And Ulfius and Brastias answer'd, | To Merlin, to be holden far apart 'Ay." Then Bedivere, the first of all his knights Knighted by Arthur at his crowning, spake For bold in heart and act and word was he, Whenever slander breathed against the king "Sir, there be many rumors on this head: Until his hour should come; because the lords Of that fierce day were as the lords of this, Wild beasts, and surely would have torn the child Piecemeal among them, had they known; for each But sought to rule for his own self and hand, And many hated Uther for the sake For there be those who hate him in their Of Gorloïs. Wherefore Merlin took the hearts, Call him baseborn, and since his ways are sweet, And theirs are bestial, hold him less than man: child, And gave him to Sir Anton, an old knight And ancient friend of Uther; and his wife Nursed the young prince, and rear'd him with her own; And there be those who deem him more And no man knew. And ever since the And dream he dropt from heaven: but my Have foughten like wild beasts among Lot's wife, the Queen of Orkney, Bellicent, Left her and fled, and Uther enter'd in, Moaning and wailing for an heir to rule After him, lest the realm should go to wrack. And that same night, the night of the new year, By reason of the bitterness and grief That vext his mother, all before his time Was Arthur born, and all as soon as born Deliver'd at a secret postern gate themselves, So that the realm has gone to wrack: but now, This year, when Merlin (for his hour had come) Brought Arthur forth, and set him in the hall, Proclaiming, 'Here is Uther's heir, your king,' A hundred voices cried, 'Away with him! And while the people clamor'd for a king, Had Arthur crown'd; but after, the great lords Banded, and so brake out in open war." Then while the king debated with him self If Arthur were the child of shamefulness, Or born the son of Gorloïs, after death, Or Uther's son, and born before his time, Or whether there were truth in anything Said by these three, there came to Cameliard, With Gawain and young Modred, her two sons, Lot's wife, the Queen of Orkney, Belli cent; Whom as he could, not as he would, the king Made feast for, saying, as they satat meat, "A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas Ye come from Arthur's court: think ye | She gave the king his huge cross-hilted this king So few his knights, however brave they be Hath body enow to beat his foemen down?" Ran like a colt, and leapt at all he saw : But Modred laid his ear beside the doors, And there half heard; the same that afterward "But let me tell thee now another tale: For Bleys, our Merlin's master, as they say, Died but of late, and sent his cry to me, Struck for the throne, and striking found To hear him speak before he left his life. his doom. And then the Queen made answer, "What know I ? For dark my mother was in eyes and hair, And dark in hair and eyes am I; and dark Was Gorloïs, yea and dark was Uther too, Wellnigh to blackness; but this king is fair Beyond the race of Britons and of men. Moreover always in my mind I hear A cry from out the dawning of my life, A mother weeping, and I hear her say, 'O that ye had some brother, pretty one, To guard thee on the rough ways of the world.'" "Ay," said the King, "and hear ye such a cry? But when did Arthur chance upon thee first?" "O king!" she cried, "and I will tell thee true : He found me first when yet a little maid: Beaten I had been for a little fault Whereof I was not guilty; and out I ran And flung myself down on a bank of heath, And hated this fair world and all therein, And wept, and wish'd that I were dead; and he I know not whether of himself he came, Or brought by Merlin, who, they say, can walk Unseen at pleasure he was at my side, And spake sweet words, and comforted my heart, And dried my tears, being a child with me. And many a time he came, and evermore As I grew greater grew with me; and sad At times he seem'd, and sad with him was I, Stern too at times, and then I loved him not, But sweet again, and then I loved him well. And now of late I see him less and less, But those first days had golden hours for me, For then I surely thought he would be king. Shrunk like a fairy changeling lay the Dropt to the cove, and watch'd the great sea fall, Wave after wave, each mightier than the last, Till last, a ninth one, gathering half the deep And full of voices, slowly rose and plunged Roaring, and all the wave was in a flame: And down the wave and in the flame was borne A naked babe, and rode to Merlin's feet, Who stoopt and caught the babe, and cried The King! Here is an heir for Uther!' And the fringe Of that great breaker, sweeping up the strand, Lash'd at the wizard as he spake the word, And all at once all round him rose in fire, So that the child and he were clothed in fire. And presently thereafter follow'd calm, Free sky and stars: And this same child,' he said, 'Is he who reigns; nor could I part in peace Till this were told.' And saying this the seer Went thro' the strait and dreadful pass of death, Not ever to be question'd any more Merlin, and ask'd him if these things | And made it thicker; while the phantom were truth The shining dragon and the naked child 66 "Rain, rain, and sun! a rainbow in A young man will be wiser by and by; And truth is this to me, and that to thee; Sun, rain, and sun! and where is he who From the great deep to the great deep he goes.' "So Merlin riddling anger'd me; but thou Fear not to give this king thine only child, Guinevere: so great bards of him will sing Hereafter; and dark sayings from of old Ranging and ringing thro' the minds of men, And echo'd by old folk beside their fires But pass, again to come; and then or now The fair beginners of a nobler time, Stood round him, and rejoicing in his And holy Dubric spread his hands and spake, She spake and King Leodogran rejoiced, Dreaming, a slope of land that ever grew, Now looming, and now lost; and on the The sword rose, the hind fell, the herd was driven, Fire glimpsed; and all the land from In drifts of smoke before a rolling wind, the haze Reign ye, and live and love, and make the world Other, and may thy Queen be one with thee, And all this Order of thy Table Round Fulfil the boundless purpose of their king." Then at the marriage feast came in from Rome, The slowly-fading mistress of the world, Great lords, who claim'd the tribute as of yore. But Arthur spake, "Behold, for these have sworn To fight my wars, and worship me their | Long in their common love rejoiced king; The old order changeth, yielding place THE brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one And as the light of Heaven varies, now To make her beauty vary day by day, Geraint. But when a rumor rose about the Queen, Touching her guilty love for Lancelot, Tho' yet there lived no proof, nor yet was heard The world's loud whisper breaking into storm, Notless Geraint believed it; and there fell A horror on him, lest his gentle wife, Thro' that great tenderness for Guinevere, Had suffer'd, or should suffer any taint In nature wherefore going to the king, He made this pretext, that his princedom lay Close on the borders of a territory, Wherein were bandit earls, and caitiff knights, Assassins, and all fliers from the hand Of Justice, and whatever loathes a law: And therefore, till the king himself should please To cleanse this common sewer of all his realm, He craved a fair permission to depart, And there defend his marches; and the king Mused for a little on his plea, but, last, Allowing it, the Prince and Enid rode, And fifty knights rode with them, to the shores Of Severn, and they past to their own land; Where, thinking, that if ever yet was wife True to her lord, mine shall be so to me, He compass'd her with sweet observances And worship, never leaving her, and grew Forgetful of his promise to the king, Forgetful of the falcon and the hunt, Forgetful of the tilt and tournament, Forgetful of his glory and his name, Forgetful of his princedom and its cares. And this forgetfulness was hateful to her. And by and by the people, when they met In twos and threes, or fuller companies, Began to scoff and jeer and babble of him As of a prince whose manhood was all gone, And molten down in mere uxoriousness. And this she gather'd from the people's eyes: This too the woman who attired her head, To please her, dwelling on his boundless love, |