Concerning Geffray Teste Noire
And if you meet the Canon of Chimay,
As going to Ortaise you well may do,
Greet him from John of Castel Neuf, and say
All that I tell you, for all this is true.
This Geffray Teste Noire was a Gascon thief,
Who, under shadow of the English name,
Pilled all such towns and countries as were lief
To King Charles and St. Denis; thought it blame
If anything escaped him; so my lord,
The Duke of Berry, sent Sir John Bonne Lance,
And other knights1, good players with the sword,
To check this thief, and give the land a chance.
Therefore we set our bastides round the tower
That Geffray held, the strong thief! like a king,
High perch’d upon the rock of Ventadour,
Hopelessly strong by Christ! It was mid3 spring,
When first I joined the little army there
With ten good spears; Auvergne is hot, each day
We sweated armed before the barrier;
Good feats4 of arms were done there often. Eh?
Your brother was slain5 there? I mind me now,
A right good man-at-arms, God pardon him!
I think ’twas Geffray smote6 him on the brow
With some spiked7 axe8, and while he totter’d, dim
About the eyes, the spear of Alleyne Roux
Slipped through his camaille and his throat; well, well!
Alleyne is paid now; your name Alleyne too?
Mary! how strange! but this tale I would tell:
For spite of all our bastides, damned Blackhead
Would ride abroad whene’er he chose to ride,
We could not stop him; many a burgher bled
Dear gold all round his girdle; far and wide
The villaynes dwelt in utter misery9
‘Twixt us and thief Sir Geffray; hauled this way
By Sir Bonne Lance at one time; he gone by,
Down comes this Teste Noire on another day.
And therefore they dig up the stone, grind corn,
Hew10 wood, draw water, yea, they lived, in short,
As I said just now, utterly11 forlorn,
Till this our knave12 and blackhead was out-fought.
So Bonne Lance fretted13, thinking of some trap
Day after day, till on a time he said:
John of Newcastle, if we have good hap14,
We catch our thief in two days. How? I said.
Why, Sir, today he rideth out again,
Hoping to take well certain sumpter mules15
From Carcassonne, going with little train,
Because, forsooth, he thinketh us mere16 fools;
But if we set an ambush17 in some wood,
He is but dead: so, Sir, take thirty spears
To Verville forest, if it seem you good.
Then felt I like the horse in Job, who hears
The dancing trumpet18 sound, and we went forth19;
And my red lion on the spear-head flapped,
As faster than the cool wind we rode north,
Towards the wood of Verville; thus it happed20.
We rode a soft pace on that day, while spies
Got news about Sir Geffray: the red wine
Under the road-side bush was clear; the flies,
The dragon-flies I mind me most, did shine
In brighter arms than ever I put on;
So: Geffray, said our spies, would pass that way
Next day at sundown: then he must be won;
And so we enter’d Verville wood next day,
In the afternoon; through it the highway runs,
‘Twixt copses of green hazel, very thick,
And underneath21, with glimmering22 of suns,
The primroses23 are happy; the dews lick
The soft green moss24: ‘Put cloths about your arms,
Lest they should glitter; surely they will go
In a long thin line, watchful25 for alarms,
With all their carriages of booty; so,
Lay down my pennon in the grass: Lord God.
What have we lying here? will they be cold,
I wonder, being so bare, above the sod,
Instead of under? This was a knight2 too, fold
Lying on fold of ancient rusted26 mail;
No plate at all, gold rowels to the spurs,
And see the quiet gleam of turquoise27 pale
Along the ceinture; but the long time blurs28
Even the tinder of his coat to nought29,
Except these scraps30 of leather; see how white
The skull31 is, loose within the coif! He fought
A good fight, maybe, ere he was slain quite.
No armour32 on the legs too; strange in faith!
A little skeleton for a knight, though: ah!
This one is bigger, truly without scathe33
His enemies escaped not! ribs34 driven out far;
That must have reach’d the heart, I doubt: how now,
What say you, Aldovrand, a woman? why?’
Under the coif a gold wreath on the brow,
Yea, see the hair not gone to powder, lie,
Golden, no doubt, once: yea, and very small,
This for a knight; but for a dame35, my lord,
These loose-hung bones seem shapely still, and tall.
Didst ever see a woman’s bones, my Lord?
