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Who called him the false son of Gorlois：
For there was no man knew from whence he came；
But after tempest； when the long wave broke
All down the thundering shores of Bude and Bos；
There came a day as still as heaven； and then
They found a naked child upon the sands
Of dark Tintagil by the Cornish sea；
And that was Arthur； and they fostered him
Till he by miracle was approven King：
And that his grave should be a mystery
From all men； like his birth； and could he find
A woman in her womanhood as great
As he was in his manhood； then； he sang；
The twain together well might change the world。
But even in the middle of his song
He faltered； and his hand fell from the harp；
And pale he turned； and reeled； and would have fallen；
But that they stayed him up； nor would he tell
His vision； but what doubt that he foresaw
This evil work of Lancelot and the Queen？'
Then thought the Queen； 'Lo！ they have set her on；
Our simple…seeming Abbess and her nuns；
To play upon me；' and bowed her head nor spake。
Whereat the novice crying； with clasped hands；
Shame on her own garrulity garrulously；
Said the good nuns would check her gadding tongue
Full often； 'and； sweet lady； if I seem
To vex an ear too sad to listen to me；
Unmannerly； with prattling and the tales
Which my good father told me； check me too
Nor let me shame my father's memory； one
Of noblest manners； though himself would say
Sir Lancelot had the noblest； and he died；
Killed in a tilt； come next； five summers back；
And left me； but of others who remain；
And of the two first…famed for courtesy
And pray you check me if I ask amiss…
But pray you； which had noblest； while you moved
Among them； Lancelot or our lord the King？'
Then the pale Queen looked up and answered her；
'Sir Lancelot； as became a noble knight；
Was gracious to all ladies； and the same
In open battle or the tilting…field
Forbore his own advantage； and the King
In open battle or the tilting…field
Forbore his own advantage； and these two
Were the most nobly…mannered men of all；
For manners are not idle； but the fruit
Of loyal nature； and of noble mind。'
'Yea；' said the maid； 'be manners such fair fruit？'
Then Lancelot's needs must be a thousand…fold
Less noble； being； as all rumour runs；
The most disloyal friend in all the world。'
To which a mournful answer made the Queen：
'O closed about by narrowing nunnery…walls；
What knowest thou of the world； and all its lights
And shadows； all the wealth and all the woe？
If ever Lancelot； that most noble knight；
Were for one hour less noble than himself；
Pray for him that he scape the doom of fire；
And weep for her that drew him to his doom。'
'Yea；' said the little novice； 'I pray for both；
But I should all as soon believe that his；
Sir Lancelot's； were as noble as the King's；
As I could think； sweet lady； yours would be
Such as they are； were you the sinful Queen。'
So she； like many another babbler； hurt
Whom she would soothe； and harmed where she would heal；
For here a sudden flush of wrathful heat
Fired all the pale face of the Queen； who cried；
'Such as thou art be never maiden more
For ever！ thou their tool； set on to plague
And play upon； and harry me； petty spy
And traitress。' When that storm of anger brake
From Guinevere； aghast the maiden rose；
White as her veil； and stood before the Queen
As tremulously as foam upon the beach
Stands in a wind； ready to break and fly；
And when the Queen had added 'Get thee hence；'
Fled frighted。 Then that other left alone
Sighed； and began to gather heart again；
Saying in herself； 'The simple； fearful child
Meant nothing； but my own too…fearful guilt；
Simpler than any child； betrays itself。
But help me； heaven； for surely I repent。
For what is true repentance but in thought
Not even in inmost thought to think again
The sins that made the past so pleasant to us：
And I have sworn never to see him more；
To see him more。'
And even in saying this；
Her memory from old habit of the mind
Went slipping back upon the golden days
In which she saw him first； when Lancelot came；
Reputed the best knight and goodliest man；
Ambassador； to lead her to his lord
Arthur； and led her forth； and far ahead
Of his and her retinue moving； they；
Rapt in sweet talk or lively； all on love
And sport and tilts and pleasure； （for the time
Was maytime； and as yet no sin was dreamed；）
Rode under groves that looked a paradise
Of blossom； over sheets of hyacinth
That seemed the heavens upbreaking through the earth；
And on from hill to hill； and every day
