Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot
In that first war, and had his realm restored
To send his tribute; wherefore Arthur called
“Go thou with him and him and bring it to us,
Lest we should set one truer on his throne.
Man’s word is God in man.”
Who sit near Camelot at a fountain-side,
A mile beneath the forest, challenging
And send them to thee?”
Arthur laughed upon him.
“Old friend, too old to be so young, depart,
Delay not thou for aught, but let them sit,
Until they find a lustier than themselves.”
So these departed. Early, one fair dawn,
The light-winged spirit of his youth returned
On Arthur’s heart; he armed himself and went,
Balin and Balan sitting statuelike,
Brethren, to right and left the spring, that down,
Sang, and the sand danced at the bottom of it.
And on the right of Balin Balin’s horse
Of Balan Balan’s near a poplartree.
“Fair Sirs,” said Arthur, “wherefore sit ye here?”
Balin and Balan answered “For the sake
In Arthur’s court; that also have we proved;
For whatsoever14 knight against us came
Or I or he have easily overthrown15.”
“I too,” said Arthur, “am of Arthur’s hall,
But rather proven in his Paynim wars
And lightly so returned, and no man knew.
Then Balin rose, and Balan, and beside
The carolling water set themselves again,
And spake no word until the shadow turned;
When from the fringe of coppice round them burst
A spangled pursuivant, and crying “Sirs,
Rise, follow! ye be sent for by the King,”
They followed; whom when Arthur seeing asked
“Tell me your names; why sat ye by the well?”
Balin the stillness of a minute broke
Saying “An unmelodious name to thee,
My brother and my better, this man here,
Sent me a three-years’ exile from thine eyes.
I have not lived my life delightsomely:
For I that did that violence to thy thrall,
Saving for Balan: those three kingless years
Have past—were wormwood-bitter to me. King,
Methought that if we sat beside the well,
Against us, thou would’st take me gladlier back,
Than twenty Balins, Balan knight. I have said.
Not so—not all. A man of thine today
Said Arthur “Thou hast ever spoken truth;
Thy too fierce manhood would not let thee lie.
Rise, my true knight. As children learn, be thou
Wiser for falling! walk with me, and move
To music with thine Order and the King.
Thy chair, a grief to all the brethren, stands
Vacant, but thou retake it, mine again!”
Thereafter, when Sir Balin entered hall,
The Lost one Found was greeted as in Heaven
With joy that blazed itself in woodland wealth
Of leaf, and gayest garlandage of flowers,
Along the walls and down the board; they sat,
And cup clashed cup; they drank and some one sang,
Sweet-voiced, a song of welcome, whereupon
Their common shout in chorus, mounting, made
Those banners of twelve battles overhead
Stir, as they stirred of old, when Arthur’s host
Proclaimed him Victor, and the day was won.
Then Balan added to their Order lived
A wealthier life than heretofore with these
And Balin, till their embassage returned.
“Sir King” they brought report “we hardly found,
Of him to whom ye sent us, Pellam, once
Horse against horse; but seeing that thy realm
Took, as in rival heat, to holy things;
Arimathaean Joseph; him who first
Brought the great faith to Britain over seas;
He boasts his life as purer than thine own;
Eats scarce enow to keep his pulse abeat;
Hath pushed aside his faithful wife, nor lets
Lest he should be polluted. This gray King
Rich arks with priceless bones of martyrdom,
Thorns of the crown and shivers of the cross,
And therewithal (for thus he told us) brought
Wherewith the Roman pierced the side of Christ.
He much amazed us; after, when we sought
The tribute, answered ‘I have quite foregone
All matters of this world: Garlon, mine heir,
Of him demand it,’ which this Garlon gave
With much ado, railing at thine and thee.
“But when we left, in those deep woods we found
A knight of thine spear-stricken from behind,
Dead, whom we buried; more than one of us
Cried out on Garlon, but a woodman there
Was once a man, who driven by evil tongues
From all his fellows, lived alone, and came
To learn black magic, and to hate his kind
With such a hate, that when he died, his soul
Became a Fiend, which, as the man in life
Was wounded by blind tongues he saw not whence,
Strikes from behind. This woodman showed the cave
From which he sallies, and wherein he dwelt.
We saw the hoof-print of a horse, no more.”
