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Vext her with plaintive memories of the child：
So she； delivering it to Arthur； said；
'Take thou the jewels of this dead innocence；
And make them； an thou wilt； a tourney…prize。'
To whom the King； 'Peace to thine eagle…borne
Dead nestling； and this honour after death；
Following thy will！ but； O my Queen； I muse
Why ye not wear on arm； or neck； or zone
Those diamonds that I rescued from the tarn；
And Lancelot won； methought； for thee to wear。'
'Would rather you had let them fall；' she cried；
'Plunge and be lostill…fated as they were；
A bitterness to me！ye look amazed；
Not knowing they were lost as soon as given
Slid from my hands； when I was leaning out
Above the riverthat unhappy child
Past in her barge： but rosier luck will go
With these rich jewels； seeing that they came
Not from the skeleton of a brother…slayer；
But the sweet body of a maiden babe。
Perchancewho knows？the purest of thy knights
May win them for the purest of my maids。'
She ended； and the cry of a great jousts
With trumpet…blowings ran on all the ways
From Camelot in among the faded fields
To furthest towers； and everywhere the knights
Armed for a day of glory before the King。
But on the hither side of that loud morn
Into the hall staggered； his visage ribbed
From ear to ear with dogwhip…weals； his nose
Bridge…broken； one eye out； and one hand off；
And one with shattered fingers dangling lame；
A churl； to whom indignantly the King；
'My churl； for whom Christ died； what evil beast
Hath drawn his claws athwart thy face？ or fiend？
Man was it who marred heaven's image in thee thus？'
Then； sputtering through the hedge of splintered teeth；
Yet strangers to the tongue； and with blunt stump
Pitch…blackened sawing the air； said the maimed churl；
'He took them and he drave them to his tower
Some hold he was a table…knight of thine
A hundred goodly onesthe Red Knight； he
Lord； I was tending swine； and the Red Knight
Brake in upon me and drave them to his tower；
And when I called upon thy name as one
That doest right by gentle and by churl；
Maimed me and mauled； and would outright have slain；
Save that he sware me to a message； saying；
〃Tell thou the King and all his liars； that I
Have founded my Round Table in the North；
And whatsoever his own knights have sworn
My knights have sworn the counter to itand say
My tower is full of harlots； like his court；
But mine are worthier； seeing they profess
To be none other than themselvesand say
My knights are all adulterers like his own；
But mine are truer； seeing they profess
To be none other； and say his hour is come；
The heathen are upon him； his long lance
Broken； and his Excalibur a straw。〃'
Then Arthur turned to Kay the seneschal；
'Take thou my churl； and tend him curiously
Like a king's heir； till all his hurts be whole。
The heathenbut that ever…climbing wave；
Hurled back again so often in empty foam；
Hath lain for years at restand renegades；
Thieves； bandits； leavings of confusion； whom
The wholesome realm is purged of otherwhere；
Friends； through your manhood and your fealty；now
Make their last head like Satan in the North。
My younger knights； new…made； in whom your flower
Waits to be solid fruit of golden deeds；
Move with me toward their quelling； which achieved；
The loneliest ways are safe from shore to shore。
But thou； Sir Lancelot； sitting in my place
Enchaired tomorrow； arbitrate the field；
For wherefore shouldst thou care to mingle with it；
Only to yield my Queen her own again？
Speak； Lancelot； thou art silent： is it well？'
Thereto Sir Lancelot answered； 'It is well：
Yet better if the King abide； and leave
The leading of his younger knights to me。
Else； for the King has willed it； it is well。'
Then Arthur rose and Lancelot followed him；
And while they stood without the doors； the King
Turned to him saying； 'Is it then so well？
Or mine the blame that oft I seem as he
Of whom was written； 〃A sound is in his ears〃？
The foot that loiters； bidden go；the glance
That only seems half…loyal to command；
A manner somewhat fallen from reverence
Or have I dreamed the bearing of our knights
Tells of a manhood ever less and lower？
Or whence the fear lest this my realm； upreared；
By noble deeds at one with noble vows；
From flat confusion and brute violences；
Reel back into the beast； and be no more？'
He spoke； and taking all his younger knights；
Down the slope city rode； and sharply turned
North by the gate。 In her high bower the Queen；
Working a tapestry； lifted up her head；
