Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat
In hall at old Caerleon, the high doors
Pelleas, and the sweet smell of the fields
Past, and the sunshine came along with him.
All that belongs to knighthood, and I love.”
Such was his cry: for having heard the King
Had let proclaim a tournament—the prize
Full fain had Pelleas for his lady won
The golden circlet, for himself the sword:
And there were those who knew him near the King,
And promised for him: and Arthur made him knight.
But lately come to his inheritance,
Riding at noon, a day or twain before,
Across the forest called of Dean, to find
Caerleon and the King, had felt the sun
Beat like a strong knight on his helm, and reeled
Almost to falling from his horse; but saw
But for a mile all round was open space,
And fern and heath: and slowly Pelleas drew
To a tree, cast himself down; and as he lay
It seemed to Pelleas that the fern without
Burnt as a living fire of emeralds,
So that his eyes were dazzled looking at it.
Then o’er it crost the dimness of a cloud
Floating, and once the shadow of a bird
In special, half-awake he whispered, “Where?
O where? I love thee, though I know thee not.
For fair thou art and pure as Guinevere,
And I will make thee with my spear and sword
As famous—O my Queen, my Guinevere,
For I will be thine Arthur when we meet.”
Suddenly wakened with a sound of talk
And laughter at the limit of the wood,
Strange as to some old prophet might have seemed
Of sunset and sunrise, and all of them
On horses, and the horses richly trapt
Breast-high in that bright line of bracken stood:
And all the damsels talked confusedly,
And one was pointing this way, and one that,
Because the way was lost.
And Pelleas rose,
And loosed his horse, and led him to the light.
There she that seemed the chief among them said,
Youth, we are damsels-errant, and we ride,
There at Caerleon, but have lost our way:
To right? to left? straight forward? back again?
Which? tell us quickly.”
Pelleas gazing thought,
“Is Guinevere herself so beautiful?”
For large her violet eyes looked, and her bloom
And round her limbs, mature in womanhood;
And slender was her hand and small her shape;
And but for those large eyes, the haunts of scorn,
She might have seemed a toy to trifle with,
And pass and care no more. But while he gazed
As though it were the beauty of her soul:
For as the base man, judging of the good,
Puts his own baseness in him by default
Of will and nature, so did Pelleas lend
All the young beauty of his own soul to hers,
Believing her; and when she spake to him,
For out of the waste islands had he come,
Where saving his own sisters he had known
Scarce any but the women of his isles,
Then with a slow smile turned the lady round
And looked upon her people; and as when
The circle widens till it lip the marge,
Spread the slow smile through all her company.
Three knights were thereamong; and they too smiled,
Scorning him; for the lady was Ettarre,
And she was a great lady in her land.
Again she said, “O wild and of the woods,
Knowest thou not the fashion of our speech?
Or have the Heavens but given thee a fair face,
Lacking a tongue?”
“O damsel,” answered he,
“I woke from dreams; and coming out of gloom
Pardon: but will ye to Caerleon? I
Go likewise: shall I lead you to the King?”
“Lead then,” she said; and through the woods they went.
And while they rode, the meaning in his eyes,
His broken utterances33 and bashfulness,
Were all a burthen to her, and in her heart
She muttered, “I have lighted on a fool,
And title, “Queen of Beauty,” in the lists
That peradventure he will fight for me,
And win the circlet: therefore flattered him,
Being so gracious, that he wellnigh deemed
His wish by hers was echoed; and her knights
And all her damsels too were gracious to him,
For she was a great lady.
And when they reached
Taking his hand, “O the strong hand,” she said,
And win me this fine circlet, Pelleas,
That I may love thee?”
Then his helpless heart
Leapt, and he cried, “Ay! wilt thou if I win?”
“Ay, that will I,” she answered, and she laughed,
And straitly nipt the hand, and flung it from her;
Till all her ladies laughed along with her.
“O happy world,” thought Pelleas, “all, meseems,
Are happy; I the happiest of them all.”