Then Arthur, “Let who goes before me, see
And villainously! who will hunt for me
This demon of the woods?” Said Balan, “I”!
So claimed the quest and rode away, but first,
Embracing Balin, “Good my brother, hear!
Let not thy moods prevail, when I am gone
Who used to lay them! hold them outer fiends,
Who leap at thee to tear thee; shake them aside,
Dreams ruling when wit sleeps! yea, but to dream
That any of these would wrong thee, wrongs thyself.
Witness their flowery welcome. Bound are they
To speak no evil. Truly save for fears,
My fears for thee, so rich a fellowship
Would make me wholly blest: thou one of them,
Be one indeed: consider them, and all
Their bearing in their common bond of love,
So Balan warned, and went; Balin remained:
Who—for but three brief moons had glanced away
From being knighted till he smote the thrall,
And faded from the presence into years
Of exile—now would strictlier set himself
To learn what Arthur meant by courtesy,
Lancelot, but when he marked his high sweet smile
In passing, and a transitory word
From being smiled at happier in themselves—
Sighed, as a boy lame-born beneath a height,
That glooms his valley, sighs to see the peak
Sun-flushed, or touch at night the northern star;
For one from out his village lately climed
Far seen to left and right; and he himself
Hath hardly scaled with help a hundred feet
Up from the base: so Balin marvelling48 oft
How far beyond him Lancelot seemed to move,
Born with the blood, not learnable, divine,
Beyond my reach. Well had I foughten—well—
In those fierce wars, struck hard—and had I crowned
With my slain self the heaps of whom I slew—
So—better!—But this worship of the Queen,
That honour too wherein she holds him—this,
This was the sunshine that hath given the man
A growth, a name that branches o’er the rest,
So prizes—overprizes—gentleness.
Her likewise would I worship an I might.
I never can be close with her, as he
That brought her hither. Shall I pray the King
To let me bear some token of his Queen
Whereon to gaze, remembering her—forget
My heats and violences? live afresh?
Being so stately-gentle, would she make
My darkness blackness? and with how sweet grace
She greeted my return! Bold will I be—
Some goodly cognizance of Guinevere,
In lieu of this rough beast upon my shield,
And Arthur, when Sir Balin sought him, said
“What wilt thou bear?” Balin was bold, and asked
To bear her own crown-royal upon shield,
Whereat she smiled and turned her to the King,
Who answered “Thou shalt put the crown to use.
The crown is but the shadow of the King,
And this a shadow’s shadow, let him have it,
So this will help him of his violences!”
“No shadow” said Sir Balin “O my Queen,
But light to me! no shadow, O my King,
But golden earnest of a gentler life!”
So Balin bare the crown, and all the knights
Approved him, and the Queen, and all the world
Made music, and he felt his being move
In music with his Order, and the King.
The nightingale, full-toned in middle May,
Hath ever and anon a note so thin
Thus, after some quick burst of sudden wrath,
The music in him seemed to change, and grow
Faint and far-off.
And once he saw the thrall
His passion half had gauntleted to death,
That causer of his banishment55 and shame,
Smile at him, as he deemed, presumptuously56:
His arm half rose to strike again, but fell:
The memory of that cognizance on shield
Weighted it down, but in himself he moaned:
“Too high this mount of Camelot for me:
These high-set courtesies are not for me.
Shall I not rather prove the worse for these?
Into some madness even before the Queen?”
And glancing on the window, when the gloom
That rages in the woodland far below,
So when his moods were darkened, court and King
Shadowed an angry distance: yet he strove
To learn the graces of their Table, fought
Hard with himself, and seemed at length in peace.
Then chanced, one morning, that Sir Balin sat
Close-bowered in that garden nigh the hall.
A walk of roses ran from door to door;
And down that range of roses the great Queen
Came with slow steps, the morning on her face;
And all in shadow from the counter door
Sir Lancelot as to meet her, then at once,
As if he saw not, glanced aside, and paced
The long white walk of lilies toward the bower.
Followed the Queen; Sir Balin heard her “Prince,
Art thou so little loyal to thy Queen,
As pass without good morrow to thy Queen?”
To whom Sir Lancelot with his eyes on earth,
“Fain would I still be loyal to the Queen.”
