and beg him of his grace to make me knight."
"Be ruled by thy own courage," said his father.
So Tristram rode away forthwith to Tintagil to King Mark, and went up
boldly to him and said, "Sir, give me the order of knighthood and I will
fight to the uttermost with Sir Marhaus of Ireland."
"What are ye, and whence come ye?" said the king, seeing he was but a
young man, though strong and well made both in body and limb.
"My name is Tristram," said he, "and I was born in the country of
Lyonesse."
"But know ye," said the king, "this Irish knight will fight with none
who be not come of royal blood and near of kin to kings or queens, as he
himself is, for his sister is the Queen of Ireland."
Then said Tristram, "Let him know that I am come both on my father's and
my mother's side of blood as good as his, for my father is King Meliodas
and my mother was that Queen Elizabeth, thy sister, who died in the
forest at my birth."
When King Mark heard that he welcomed him with all his heart, and
knighted him forthwith, and made him ready to go forth as soon as he
would choose, and armed him royally in armor covered with gold and
silver.
Then he sent Sir Marhaus word, "That a better man than he should fight
with him, Sir Tristram of Lyonesse, son of King Meliodas and of King
Mark's own sister." So the battle was ordained to be fought in an island
near Sir Marhaus' ships, and there Sir Tristram landed on the morrow,
with Governale alone attending him for squire, and him he sent back to
the land when he had made himself ready.
When Sir Marhaus and Sir Tristram were thus left alone, Sir Marhaus
said, "Young knight Sir Tristram, what doest thou here? I am full sorry
for thy rashness, for ofttimes have I been assailed in vain, and by the
best knights of the world. Be warned in time, return to them that sent
thee."
"Fair knight, and well-proved knight," replied Sir Tristram, "be sure
that I shall never quit this quarrel till one of us be overcome. For
this cause have I been made knight, and thou shalt know before we part
that though as yet unproved, I am a king's son and firstborn of a queen.
Moreover I have promised to deliver Cornwall from this ancient burden,
or to die. Also, thou shouldst have known, Sir Marhaus, that thy valor
and thy might are but the better reasons why I should assail thee; for
whether I win or lose I shall gain honor to have met so great a knight
as thou art."
Then they began the battle, and tilted at their hardest against each
other, so that both knights and horses fell to the earth. But Sir
Marhaus' spear smote Sir Tristram a great wound in the side. Then,
springing up from their horses, they lashed together with their swords
like two wild boars. And when they had stricken together a great while
they left off strokes and lunged at one another's breasts and visors;
but seeing this availed not they hurtled together again to bear each
other down.
Thus fought they more than half the day, till both were sorely spent and
blood ran from them to the ground on every side. But by this time Sir
Tristram remained fresher than Sir Marhaus and better winded, and with a
mighty stroke he smote him such a buffet as cut through his helm into
his brain-pan, and there his sword stuck in so fast that thrice Sir
Tristram pulled ere he could get it from his head. Then fell Sir Marhaus
down upon his knees, and the edge of Sir Tristram's sword broke off into
his brain-pan. And suddenly when he seemed dead, Sir Marhaus rose and
threw his sword and shield away from him and ran and fled into his ship.
And Tristram cried out after him, "Aha! Sir knight of the Round Table,
dost thou withdraw thee from so young a knight? it is a shame to thee
and all thy kin; I would rather have been hewn into a hundred pieces
than have fled from thee."
But Sir Marhaus answered nothing, and sorely groaning fled away.
"Farewell, Sir knight, farewell," laughed Tristram, whose own voice now
was hoarse and faint with loss of blood; "I have thy sword and shield in
my safe keeping, and will wear them in all places where I ride on my
adventures, and before King Arthur and the Table Round."
Then was Sir Marhaus taken back to Ireland by his company; and as soon
as he arrived his wounds were searched, and when they searched his head
they found therein a piece of Tristram's sword; but all the skill of
surgeons was in vain to move it out. So anon Sir Marhaus died.
But the queen, his sister, took the piece of sword-blade and put it
safely by, for she thought that some day it might help her to revenge
her brother's death.
Meanwhile, Sir Tristram, being sorely wounded, sat down softly on a
little mound and bled passing fast; and in that evil case was found anon
by Governale and King Mark's knights. Then they gently took him up and
brought him in a barge back to the land, and lifted him into a bed
within the castle, and had his wounds dressed carefully.
But for a great while he lay sick, and was likely to have died of the
first stroke Sir Marhaus had given him with the spear, for the point of
it was poisoned. And, though the wisest surgeons and leeches--both men
and women--came from every part, yet could he be by no means cured. At
last came a wise lady, and said plainly that Sir Tristram never should
be healed, until he went and stayed in that same country when the poison
came. When this was understood, the king sent Sir Tristram in a fair and
goodly ship to Ireland, and by fortune he arrived fast by a castle where
the king and queen were. And as the ship was being anchored, he sat upon
his bed and harped a merry lay, and made so sweet a music as was never
equaled.