Beheld at noon in some delicious dale
The silk pavilions of King Arthur raised
For brief repast or afternoon repose
By couriers gone before； and on again；
Till yet once more ere set of sun they saw
The Dragon of the great Pendragonship；
That crowned the state pavilion of the King；
Blaze by the rushing brook or silent well。
But when the Queen immersed in such a trance；
And moving through the past unconsciously；
Came to that point where first she saw the King
Ride toward her from the city； sighed to find
Her journey done； glanced at him； thought him cold；
High； self…contained； and passionless； not like him；
'Not like my Lancelot'while she brooded thus
And grew half…guilty in her thoughts again；
There rode an armed warrior to the doors。
A murmuring whisper through the nunnery ran；
Then on a sudden a cry； 'The King。' She sat
Stiff…stricken； listening； but when armed feet
Through the long gallery from the outer doors
Rang coming； prone from off her seat she fell；
And grovelled with her face against the floor：
There with her milkwhite arms and shadowy hair
She made her face a darkness from the King：
And in the darkness heard his armed feet
Pause by her； then came silence； then a voice；
Monotonous and hollow like a Ghost's
Denouncing judgment； but though changed； the King's：
'Liest thou here so low； the child of one
I honoured； happy； dead before thy shame？
Well is it that no child is born of thee。
The children born of thee are sword and fire；
Red ruin； and the breaking up of laws；
The craft of kindred and the Godless hosts
Of heathen swarming o'er the Northern Sea；
Whom I； while yet Sir Lancelot； my right arm；
The mightiest of my knights； abode with me；
Have everywhere about this land of Christ
In twelve great battles ruining overthrown。
And knowest thou now from whence I comefrom him
From waging bitter war with him： and he；
That did not shun to smite me in worse way；
Had yet that grace of courtesy in him left；
He spared to lift his hand against the King
Who made him knight： but many a knight was slain；
And many more； and all his kith and kin
Clave to him； and abode in his own land。
And many more when Modred raised revolt；
Forgetful of their troth and fealty； clave
To Modred； and a remnant stays with me。
And of this remnant will I leave a part；
True men who love me still； for whom I live；
To guard thee in the wild hour coming on；
Lest but a hair of this low head be harmed。
Fear not： thou shalt be guarded till my death。
Howbeit I know； if ancient prophecies
Have erred not； that I march to meet my doom。
Thou hast not made my life so sweet to me；
That I the King should greatly care to live；
For thou hast spoilt the purpose of my life。
Bear with me for the last time while I show；
Even for thy sake； the sin which thou hast sinned。
For when the Roman left us； and their law
Relaxed its hold upon us； and the ways
Were filled with rapine； here and there a deed
Of prowess done redressed a random wrong。
But I was first of all the kings who drew
The knighthood…errant of this realm and all
The realms together under me； their Head；
In that fair Order of my Table Round；
A glorious company； the flower of men；
To serve as model for the mighty world；
And be the fair beginning of a time。
I made them lay their hands in mine and swear
To reverence the King； as if he were
Their conscience； and their conscience as their King；
To break the heathen and uphold the Christ；
To ride abroad redressing human wrongs；
To speak no slander； no； nor listen to it；
To honour his own word as if his God's；
To lead sweet lives in purest chastity；
To love one maiden only； cleave to her；
And worship her by years of noble deeds；
Until they won her； for indeed I knew
Of no more subtle master under heaven
Than is the maiden passion for a maid；
Not only to keep down the base in man；
But teach high thought； and amiable words
And courtliness； and the desire of fame；
And love of truth； and all that makes a man。
And all this throve before I wedded thee；
Believing； 〃lo mine helpmate； one to feel
My purpose and rejoicing in my joy。〃
Then came thy shameful sin with Lancelot；
Then came the sin of Tristram and Isolt；
Then others； following these my mightiest knights；
And drawing foul ensample from fair names；
Sinned also； till the loathsome opposite
Of all my heart had destined did obtain；
And all through thee！ so that this life of mine
I guard as God's high gift from scathe and wrong；
Not greatly care to lose； but rather think
How sad it were for Arthur； should he live；
To sit once more within his lonely hall；
And miss the wonted n