Often, God help me! I remember when
I was a simple boy, fifteen years old,
The Jacquerie froze up the blood of men
With their fell deeds, not fit now to be told.
God help again! we enter’d Beauvais town,
Slaying36 them fast, whereto I help’d, mere boy
As I was then; we gentles cut them down,
These burners and defilers, with great joy.
Reason for that, too, in the great church there
These fiends had lit a fire, that soon went out,
The church at Beauvais being so great and fair:
My father, who was by me, gave a shout
Between a beast’s howl and a woman’s scream,
Then, panting, chuckled38 to me: ‘John, look! look!
Count the dames’ skeletons!’ From some bad dream
Like a man just awaked, my father shook;
And I, being faint with smelling the burnt bones,
And very hot with fighting down the street,
And sick of such a life, fell down, with groans39
My head went weakly nodding to my feet.
— An arrow had gone through her tender throat,
And her right wrist was broken; then I saw
The reason why she had on that war-coat,
Their story came out clear without a flaw;
For when he knew that they were being waylaid40,
He threw it over her, yea, hood41 and all;
Whereby he was much hack’d, while they were stay’d
By those their murderers; many an one did fall
Beneath his arm, no doubt, so that he clear’d
Their circle, bore his death-wound out of it;
But as they rode, some archer42 least afear’d
Drew a strong bow, and thereby43 she was hit.
Still as he rode he knew not she was dead,
Thought her but fainted from her broken wrist,
He bound with his great leathern belt: she bled?
Who knows! he bled too, neither was there miss’d
The beating of her heart, his heart beat well
For both of them, till here, within this wood,
He died scarce sorry; easy this to tell;
After these years the flowers forget their blood.
How could it be? never before that day,
However much a soldier I might be,
Could I look on a skeleton and say
I care not for it, shudder44 not: now see,
Over those bones I sat and pored for hours,
And thought, and dream’d, and still I scarce could see
The small white bones that lay upon the flowers,
But evermore I saw the lady; she
With her dear gentle walking leading in,
By a chain of silver twined about her wrists,
Her loving knight, mounted and arm’d to win
Great honour for her, fighting in the lists.
O most pale face, that brings such joy and sorrow
Into men’s hearts (yea, too, so piercing sharp
That joy is, that it marcheth nigh to sorrow
For ever, like an overwinded harp).
Your face must hurt me always: pray you now,
Doth it not hurt you too? seemeth some pain
To hold you always, pain to hold your brow
So smooth, unwrinkled ever; yea again,
Your long eyes where the lids seem like to drop,
Would you not, lady, were they shut fast, feel
Far merrier? there so high they will not stop,
They are most sly to glide46 forth and to steal
Into my heart; I kiss their soft lids there,
And in green gardens scarce can stop my lips
From wandering on your face, but that your hair
Falls down and tangles47 me, back my face slips.
Or say your mouth, I saw you drink red wine
Once at a feast; how slowly it sank in,
As though you fear’d that some wild fate might twine45
Within that cup, and slay37 you for a sin.
And when you talk your lips do arch and move
In such wise that a language new I know
Besides their sound; they quiver, too, with love
When you are standing48 silent; know this, too,
I saw you kissing once, like a curved sword
That bites with all its edge, did your lips lie,
Curled gently, slowly, long time could afford
For caught-up breathings: like a dying sigh
They gather’d up their lines and went away,
And still kept twitching49 with a sort of smile,
As likely to be weeping presently;
Your hands too, how I watch’d them all the while!
Cry out St. Peter now, quoth Aldovrand;
I cried, St. Peter! broke out from the wood
With all my spears; we met them hand to hand,
And shortly slew50 them; natheless, by the rood,
We caught not Blackhead then, or any day;
Months after that he died at last in bed,
From a wound pick’d up at a barrier-fray;
That same year’s end a steel bolt in the head,
And much bad living killed Teste Noire at last;
John Froissart knoweth he is dead by now,
No doubt, but knoweth not this tale just past;
Perchance then you can tell him what I show.
In my new castle, down beside the Eure,
There is a little chapel51 of squared stone,
Painted inside and out; in green nook pure
There did I lay them, every wearied bone;
And over it they lay, with stone-white hands
Clasped fast together, hair made bright with gold;
This Jaques Picard, known through many lands,
Wrought52 cunningly; he’s dead now: I am old.
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