When the king heard that the sweet harper was a wounded knight, he sent
for him, and asked his name. "I am of the country of Lyonesse," he
answered, "and my name is Tramtrist;" for he dared not tell his true
name lest the vengeance of the queen should fall upon him for her
brother's death.
"Well," said King Anguish, "thou art right welcome here, and shalt have
all the help this land can give thee; but be not anxious if I am at
times cast down and sad, for but lately in Cornwall the best knight in
the world, fighting for my cause, was slain; his name was Sir Marhaus, a
knight of King Arthur's Round Table." And then he told Sir Tristram all
the story of Sir Marhaus' battle, and Sir Tristram made pretense of
great surprise and sorrow, though he knew all far better than the king
himself.
Then was he put in charge of the king's daughter, La Belle Isault, to be
healed of his wound, and she was as fair and noble a lady as men's eyes
might see. And so marvelously was she skilled in medicine, that in a few
days she fully cured him; and in return Sir Tramtrist taught her the
harp; so, before long, they two began to love each other greatly.
But at that time a heathen knight, Sir Palomedes, was in Ireland, and
much cherished by the king and queen. He also loved mightily La Belle
Isault, and never wearied of making her great gifts, and seeking for her
favor, and was ready even to be christened for her sake. Sir Tramtrist
therefore hated him out of measure, and Sir Palomedes was full of rage
and envy against Tramtrist.
And so it befell that King Anguish proclaimed a great tournament to be
held, the prize whereof should be a lady called the Lady of the Launds,
of near kindred to the king: and her the winner of the tournament should
wed in three days afterwards, and possess all her lands. When La Belle
Isault told Sir Tramtrist of this tournament, he said, "Fair lady! I am
yet a feeble knight, and but for thee had been a dead man now: what
wouldest thou I should do? Thou knowest well I may not joust."
"Ah, Tramtrist," said she, "why wilt thou not fight in this tournament?
Sir Palomedes will be there, and will do his mightiest; and therefore be
thou there, I pray thee, or else he will be winner of the prize."
"Madam," said Tramtrist, "I will go, and for thy sake will do my best;
but let me go unknown to all men; and do thou, I pray thee, keep my
counsel, and help me to a disguise."
So on the day of jousting came Sir Palomedes, with a black shield, and
overthrew many knights. And all the people wondered at his prowess; for
on the first day he put to the worse Sir Gawain, Sir Gaheris, Sir
Agravaine, Sir Key, and many more from far and near. And on the morrow
he was conqueror again, and overthrew the king with a hundred knights
and the King of Scotland. But presently Sir Tramtrist rode up to the
lists, having been let out at a privy postern of the castle, where none
could see. La Belle Isault had dressed him in white armor and given him
a white horse and shield, and so he came suddenly into the field as it
had been a bright angel.
As soon as Sir Palomedes saw him he ran at him with a great spear in
rest, but Sir Tramtrist was ready, and at the first encounter hurled him
to the ground. Then there arose a great cry that the knight with the
black shield was overthrown. And Palomedes, sorely hurt and shamed,
sought out a secret way and would have left the field; but Tramtrist
watched him, and rode after him, and bade him stay, for he had not yet
done with him. Then did Sir Palomedes turn with fury, and lash at Sir
Tramtrist with his sword; but at the first stroke Sir Tramtrist smote
him to the earth, and cried, "Do now all my commands, or take thy
death." Then he yielded to Sir Tristram's mercy, and promised to forsake
La Belle Isault, and for twelve months to wear no arms or armor. And
rising up, he cut his armor off him into shreds with rage and madness,
and turned and left the field: and Sir Tramtrist also left the lists,
and rode back to the castle through the postern gate.
Then was Sir Tramtrist long cherished by the King and Queen of Ireland,
and ever with La Belle Isault. But on a certain day, while he was
bathing, came the queen with La Belle Isault by chance into his chamber,
and saw his sword lie naked on the bed: anon she drew it from the
scabbard and looked at it a long while, and both thought it a passing
fair sword; but within a foot and a half of the end there was a great
piece broken out, and while the queen was looking at the gap, she
suddenly remembered the piece of sword-blade that was found in the
brain-pan of her brother Sir Marhaus.
Therewith she turned and cried, "By my faith, this is the felon knight
who slew thy uncle!" And running to her chamber she sought in her casket
for the piece of iron from Sir Marhaus' head and brought it back, and
fitted it in Tristram's sword; and surely did it fit therein as closely
as it had been but yesterday broke out.