Watched her lord pass； and knew not that she sighed。
Then ran across her memory the strange rhyme
Of bygone Merlin； 'Where is he who knows？
From the great deep to the great deep he goes。'
But when the morning of a tournament；
By these in earnest those in mockery called
The Tournament of the Dead Innocence；
Brake with a wet wind blowing； Lancelot；
Round whose sick head all night； like birds of prey；
The words of Arthur flying shrieked； arose；
And down a streetway hung with folds of pure
White samite； and by fountains running wine；
Where children sat in white with cups of gold；
Moved to the lists； and there； with slow sad steps
Ascending； filled his double…dragoned chair。
He glanced and saw the stately galleries；
Dame； damsel； each through worship of their Queen
White…robed in honour of the stainless child；
And some with scattered jewels； like a bank
Of maiden snow mingled with sparks of fire。
He looked but once； and vailed his eyes again。
The sudden trumpet sounded as in a dream
To ears but half…awaked； then one low roll
Of Autumn thunder； and the jousts began：
And ever the wind blew； and yellowing leaf
And gloom and gleam； and shower and shorn plume
Went down it。 Sighing weariedly； as one
Who sits and gazes on a faded fire；
When all the goodlier guests are past away；
Sat their great umpire； looking o'er the lists。
He saw the laws that ruled the tournament
Broken； but spake not； once； a knight cast down
Before his throne of arbitration cursed
The dead babe and the follies of the King；
And once the laces of a helmet cracked；
And showed him； like a vermin in its hole；
Modred； a narrow face： anon he heard
The voice that billowed round the barriers roar
An ocean…sounding welcome to one knight；
But newly…entered； taller than the rest；
And armoured all in forest green； whereon
There tript a hundred tiny silver deer；
And wearing but a holly…spray for crest；
With ever…scattering berries； and on shield
A spear； a harp； a bugleTristramlate
From overseas in Brittany returned；
And marriage with a princess of that realm；
Isolt the WhiteSir Tristram of the Woods
Whom Lancelot knew； had held sometime with pain
His own against him； and now yearned to shake
The burthen off his heart in one full shock
With Tristram even to death： his strong hands gript
And dinted the gilt dragons right and left；
Until he groaned for wrathso many of those；
That ware their ladies' colours on the casque；
Drew from before Sir Tristram to the bounds；
And there with gibes and flickering mockeries
Stood； while he muttered； 'Craven crests！ O shame！
What faith have these in whom they sware to love？
The glory of our Round Table is no more。'
So Tristram won； and Lancelot gave； the gems；
Not speaking other word than 'Hast thou won？
Art thou the purest； brother？ See； the hand
Wherewith thou takest this； is red！' to whom
Tristram； half plagued by Lancelot's languorous mood；
Made answer； 'Ay； but wherefore toss me this
Like a dry bone cast to some hungry hound？
Lest be thy fair Queen's fantasy。 Strength of heart
And might of limb； but mainly use and skill；
Are winners in this pastime of our King。
My handbelike the lance hath dript upon it
No blood of mine； I trow； but O chief knight；
Right arm of Arthur in the battlefield；
Great brother； thou nor I have made the world；
Be happy in thy fair Queen as I in mine。'
And Tristram round the gallery made his horse
Caracole； then bowed his homage； bluntly saying；
'Fair damsels； each to him who worships each
Sole Queen of Beauty and of love； behold
This day my Queen of Beauty is not here。'
And most of these were mute； some angered； one
Murmuring； 'All courtesy is dead；' and one；
'The glory of our Round Table is no more。'
Then fell thick rain； plume droopt and mantle clung；
And pettish cries awoke； and the wan day
Went glooming down in wet and weariness：
But under her black brows a swarthy one
Laughed shrilly； crying； 'Praise the patient saints；
Our one white day of Innocence hath past；
Though somewhat draggled at the skirt。 So be it。
The snowdrop only； flowering through the year；
Would make the world as blank as Winter…tide。
Comelet us gladden their sad eyes； our Queen's
And Lancelot's； at this night's solemnity
With all the kindlier colours of the field。'
So dame and damsel glittered at the feast
Variously gay： for he that tells the tale
Likened them； saying； as when an hour of cold
Falls on the mountain in midsummer snows；
And all the purple slopes of mountain flowers
Pass under white； till the warm hour returns
With veer of wind； and all are flowers again；
So dame and damsel cast th