Nor slept that night for pleasure in his blood,
And green wood-ways, and eyes among the leaves;
Then being on the morrow knighted, sware
To love one only. And as he came away,
The men who met him rounded on their heels
And wondered after him, because his face
Shone like the countenance41 of a priest of old
Against the flame about a sacrifice
Kindled by fire from heaven: so glad was he.
Then Arthur made vast banquets, and strange knights
From the four winds came in: and each one sat,
Though served with choice from air, land, stream, and sea,
Oft in mid-banquet measuring with his eyes
His neighbour’s make and might: and Pelleas looked
Noble among the noble, for he dreamed
His lady loved him, and he knew himself
Loved of the King: and him his new-made knight
Worshipt, whose lightest whisper moved him more
Than all the ranged reasons of the world.
And this was called “The Tournament of Youth:”
That Pelleas might obtain his lady’s love,
According to her promise, and remain
Lord of the tourney. And Arthur had the jousts
Down in the flat field by the shore of Usk
With faces, and the great tower filled with eyes
There all day long Sir Pelleas kept the field
With honour: so by that strong hand of his
The sword and golden circlet were achieved.
Then rang the shout his lady loved: the heat
Of pride and glory fired her face; her eye
Sparkled; she caught the circlet from his lance,
And there before the people crowned herself:
So for the last time she was gracious to him.
Then at Caerleon for a space—her look
Bright for all others, cloudier on her knight—
O damsel, wearing this unsunny face
To him who won thee glory!” And she said,
My Queen, he had not won.” Whereat the Queen,
As one whose foot is bitten by an ant,
Glanced down upon her, turned and went her way.
But after, when her damsels, and herself,
And those three knights all set their faces home,
Sir Pelleas followed. She that saw him cried,
“Damsels—and yet I should be shamed to say it—
Among yourselves. Would rather that we had
Some rough old knight who knew the worldly way,
And jest with: take him to you, keep him off,
Small matter! let him.” This her damsels heard,
And mindful of her small and cruel hand,
They, closing round him through the journey home,
Acted her hest, and always from her side
Restrained him with all manner of device,
So that he could not come to speech with her.
And when she gained her castle, upsprang the bridge,
And he was left alone in open field.
“These be the ways of ladies,” Pelleas thought,
“To those who love them, trials of our faith.
Yea, let her prove me to the uttermost,
For loyal to the uttermost am I.”
So made his moan; and darkness falling, sought
With morning every day, and, moist or dry,
Full-armed upon his charger all day long
Sat by the walls, and no one opened to him.
Then calling her three knights, she charged them, “Out!
And drive him from the walls.” And out they came
Against him one by one; and these returned,
But still he kept his watch beneath the wall.
Thereon her wrath became a hate; and once,
A week beyond, while walking on the walls
He haunts me—I cannot breathe—besieges me;
Down! strike him! put my hate into your strokes,
And drive him from my walls.” And down they went,
And Pelleas overthrew them one by one;
And from the tower above him cried Ettarre,
He heard her voice;
Then let the strong hand, which had overthrown64
Her minion-knights, by those he overthrew
Be bounden straight, and so they brought him in.
Then when he came before Ettarre, the sight
Of her rich beauty made him at one glance
More bondsman in his heart than in his bonds.
Yet with good cheer he spake, “Behold me, Lady,
And if thou keep me in thy donjon here,
Content am I so that I see thy face
And thou hast given thy promise, and I know
That all these pains are trials of my faith,
And that thyself, when thou hast seen me strained
Yield me thy love and know me for thy knight.”
Then she began to rail so bitterly,
With all her damsels, he was stricken mute;
But when she mocked his vows and the great King,
Lighted on words: “For pity of thine own self,
Peace, Lady, peace: is he not thine and mine?”
“Thou fool,” she said, “I never heard his voice
But longed to break away. Unbind him now,
And thrust him out of doors; for save he be
He will return no more.” And those, her three,
Laughed, and unbound, and thrust him from the gate.
And after this, a week beyond, again
She called them, saying, “There he watches yet,
There like a dog before his master’s door!
Kicked, he returns: do ye not hate him, ye?
