Chapter LX. The Blue Knight Gathers Men and Departs from Brookside

Wore the days then till the winter came upon them, and though the

season was not hard, yet was there but little coming and going about

the country-side, that is to say for long journeys; but even so the

Blue Knight had his hands full of business in seeing to the gathering

of men and stuff for the hosting of the Barons' League. But when March

was at hand, and the roads were dry, there was no need of further

message to him, and he let it be known to all and several that on the

very first day of the month he would depart before sunrise. And this

he told to the Maiden specially, and by this time she had got to look

upon it as a thing already done, so that the news thereof took not

much from her cheer, which, to say sooth, was but little.

Mighty was the hubbub and toil of their getting ready; but when the

morning was come all was in good order, and the men and their wains

and what not were all drawn up in array down on the little plain

before the bridge, and they looked as if nothing might overthrow them,

so stalwarth they were each man, and so well learned to move as though

they were one. The sun was not yet up ere there came a knock on the

Maiden's door, and she, who was fully clad, and had been looking out

of her window (whence she could see all the array) for a good while,

went to the door and opened, and lo! it was Sir Mark, fully armed save

his head. She put out her hands to him and said: "Thou hast come to

say farewell to me. See, I have saved thee the pain of saying that

word; soon may it be that I shall have to say Welcome back!"

He took her hands and kissed her face many times, and she suffered

him. Then he said: "O my thanks to thee! Yet hearken: If I come not

back at all, when it is known for sure here that I am dead, then I

rede thee make as little delay as thou mayest, but get thee gone at

once, thou and thy nurse, from the pleasant house of Brookside, and go

straight to the house of the Grey Sisters, which thou hast seen from

without many a time, and which lieth betwixt wood and water a seven

miles down the river, and tell them that I have sent you and bid them

to cherish you; then will they see to thy matters in the best way they

know. Much more might I say, and I know that thou wouldst hearken me,

but I must forbear, lest I soften my heart overmuch for this day and

this hour."

Then he turned and went, but came back in a twinkling while she still

stood at the door, and said to her: "I tell thee it needeth but a

little but that I should do off this weed of war and abide at home

while my men wend to battle." Then he turned again and was gone.

But the Maiden went to the window weeping thus to lose her friend, and

the Carline came to her there, and they looked forth, and beheld the

Knight ride down to his men. And then all the array shook and clashed,

as they shouted for joy that their captain was come amongst them; and

there were the two young squires, gay and bright in their broidered

surcoats, and they fell into their places beside the lord, and Roland

bore the wavy banner. Then arose the sun, and Sir Mark drew forth his

sword and waved it aloft, and Roland shook the banner loose and

displayed it in the clear air. The horns blew up, and the whole band

of them got on to the bridge and went their ways toward the place

where the road to the south and the east turned off from the northern

road. Even so departed that glorious piece of ordered might; and when

they were quite gone those two turned away from the window, and the

days which were next to come seemed empty and dull.

But the Maiden told the Carline all that the Blue Knight had said to

her about fleeing straightway to the Grey Sisters if he himself should

fall in the war; and the two looked at each other a while, and each

knew the thoughts which were in the other's heart, and which each left

unspoken; to wit that Sir Mark feared his mother's pride and malice,

what she might do if he were no longer there to refrain it; yea, and

she seeking some outlet to her grief and solace for it in wrath and

cruelty.

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