“Yea so” she said “but so to pass me by—
So loyal scarce is loyal to thyself,
Whom all men rate the king of courtesy.
Let be: ye stand, fair lord, as in a dream.”
Then Lancelot with his hand among the flowers
“Yea—for a dream. Last night methought I saw
In yonder shrine. All round her prest the dark,
And all the light upon her silver face
Flowed from the spiritual lily that she held.
For see, how perfect-pure! As light a flush
“Sweeter to me” she said “this garden rose
Deep-hued and many-folded! sweeter still
The wild-wood hyacinth and the bloom of May.
Prince, we have ridden before among the flowers
In those fair days—not all as cool as these,
Though season-earlier. Art thou sad? or sick?
Our noble King will send thee his own leech—
Sick? or for any matter angered at me?”
Then Lancelot lifted his large eyes; they dwelt
Changed at his gaze: so turning side by side
They past, and Balin started from his bower.
“Queen? subject? but I see not what I see.
Damsel and lover? hear not what I hear.
I suffer from the things before me, know,
A churl, a clown!” and in him gloom on gloom
Deepened: he sharply caught his lance and shield,
But, mad for strange adventure, dashed away.
He took the selfsame track as Balan, saw
The fountain where they sat together, sighed
“Was I not better there with him?” and rode
The skyless woods, but under open blue
Descended, and disjointed it at a blow:
To whom the woodman uttered wonderingly
“Lord, thou couldst lay the Devil of these woods
If arm of flesh could lay him.” Balin cried
To lay that devil would lay the Devil in me.”
“Nay” said the churl, “our devil is a truth,
I saw the flash of him but yestereven.
And some do say that our Sir Garlon too
Hath learned black magic, and to ride unseen.
Look to the cave.” But Balin answered him
Look to thy woodcraft,” and so leaving him,
So marked not on his right a cavern-chasm
Yawn over darkness, where, nor far within,
The whole day died, but, dying, gleamed on rocks
Roof-pendent, sharp; and others from the floor,
Tusklike, arising, made that mouth of night
Whereout the Demon issued up from Hell.
He marked not this, but blind and deaf to all
Save that chained rage, which ever yelpt within,
And tremble, and then the shadow of a spear,
Shot from behind him, ran along the ground.
Sideways he started from the path, and saw,
And vanish in the woods; and followed this,
But all so blind in rage that unawares
He burst his lance against a forest bough,
Dishorsed himself, and rose again, and fled
Far, till the castle of a King, the hall
Of Pellam, lichen-bearded, grayly draped
With streaming grass, appeared, low-built but strong;
The battlement overtopt with ivytods,
Then spake the men of Pellam crying “Lord,
Why wear ye this crown-royal upon shield?”
Said Balin “For the fairest and the best
Of ladies living gave me this to bear.”
So stalled his horse, and strode across the court,
But found the greetings both of knight and King
Faint in the low dark hall of banquet: leaves
Till when at feast Sir Garlon likewise asked
“Why wear ye that crown-royal?” Balin said
“The Queen we worship, Lancelot, I, and all,
As fairest, best and purest, granted me
To bear it!” Such a sound (for Arthur’s knights
Were hated strangers in the hall) as makes
The white swan-mother, sitting, when she hears
“Fairest I grant her: I have seen; but best,
Best, purest? thou from Arthur’s hall, and yet
So simple! hast thou eyes, or if, are these
So far besotted that they fail to see
This fair wife-worship cloaks a secret shame?
Truly, ye men of Arthur be but babes.”
With holy Joseph’s legend, on his right
Stood, all of massiest bronze: one side had sea
And ship and sail and angels blowing on it:
And one was rough with wattling, and the walls
Of that low church he built at Glastonbury.
Through memory of that token on the shield
Relaxed his hold: “I will be gentle” he thought
“And passing gentle” caught his hand away,
Then fiercely to Sir Garlon “Eyes have I
That saw today the shadow of a spear,
Shot from behind me, run along the ground;
Eyes too that long have watched how Lancelot draws
Who, sitting in thine own hall, canst endure
Let be! no more!”
But not the less by night
The scorn of Garlon, poisoning all his rest,
Stung him in dreams. At length, and dim through leaves
Blinkt the white morn, sprays grated, and old boughs
Whined in the wood. He rose, descended, met
The scorner in the castle court, and fain,
But when Sir Garlon uttered mocking-wise;
“What, wear ye still that same crown-scandalous?”