Then the queen caught the sword up fiercely in her hand, and ran into
the room where Sir Tristram was yet in his bath, and making straight for
him, had run him through the body, had not his squire, Sir Hebes, got
her in his arms, and pulled the sword away from her.
Then ran she to the king, and fell upon her knees before him, saying,
"Lord and husband, thou hast here in thy house that felon knight who
slew my brother Marhaus!"
"Who is it?" said the king.
"It is Sir Tramtrist!" said she, "whom Isault hath healed."
"Alas!" replied the king, "I am full grieved thereat, for he is a good
knight as ever I have seen in any field; but I charge thee leave thou
him, and let me deal with him."
Then the king went to Sir Tramtrist's chamber and found him all armed
and ready to mount his horse, and said to him, "Sir Tramtrist, it is not
to prove me against thee I come, for it were shameful of thy host to
seek thy life. Depart in peace, but tell me first thy name, and whether
thou slewest my brother, Sir Marhaus."
Then Sir Tristram told him all the truth, and how he had hid his name,
to be unknown in Ireland; and when he had ended, the king declared he
held him in no blame. "Howbeit, I cannot for mine honor's sake retain
thee at this court, for so I should displease my barons, and my wife,
and all her kin."
"Sir," said Sir Tristram, "I thank thee for the goodness thou hast shown
me here, and for the great goodness my lady, thy daughter, hath shown
me; and it may chance to be more for thy advantage if I live than if I
die; for wheresoever I may be, I shall ever seek thy service, and shall
be my lady thy daughter's servant in all places, and her knight in right
and wrong, and shall never fail to do for her as much as knight can do."
Then Sir Tristram went to La Belle Isault, and took his leave of her. "O
gentle knight," said she, "full of grief am I at your departing, for
never yet I saw a man to love so well."
"Madam," said he, "I promise faithfully that all my life I shall be your
knight."
Then Sir Tristram gave her a ring, and she gave him another, and after
that he left her, weeping and lamenting, and went among the barons, and
openly took his leave of them all, saying, "Fair lords, it so befalleth
that I now must depart hence; therefore, if there be any here whom I
have offended or who is grieved with me, let him now say it, and before
I go I will amend it to the utmost of my power. And if there be but one
who would speak shame of me behind my back, let him say it now or never,
and here is my body to prove it on--body against body."
And all stood still and said no word, though some there were of the
queen's kindred who would have assailed him had they dared.
So Sir Tristram departed from Ireland and took the sea and came with a
fair wind to Tintagil. And when the news came to King Mark that Sir
Tristram was returned, healed of his wound, he was passing glad, and so
were all his barons. And when he had visited the king his uncle, he rode
to his father, King Meliodas, and there had all the heartiest welcome
that could be made him. And both the king and queen gave largely to him
of their lands and goods.
Anon he came again to King Mark's court, and there lived in great joy
and pleasure, till within a while the king grew jealous of his fame, and
of the love and favor shown him by all damsels. And as long as King Mark
lived, he never after loved Sir Tristram, though there was much fair
speech between them.
Then it befell upon a certain day that the good knight Sir Bleoberis de
Ganis, brother to Sir Blamor de Ganis, and nigh cousin to Sir Lancelot
of the Lake, came to King Mark's court and asked of him a favor. And
though the king marveled, seeing he was a man of great renown, and a
knight of the Round Table, he granted him all his asking. Then said Sir
Bleoberis, "I will have the fairest lady in your court, at my own
choosing."
"I may not say thee nay," replied the king; "choose therefore, but take
all the issues of thy choice."
So when he had looked around, he chose the wife of Earl Segwarides, and
took her by the hand, and set her upon horseback behind his squire, and
rode forth on his way.
Presently thereafter came in the earl, and rode out straightway after
him in rage. But all the ladies cried out shame upon Sir Tristram that
he had not gone, and one rebuked him foully and called him coward
knight, that he would stand and see a lady forced away from his uncle's
court. But Sir Tristram answered her, "Fair lady, it is not my place to
take part in this quarrel while her lord and husband is here to do it.
Had he not been at this court, peradventure I had been her champion. And
if it so befall that he speed ill, then may it happen that I speak with
that foul knight before he pass out of this realm."
Anon ran in one of Sir Segwarides' squires, and told that his master was
sore wounded, and at the point of death. When Sir Tristram heard that,
he was soon armed and on his horse, and Governale, his servant, followed
him with shield and spear.
And as he rode, he met his cousin Sir Andret, who had been commanded by
King Mark to bring home to him two knights of King Arthur's court who
roamed the country thereabouts seeking adventures.