Ye know yourselves: how can ye bide at peace,
Are ye but creatures of the board and bed,
No men to strike? Fall on him all at once,
Give ye the slave mine order to be bound,
Bind him as heretofore, and bring him in:
It may be ye shall slay him in his bonds.”
She spake; and at her will they couched their spears,
Three against one: and Gawain passing by,
Low down beneath the shadow of those towers
A villainy, three to one: and through his heart
The fire of honour and all noble deeds
Flashed, and he called, “I strike upon thy side—
The caitiffs!” “Nay,” said Pelleas, “but forbear;
He needs no aid who doth his lady’s will.”
So Gawain, looking at the villainy done,
Forbore, but in his heat and eagerness
Trembled and quivered, as the dog, withheld
A moment from the vermin that he sees
Before him, shivers, ere he springs and kills.
And Pelleas overthrew them, one to three;
And they rose up, and bound, and brought him in.
Then first her anger, leaving Pelleas, burned
Full on her knights in many an evil name
Of craven, weakling, and thrice-beaten hound:
“Yet, take him, ye that scarce are fit to touch,
Far less to bind, your victor, and thrust him out,
And let who will release him from his bonds.
And if he comes again”—there she brake short;
And Pelleas answered, “Lady, for indeed
I loved you and I deemed you beautiful,
Through evil spite: and if ye love me not,
I cannot bear to dream you so forsworn:
Than to be loved again of you—farewell;
And though ye kill my hope, not yet my love,
While thus he spake, she gazed upon the man
Of princely bearing, though in bonds, and thought,
“Why have I pushed him from me? this man loves,
If love there be: yet him I loved not. Why?
I deemed him fool? yea, so? or that in him
A something—was it nobler than myself?
Seemed my reproach? He is not of my kind.
He could not love me, did he know me well.
Nay, let him go—and quickly.” And her knights
Laughed not, but thrust him bounden out of door.
Shaking his hands, as from a lazar’s rag,
“Faith of my body,” he said, “and art thou not—
Yea thou art he, whom late our Arthur made
Knight of his table; yea and he that won
The circlet? wherefore hast thou so defamed
Thy brotherhood81 in me and all the rest,
As let these caitiffs on thee work their will?”
And Pelleas answered, “O, their wills are hers
For whom I won the circlet; and mine, hers,
Thus to be bounden, so to see her face,
Marred though it be with spite and mockery now,
Other than when I found her in the woods;
And though she hath me bounden but in spite,
Let me be bounden, I shall see her face;
Else must I die through mine unhappiness.”
“Why, let my lady bind me if she will,
And let my lady beat me if she will:
These fighting hands of mine—Christ kill me then
But I will slice him handless by the wrist,
Howl as he may. But hold me for your friend:
Come, ye know nothing: here I pledge my troth,
Yea, by the honour of the Table Round,
I will be leal to thee and work thy work,
And tame thy jailing princess to thine hand.
Lend me thine horse and arms, and I will say
To hear the manner of thy fight and fall;
Then, when I come within her counsels, then
From prime to vespers will I chant thy praise
As prowest knight and truest lover, more
Than any have sung thee living, till she long
To have thee back in lusty life again,
Not to be bound, save by white bonds and warm,
Dearer than freedom. Wherefore now thy horse
Give me three days to melt her fancy, and hope
The third night hence will bring thee news of gold.”
Then Pelleas lent his horse and all his arms,
Saving the goodly sword, his prize, and took
Gawain’s, and said, “Betray me not, but help—
Art thou not he whom men call light-of-love?”
“Ay,” said Gawain, “for women be so light.”
Then bounded forward to the castle walls,
And winded it, and that so musically
That all the old echoes hidden in the wall
Rang out like hollow woods at hunting-tide.
Up ran a score of damsels to the tower;
“Avaunt,” they cried, “our lady loves thee not.”
But Gawain lifting up his vizor said,
“Gawain am I, Gawain of Arthur’s court,
And I have slain this Pelleas whom ye hate:
Behold his horse and armour. Open gates,
And I will make you merry.”
And down they ran,
Her damsels, crying to their lady, “Lo!
Pelleas is dead—he told us—he that hath
His horse and armour: will ye let him in?