Bloated, and branched; and tearing out of sheath
So thou be shadow, here I make thee ghost,”
Hard upon helm smote him, and the blade flew
Splintering in six, and clinkt upon the stones.
Then Garlon, reeling slowly backward, fell,
And Balin by the banneret of his helm
Dragged him, and struck, but from the castle a cry
Sounded across the court, and—men-at-arms,
A score with pointed lances, making at him—
He dashed the pummel at the foremost face,
Beneath a low door dipt, and made his feet
Wings through a glimmering101 gallery, till he marked
And inward to the wall; he stept behind;
Thence in a moment heard them pass like wolves
Howling; but while he stared about the shrine,
In which he scarce could spy the Christ for Saints,
Beheld before a golden altar lie
The longest lance his eyes had ever seen,
Point-painted red; and seizing thereupon
Leapt in a semicircle, and lit on earth;
Then hand at ear, and harkening from what side
Might echo, ran the counter path, and found
His charger, mounted on him and away.
An arrow whizzed to the right, one to the left,
One overhead; and Pellam’s feeble cry
“Stay, stay him! he defileth heavenly things
With earthly uses”—made him quickly dive
Beneath the boughs, and race through many a mile
Arising wearily at a fallen oak,
Stumbled headlong, and cast him face to ground.
Half-wroth he had not ended, but all glad,
Knightlike, to find his charger yet unlamed,
Sir Balin drew the shield from off his neck,
Stared at the priceless cognizance, and thought
“I have shamed thee so that now thou shamest me,
Thee will I bear no more,” high on a branch
Hung it, and turned aside into the woods,
And there in gloom cast himself all along,
Moaning “My violences, my violences!”
Was dumbed by one from out the hall of Mark,
A damsel-errant, warbling, as she rode
“The fire of Heaven has killed the barren cold,
The new leaf ever pushes off the old.
The fire of Heaven is not the flame of Hell.
Yet in your frosty cells ye feel the fire!
The fire of Heaven is not the flame of Hell.
“The fire of Heaven is on the dusty ways.
The wayside blossoms open to the blaze.
The fire of Heaven is not the flame of Hell.
“The fire of Heaven is lord of all things good,
And starve not thou this fire within thy blood,
But follow Vivien through the fiery flood!
The fire of Heaven is not the flame of Hell!”
Then turning to her Squire “This fire of Heaven,
This old sun-worship, boy, will rise again,
And beat the cross to earth, and break the King
And all his Table.”
Where under one long lane of cloudless air
Before another wood, the royal crown
Sparkled, and swaying upon a restless elm
Drew the vague glance of Vivien, and her Squire;
Amazed were these; “Lo there” she cried—“a crown—
Borne by some high lord-prince of Arthur’s hall,
And there a horse! the rider? where is he?
See, yonder lies one dead within the wood.
Not dead; he stirs!—but sleeping. I will speak.
Hail, royal knight, we break on thy sweet rest,
Not, doubtless, all unearned by noble deeds.
But bounden art thou, if from Arthur’s hall,
Through evil ways: the knight, with whom I rode,
Hath suffered misadventure, and my squire
Hath in him small defence; but thou, Sir Prince,
Arthur the blameless, pure as any maid,
To get me shelter for my maidenhood.
I charge thee by that crown upon thy shield,
And by the great Queen’s name, arise and hence.”
And Balin rose, “Thither no more! nor Prince
Nor knight am I, but one that hath defamed
The cognizance she gave me: here I dwell
Savage among the savage woods, here die—
Die: let the wolves’ black maws ensepulchre
Their brother beast, whose anger was his lord.
O me, that such a name as Guinevere’s,
Which our high Lancelot hath so lifted up,
My violence, and my villainy, come to shame.”
Sighed all as suddenly. Said Balin to her
“Is this thy courtesy—to mock me, ha?
Hence, for I will not with thee.” Again she sighed
When sick at heart, when rather we should weep.
I knew thee wronged. I brake upon thy rest,
And now full loth am I to break thy dream,
Though bitter. Hither, boy—and mark me well.
