"Betide me life, betide me death," cried the king, "this fray must end here. Now that I see him yonder alone, he shall never escape my hands.
One or both of us shall die."
"Then G.o.d speed the just cause," said Bevidere.
With no word more Arthur took his spear in both hands, and ran furiously at Mordred, crying,--
"Traitor, now has thy day of death come!"
When Mordred heard him, he raised his dripping sword and ran to meet the king. Thus they met in mid-field, and King Arthur smote Mordred under the shield, the spear piercing his body more than a fathom.
Mordred felt that he had his death-wound, but with a last impulse of fury in his felon soul he thrust himself, with all his strength, up to the bur of King Arthur"s spear. Then wielding his sword with both hands, he struck the king so dread a blow on the side of the head that the trenchant blade cut through the helmet and deep into the skull.
With this last and fatal stroke Mordred fell stark dead to the ground.
And Arthur sank in a swoon to the earth, where he lay like one dead.
Thus sadly and direfully ended that dreadful war, with which came to a close the flower of the days of chivalry, and the glorious and never-to-be equalled fellowship of the Round Table, with all the mighty deeds of prowess and marvels of adventure that to it belonged. For of those n.o.ble knights, except Sir Lancelot and his kindred, only two lived, Sir Lucan the butler, and Sir Bevidere his brother, and of these two Sir Lucan was wounded unto death; and with them the ill.u.s.trious King Arthur, whose chivalrous soul had so long sustained this n.o.ble order of knighthood, lay bleeding piteously upon that direful field of blood.
Sir Lucan and Bevidere, with bitter tears of sorrow, lifted their helpless king between them, and with great labor led him from that place of slaughter till they reached a small chapel near the sea-sh.o.r.e. Here, as the night drew on, the sound of many voices came to them, as if the dead had risen and were astir on the blood-stained field.
"What noise is this, Sir Lucan?" said the king. "Go, gentle friend, and tell me what it means."
Lucan went, and by the moonlight saw a throng of pillagers, who robbed the dead bodies of money and jewels, killing for their riches those knights who were not quite dead. When he brought this news back to Arthur, the king"s sad heart came near to breaking.
"Alas! Lancelot," he said, "how have I missed you this day. Alas! that I ever turned against you, for had you been here this fatal end could never have been, nor those n.o.ble warriors left to be the prey of the wolves and jackals of the battle-field. Sorely have I erred and sadly have I been repaid for my error. But now, alas, it is too late for regret or amendment, for the fellowship of the Round Table is at an end, and Arthur the king shall reign no more."
CHAPTER VI.
THE Pa.s.sING OF ARTHUR.
When morning dawned, after that day of fate, Lucan and Bevidere took up the king between them, and sought to bear him to the sea-sh.o.r.e, as he bade them do. But in the lifting the king swooned, and Lucan fell prostrate, the blood gushing anew from his wound.
Arthur lay long like one dead, and when he came to himself again he saw Lucan lifeless at his feet, with foam upon his lips, and the ground around him deeply stained with his blood.
"Alas! this is a heavy sight to see," he said. "He sought to help me when he stood most in need of help. He would not complain though his heart broke, and has given his life for mine. May Jesus have mercy on his soul."
Bevidere stood beside him, weeping bitterly for the death of his brother.
"Weep and mourn no more," said the king. "It will not now avail. Could I live, the death of Sir Lucan would grieve me evermore. But my time goeth fast, and there is that to do for which but few moments remain."
Then he closed his eyes for a time, like one who sees visions; and when he looked again there was that in his face which Bevidere could not fathom and his eyes were deep with meaning unrevealed.
"Now, my lord Bevidere," said the king, "the end is at hand. Take thou my good sword Excalibur, and go with it to yonder water-side. When thou comest there, I charge thee throw it as far as thou canst into the water; then come again and tell me what thing thou seest."
"Trust me, my lord and king, your command shall be obeyed," said Bevidere.