Sir Gawain—there he waits below the wall,
Blowing his bugle as who should say him nay.”
And so, leave given, straight on through open door
Rode Gawain, whom she greeted courteously91.
“Dead, is it so?” she asked. “Ay, ay,” said he,
“And oft in dying cried upon your name.”
“Pity on him,” she answered, “a good knight,
But never let me bide one hour at peace.”
“Ay,” thought Gawain, “and you be fair enow:
But I to your dead man have given my troth,
So those three days, aimless about the land,
Lost in a doubt, Pelleas wandering
Waited, until the third night brought a moon
With promise of large light on woods and ways.
Hot was the night and silent; but a sound
Of Gawain ever coming, and this lay—
Which Pelleas had heard sung before the Queen,
And seen her sadden listening—vext his heart,
And marred his rest—“A worm within the rose.”
“A rose, but one, none other rose had I,
One rose, a rose that gladdened earth and sky,
One rose, my rose, that sweetened all mine air—
I cared not for the thorns; the thorns were there.
“One rose, a rose to gather by and by,
One rose, a rose, to gather and to wear,
No rose but one—what other rose had I?
One rose, my rose; a rose that will not die,—
He dies who loves it,—if the worm be there.”
This tender rhyme, and evermore the doubt,
“Why lingers Gawain with his golden news?”
So shook him that he could not rest, but rode
Ere midnight to her walls, and bound his horse
Hard by the gates. Wide open were the gates,
And no watch kept; and in through these he past,
And heard but his own steps, and his own heart
Beating, for nothing moved but his own self,
And his own shadow. Then he crost the court,
And spied not any light in hall or bower,
But saw the postern portal also wide
Yawning; and up a slope of garden, all
Of roses white and red, and brambles mixt
And overgrowing them, went on, and found,
Came lightening downward, and so spilt itself
Among the roses, and was lost again.
Above the bushes, gilden-peakt: in one,
Frozen by sweet sleep, four of her damsels lay:
And in the third, the circlet of the jousts
Bound on her brow, were Gawain and Ettarre.
Back, as a hand that pushes through the leaf
To find a nest and feels a snake, he drew:
Back, as a coward slinks from what he fears
Beaten, did Pelleas in an utter shame
Creep with his shadow through the court again,
Fingering at his sword-handle until he stood
There on the castle-bridge once more, and thought,
“I will go back, and slay them where they lie.”
And so went back, and seeing them yet in sleep
Said, “Ye, that so dishallow the holy sleep,
Your sleep is death,” and drew the sword, and thought,
“What! slay a sleeping knight? the King hath bound
And sworn me to this brotherhood;” again,
“Alas that ever a knight should be so false.”
The naked sword athwart their naked throats,
There left it, and them sleeping; and she lay,
The circlet of her tourney round her brows,
And the sword of the tourney across her throat.
And forth he past, and mounting on his horse
Stared at her towers that, larger than themselves
His hands, and maddened with himself and moaned:
“Would they have risen against me in their blood
At the last day? I might have answered them
Even before high God. O towers so strong,
Huge, solid, would that even while I gaze
The crack of earthquake shivering to your base
Split you, and Hell burst up your harlot roofs
Let the fierce east scream through your eyelet-holes,
And whirl the dust of harlots round and round
Let the fox bark, let the wolf yell. Who yells
Here in the still sweet summer night, but I—
I, the poor Pelleas whom she called her fool?
Fool, beast—he, she, or I? myself most fool;
Beast too, as lacking human wit—disgraced,
Dishonoured111 all for trial of true love—
Love?—we be all alike: only the King
For why should I have loved her to my shame?
I loathe her, as I loved her to my shame.
Away—”
He dashed the rowel into his horse,
And bounded forth and vanished through the night.
Then she, that felt the cold touch on her throat,
Awaking knew the sword, and turned herself
To Gawain: “Liar, for thou hast not slain
This Pelleas! here he stood, and might have slain
Me and thyself.” And he that tells the tale
Says that her ever-veering fancy turned
To Pelleas, as the one true knight on earth,
And only lover; and through her love her life
Wasted and pined, desiring him in vain.
