And he took his sword by the point and put the pommel in the hand of his opponent. But despite this action the king and his knights came on, and made a second attack on the unarmed warrior.
"Let him be," cried Sir Galahad. "I have given him his life, and no man shall harm him."
"Shame is it in you to say so!" cried the king. "Has he not slain your father and mother?"
"For that I cannot blame him greatly. My father held him in prison, and forced him to fight to the death. The custom was a wicked and cruel one, and could have but one end. Long ago, it drove me from my father"s castle, for I could not favor it by any presence."
"It was a sinful custom, truly," said the king.
"So I deem it, and it would be a pity that this brave knight should die in such a cause, for I know no one save Lancelot du Lake who is his equal. Now, fair knight, will you tell me your name?"
"My name is Tristram of Lyonesse, and I am on my way to the court of King Mark of Cornwall, taking to him La Belle Isolde, the daughter of King Anguish of Ireland, whom he desires to wed."
"Then you are welcome to these marches, and all that I demand of you is that you promise to go to Lancelot du Lake, and become his fellow. I shall promise that no such custom shall ever be used in this castle again."
"You will do well," said Tristram. "I would have you know that when I began to fight with you I fancied you were Lancelot. And I promise, as soon as I may, to seek him, for of all the knights in the world I most desire his fellowship."
[Ill.u.s.tration: TRISTRAM AND THE FAIR ISOLDE.]
Soon afterwards Tristram and his fair companion resumed their journey, and in due time reached Cornwall. But as they came near Tintagil their hearts were ready to break, for that magic draught was still in their veins, and they loved each other with a love that was past all telling.
Thoughts came into Tristram"s heart to marry the maiden in despite of custom and his plighted word, and gladly would she have consented thereto. But strong as was his love, his honor was stronger, and Isolde, deeply as she grieved, could not ask him to break his word. And thus for many long miles they journeyed onward side by side in silence, their eyes alone speaking, but they telling a story of love and grief to which they dared not give words, lest their hearts" desire should burst all boundaries of faith and honor, and men"s condemnation come to them both.
So they came with drooping hearts to the court of King Mark, where the king and his barons received them with state and ceremony. Quickly thereafter the wedding took place, for the king looked with eyes of warm approval upon the beautiful maiden, and prepared richly and n.o.bly for the ceremony, at which many n.o.ble knights and lords were present, but from which Tristram withdrew in the deepest anguish, as he could not endure the sight. And so his knightly word was kept, though to keep it almost broke his heart.
CHAPTER V.
THE PERILS OF TRUE LOVE.
The marriage of King Mark with La Belle Isolde was celebrated with rich feasts and royal tournaments, and for many days pleasure ruled supreme at Tintagil Castle, whither n.o.ble guests came and went. Among those who came was Palamides the Saracen, drawn thither by his love of Isolde, which his overthrow by Tristram had not banished from his heart.
Strange events soon followed. Two ladies of Isolde"s train, who envied and hated Dame Bragwaine, laid a plot for her destruction. She was sent into the forest to obtain herbs, and there was met by men sent by her enemies, who bound her hand and foot to a tree, where she remained for three days. By good fortune, at the end of that time, she was found by Palamides, who saved her from death, and took her to a nunnery that she might recover from her pain and exhaustion.
The disappearance of Dame Bragwaine troubled the queen greatly, for she loved her most of all women, and as the days went by and she returned not, the grief of Isolde grew deep. She wandered into the forest, which had been searched in vain for the lost lady, and, plunged in sad thought, seated herself by a woodland spring, where she moaned bitterly for her favorite.
As she sat there Palamides appeared, and, after listening awhile to her sad complaining, said,--
"Queen Isolde, I know well the cause of your grief, and if you will grant the boon I shall ask, I promise to bring you Dame Bragwaine, safe and sound."
The queen was so glad to hear this, that without thought she agreed to grant his wish, thinking more of the lost lady than of what he might demand.
"I trust to your promise," said Palamides. "Remain here half an hour and you shall see her."
"I shall remain," said the queen.
Palamides then rode away, and within the time mentioned returned with the maiden, whom Isolde clasped to her heart with happy tears.
"Now, madam, I have kept my word," said Palamides; "you must keep yours."
"I promised you hastily," answered the queen; "and I warn you now that I will grant you nothing evil; so beware of your asking."
"My boon will keep till I meet you before the king," said Palamides.
"What it is I shall not tell you now."
Then the queen rode home with her maiden, and Palamides followed close after, entering the court while Isolde was telling the king of what had happened.
"Sir king," said the knight, "your lady has told you of the boon she proffered me. The honor of knighthood requires that you shall make her word good."
"Why made you this promise, my lady?" asked the king.
"I did so for grief at the loss of Dame Bragwaine, and for joy to recover her."
"Then what you have hastily proffered you must truly perform. The word of king and queen is not to be lightly spoken or lightly broken."
"What I demand is this," said Palamides, "that you deliver to me your queen, to lead her where I wish and govern her as I will."
At this bold request the king frowned deeply, and anger leaped to his lips. But his word had been pa.s.sed, and the thought came to him that he could trust to Tristram quickly to rescue the queen, and punish this bold adventurer.
"Take her if you will," he cried. "But I tell you this, you will not keep her long, and that you are asking a dangerous gift."
"As for that, I shall dare the risk."
Then he took Isolde by the hand, and led her from the court, and from the presence of the king and his barons, not one of whom moved, though the queen looked round with suppliant eyes. Leading her to his war-horse, he set her behind him on the saddle, and rode proudly away.
No sooner had they gone than the king sent for Tristram, but by despite he was nowhere to be found, for he was in the forest hunting, as was always his custom when not engaged in feats of arms.
"What shall be done?" cried the king. "Can no one find Tristram? My honor will be shamed if the Saracen be not met and overcome."
"I shall follow him, and seek to rescue the queen," said a knight named Lambegus, one of Tristram"s followers.
"I thank you, Sir Lambegus. If I live, I will remember the service."
So Lambegus got to horse and followed Palamides hotly, but to his own sorrow, as it proved, for he was no match for the Saracen, who soon laid him upon the earth wounded nearly to death.
But while the battle went on, Isolde, who had been set upon the earth pending the combat, ran into the forest, and continued to fly till she came to a deep spring, where in her grief she sought to drown herself.
But good fortune brought thither a knight named Sir Adtherp, who had a castle near by. Seeing the despair of the queen, he led her to his castle, and then, learning her story, took upon himself her battle, and rode forth to meet the Saracen.
But he, too, fared badly, for Palamides wounded him severely, and made him tell what he had done with the queen, and where his castle might be found.
Palamides, leaving him bleeding on the ground, rode in all haste to the castle. But as he approached, Isolde saw him from a window, and gave orders that the gate should be shut and the drawbridge raised. When Palamides came up and saw that the castle was closed against him, and entrance denied, he took the saddle and bridle from his horse and put him to pasture, while he seated himself before the gate like a man who cared not what became of him.
Meanwhile, Tristram had returned from the hunt, and when he learned what had happened, he was half beside himself with anger.
"Lambegus is no match for the Saracen," he said. "Would I had been here in his stead. The unchristianed villain shall answer for this outrage if he can be found."