Dost thou remember at Caerleon once—
A year ago—nay, then I love thee not—
Ay, thou rememberest well—one summer dawn—
By the great tower—Caerleon upon Usk—
Nay, truly we were hidden: this fair lord,
The flower of all their vestal knighthood, knelt
Knelt, and drew down from out his night-black hair
Had wandered from her own King’s golden head,
And lost itself in darkness, till she cried—
I thought the great tower would crash down on both—
‘Rise, my sweet King, and kiss me on the lips,
Thou art my King.’ This lad, whose lightest word
Saw them embrace: he reddens, cannot speak,
So bashful, he! but all the maiden Saints,
The deathless mother-maidenhood of Heaven,
Cry out upon her. Up then, ride with me!
Talk not of shame! thou canst not, an thou would’st,
Do these more shame than these have done themselves.”
She lied with ease; but horror-stricken he,
Remembering that dark bower at Camelot,
Sweet lord, ye do right well to whisper this.
As walls have ears: but thou shalt go with me,
And we will speak at first exceeding low.
Meet is it the good King be not deceived.
See now, I set thee high on vantage ground,
From whence to watch the time, and eagle-like
Stoop at thy will on Lancelot and the Queen.”
She ceased; his evil spirit upon him leapt,
He ground his teeth together, sprang with a yell,
Tore from the branch, and cast on earth, the shield,
Drove his mailed heel athwart the royal crown,
Stampt all into defacement, hurled it from him
Among the forest weeds, and cursed the tale,
(His quest was unaccomplished) heard and thought
Then nearing “Lo! he hath slain some brother-knight,
His loathing of our Order and the Queen.
My quest, meseems, is here. Or devil or man
Guard thou thine head.” Sir Balin spake not word,
But snatched a sudden buckler from the Squire,
Reputed to be red with sinless blood,
Redded at once with sinful, for the point
The hauberk to the flesh; and Balin’s horse
Was wearied to the death, and, when they clashed,
Rolling back upon Balin, crushed the man
Inward, and either fell, and swooned away.
Then to her Squire muttered the damsel “Fools!
This fellow hath wrought some foulness with his Queen:
But thou, Sir Chick, that scarce hast broken shell,
Art yet half-yolk, not even come to down—
Who never sawest Caerleon upon Usk—
And yet hast often pleaded for my love—
See what I see, be thou where I have been,
Or else Sir Chick—dismount and loose their casques
I fain would know what manner of men they be.”
And when the Squire had loosed them, “Goodly!—look!
Dead for one heifer!
Then the gentle Squire
“I hold them happy, so they died for love:
And, Vivien, though ye beat me like your dog,
I too could die, as now I live, for thee.”
“Live on, Sir Boy,” she cried. “I better prize
The living dog than the dead lion: away!
Then leapt her palfrey o’er the fallen oak,
And bounding forward “Leave them to the wolves.”
But when their foreheads felt the cooling air,
Balin first woke, and seeing that true face,
Crawled slowly with low moans to where he lay,
And on his dying brother cast himself
Dying; and he lifted faint eyes; he felt
One near him; all at once they found the world,
And drawing down the dim disastrous145 brow
That o’er him hung, he kissed it, moaned and spake;
“O Balin, Balin, I that fain had died
To save thy life, have brought thee to thy death.
Why had ye not the shield I knew? and why
All that had chanced, and Balan moaned again.
“Brother, I dwelt a day in Pellam’s hall:
And hates thee for the tribute!’ this good knight
Told me, that twice a wanton damsel came,
And sought for Garlon at the castle-gates,
Whom Pellam drove away with holy heat.
I well believe this damsel, and the one
Who stood beside thee even now, the same.
‘She dwells among the woods’ he said ‘and meets
Pure as our own true Mother is our Queen.”
“O brother” answered Balin “woe is me!
Thy curse, and darkened all thy day; and now
The night has come. I scarce can see thee now.
Goodnight! for we shall never bid again
Goodmorrow—Dark my doom was here, and dark
It will be there. I see thee now no more.
I would not mine again should darken thine,
Goodnight, true brother.
Balan answered low
“Goodnight, true brother here! goodmorrow there!
We two were born together, and we die
Closed his death-drowsing eyes, and slept the sleep
With Balin, either locked in either’s arm.
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knights
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knight
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wilt
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beheld
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| n.厄运，劫数；v.注定，命定 | |
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