So he took the sword and departed to the water-side. But as his eyes fell upon the n.o.ble weapon, whose pommel and haft were all of precious stones, a feeling of greed came upon him and he said to himself,--
"If I throw this rich sword into the water, no good can come of it, but only harm and loss. Had I not better keep it for myself?"
Moved by this thought, he hid Excalibur under a tree, and returned to the king, whom he told that he had thrown the sword into the water.
"What saw you there?" asked the king.
"Sir, I saw nothing but the rippling waves."
"Then you speak untruly," said the king. "You have not thrown the sword as I bade you. Go again, and obey my command, as you are to me dear and true. Spare not, but throw it in afar."
Bevidere thereupon went again, and took the sword in his hand. But the rich jewels so glittered in the sun that his greed came back more strongly than before, and he deemed it a sin to throw into the sea that n.o.ble blade. So he hid the sword again, and returned to the king with his former tale.
"What sawest thou there?" asked the king.
"Sir, I saw nothing but the waves that broke on the beach, and heard only the roar of the surf."
"Ah, traitor! false and untrue art thou!" cried the king. "Thou hast betrayed me twice. Who would have thought that thou, whom I held dear, and who art named a n.o.ble knight, would betray his king for the jewels of a sword? Go again, for thy long delay puts me in a great jeopardy of my life. If now you do not as I have bidden, beware of me hereafter, for dead or alive I will have revenge upon you. Would you, Sir Bevidere, for a shining blade, bring death and ruin to your king?"
Then Bevidere, heart-full of shame, hastened away, and took the sword, turning his eyes manfully away from its jewelled hilt. Binding the girdle around it, with all the might of his arm he hurled the blade far out over the waves.
Then came a marvel. For as he followed the sword with his eyes, he saw a hand and arm rise above the waves to meet the blade. The hand caught it by the hilt, and brandished it thrice in the air, and then vanished with it into the water.
Bevidere, much wondering, hurried back to the king, and told him what he had seen.
"Now, Sir Bevidere, you have done as I bade you," said Arthur. "But much precious time have you lost. Help me hence, in G.o.d"s name, for I fear that I have tarried over-long."
Then Bevidere took the king on his back and bore him to the water-side, and lo! there he saw another strange thing.
For close by the sh.o.r.e lay a little barge, which he had not seen before, and in it sat many fair ladies, among whom were three queens, who wore black hoods, and wept with bitter sorrow when they saw King Arthur.
"Now help me into the barge," said the king.
This Sir Bevidere did as gently as he could. And the three queens received the dying monarch with deep mourning, and had him laid between them, with his head on the lap of her who sat in the centre.
"Alas! dear brother, why have you tarried so long from me?" said this queen. "Much harm I fear from this sad wound."
And so they rowed from the land, while Bevidere stood on the sh.o.r.e sadly watching the barge go from him.
"Ah, my lord Arthur," he cried, "what shall become of me, now that you go from me and leave me here alone among my enemies?"
"Comfort thyself," said the king, "and do what thou mayest, for in me can no man henceforth put his trust. I go into the vale of Avilion, to a happy summer island far over the sea, where I shall be healed of my grievous wound. But when I shall come again no voice may tell. Mayhap I shall never come, but dwell forever in that sunny vale. If you never hear more of me, pray for my soul."
Then again the queens and the ladies wept and moaned, and the barge moved swiftly over the long waves and afar to sea, while Bevidere stood and watched it till it became a black speck on the waters. Then it vanished and was seen no more, and the lonely watcher cast himself upon the beach, weeping like one who has lost all life"s happiness.
But when night came near he turned and went wearily away, heavy with the weight of death that lay upon his soul, for he alone remained of yesterday"s mighty hosts. All that night he journeyed through a great forest, and in the morning he found himself between two h.o.a.ry cliffs, with a chapel and a hermitage in the glen that lay between.
In this hermitage he found the holy man who had been archbishop of Canterbury, and who had come hither to escape Mordred"s rage. With him Bevidere stayed till he was cured of his wounds, and afterwards he put on poor clothes, and served the hermit full lowly in fasting and prayers.