But he by wild and way, for half the night,
And over hard and soft, striking the sod
From out the soft, the spark from off the hard,
Rode till the star above the wakening sun,
Beside that tower where Percivale was cowled,
Glanced from the rosy forehead of the dawn.
For so the words were flashed into his heart
He knew not whence or wherefore: “O sweet star,
And there he would have wept, but felt his eyes
Harder and drier than a fountain bed
And lingered talking, and they come no more
Till the sweet heavens have filled it from the heights
Again with living waters in the change
Of seasons: hard his eyes; harder his heart
Seemed; but so weary were his limbs, that he,
Here let me rest and die,” cast himself down,
And gulfed his griefs in inmost sleep; so lay,
Till shaken by a dream, that Gawain fired
The hall of Merlin, and the morning star
Reeled in the smoke, brake into flame, and fell.
He woke, and being ware of some one nigh,
Sent hands upon him, as to tear him, crying,
“False! and I held thee pure as Guinevere.”
But Percivale stood near him and replied,
“Am I but false as Guinevere is pure?
Of our free-spoken Table hast not heard
That Lancelot”—there he checked himself and paused.
Then fared it with Sir Pelleas as with one
Who gets a wound in battle, and the sword
“Is the Queen false?” and Percivale was mute.
“Have any of our Round Table held their vows?”
And Percivale made answer not a word.
“Is the King true?” “The King!” said Percivale.
“Why then let men couple at once with wolves.
What! art thou mad?”
But Pelleas, leaping up,
And fled: small pity upon his horse had he,
Or on himself, or any, and when he met
A cripple, one that held a hand for alms—
That turns its back upon the salt blast, the boy
Went ever streaming by him till the gloom,
That follows on the turning of the world,
Now off it and now on; but when he saw
High up in heaven the hall that Merlin built,
Blackening against the dead-green stripes of even,
Not long thereafter from the city gates
Issued Sir Lancelot riding airily,
Warm with a gracious parting from the Queen,
Peace at his heart, and gazing at a star
And marvelling132 what it was: on whom the boy,
Across the silent seeded meadow-grass
Borne, clashed: and Lancelot, saying, “What name hast thou
That ridest here so blindly and so hard?”
“Yea, but thy name?” “I have many names,” he cried:
“I am wrath and shame and hate and evil fame,
And like a poisonous wind I pass to blast
And blaze the crime of Lancelot and the Queen.”
“First over me,” said Lancelot, “shalt thou pass.”
“Fight therefore,” yelled the youth, and either knight
Drew back a space, and when they closed, at once
The weary steed of Pelleas floundering flung
His rider, who called out from the dark field,
“Thou art as false as Hell: slay me: I have no sword.”
Then Lancelot, “Yea, between thy lips—and sharp;
But here I will disedge it by thy death.”
And Lancelot, with his heel upon the fallen,
Rolling his eyes, a moment stood, then spake:
“Rise, weakling; I am Lancelot; say thy say.”
And Lancelot slowly rode his warhorse back
To Camelot, and Sir Pelleas in brief while
Caught his unbroken limbs from the dark field,
And followed to the city. It chanced that both
Brake into hall together, worn and pale.
Full wonderingly she gazed on Lancelot
So soon returned, and then on Pelleas, him
Who had not greeted her, but cast himself
Down on a bench, hard-breathing. “Have ye fought?”
She asked of Lancelot. “Ay, my Queen,” he said.
“And hast thou overthrown him?” “Ay, my Queen.”
Then she, turning to Pelleas, “O young knight,
Hath the great heart of knighthood in thee failed
So far thou canst not bide, unfrowardly,
A fall from him?” Then, for he answered not,
“Or hast thou other griefs? If I, the Queen,
May help them, loose thy tongue, and let me know.”
But Pelleas lifted up an eye so fierce
Sprang from the door into the dark. The Queen
Looked hard upon her lover, he on her;
And all talk died, as in a grove all song
Then a long silence came upon the hall,
And Modred thought, “The time is hard at hand.”
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