While they were still at table two knights rode to the pavilions, and entered in full armor.
"Fair sirs," said Tristram, "is this courtesy, to come upon us thus armed at our meal?"
"We come with no ill intent," said one, "but as your friends, Sir Tristram."
"I am come," said the other, "to greet you as a friend and comrade, and my companion is eager to see and welcome La Belle Isolde."
"Then remove your helms, that I may see what guests I have."
"That we do, willingly."
No sooner were their helmets off than Tristram sprang hastily to his feet.
"Madam, arise," he cried; "this is none less than my lord King Arthur; and this my very dear friend Sir Lancelot."
Then the king and queen kissed, and Lancelot and Tristram warmly embraced, while deep joy filled all hearts there. At the request of Isolde the visitors removed their armor and joined them at their meal.
"Many is the day that I have longed to see you," said Arthur to Isolde, "for much praise have I heard of you, and not without warrant. For a n.o.bler match for beauty and valor than you and Sir Tristram the world does not hold."
"We thank you heartily," replied Tristram and Isolde. "Such praise from King Arthur is the highest honor that men"s lips could give."
Then they talked of other things, but mainly of the tournament.
"Why were you against us?" asked Arthur. "You are a Knight of the Round Table, and have fought to-day against your own."
"Here is Dinadan, and your own nephew Gareth. You must blame them for that," said Tristram, smiling.
"You may lay all the blame on my shoulders, if Tristram wishes it," said Gareth.
"Not on mine, then," said Dinadan. "Mine are only broad enough to carry my own sins. It was this unhappy Tristram brought us to the tournament, and I owe to him a whole body full of aches and pains as it is, without taking any of his sins in my sack, to boot."
At this the king and Lancelot laughed heartily, and the more so at the sour grimace with which Dinadan ended.
"What knight was he with the shield of silver that held you so short?"
asked Arthur.
"Here he sits," said Tristram.
"What! was it Palamides?"
"None less than he," said Isolde.
"That was not a courteous action."
"Sir," said Palamides, "Tristram was so disguised that I knew him not."
"That may well be," said Lancelot, "for I knew him no better."
"However it be, we are friends again," said Tristram, "and I hope will continue so."
And so the evening pa.s.sed, till the time came for Arthur and Lancelot to take their leave.
That night Palamides slept not for the pain and envy that burned in his heart. But when his friends entered his chamber in the morning they found him fast asleep, with his cheeks stained with tears.
"Say nothing," said Tristram. "The poor fellow has been deeply wounded by the rebuke that I and Isolde gave him. Lay no heavier load upon his heart."
CHAPTER VII.
THE WOES OF TWO LOVERS.
Early on the third morning of the tournament the knights of Tristram"s party were up and armed, they now being all arrayed in red, as was also Isolde and her maidens. And rare was the show they made as they rode gayly to the priory, where they left Isolde and her maidens to occupy their proper seats. As the knights turned thence towards the field they heard three loud bugle-blasts, and saw the throng of armed knights press eagerly forward, while already from the listed s.p.a.ce came the thunder of hoofs and the cries of combatants.
Into the field they rode, Palamides in advance, and such havoc did he make in the opposing ranks that shouts of approval went up from all the seats. But Tristram now rode forward at the full speed of his great war-horse, hurled Kay the seneschal from his saddle, smote down three other knights with the same spear, and then, drawing his sword, laid about him like a roused giant.
Quickly changed the cry from Palamides. "O Tristram! O Tristram!"
shouted the throng of spectators, and the deeds of this new champion threw those of the former victor into the shade.
Gareth and Dinadan also n.o.bly aided the two champions, rousing the admiration of Arthur and Lancelot by their gallantry, and the four knightly comrades soon cleared a wide s.p.a.ce in the ranks before them.
"Come," said Arthur, "we must to the rescue, or our side will be driven from the field before the day is an hour old. See how the others crowd in on Tristram"s steps, like wolves to the prey."
Then he and Lancelot hastily armed and sought the field, where they quickly fought their way into the thickest press of the tumult.
Tristram, not knowing them, rode upon them and thrust King Arthur from his horse, and when Lancelot rushed to his rescue he was surrounded with such an eager host that he was pulled from his saddle to the ground.
Seeing this, the kings of Ireland and Scotland, with their knights, rushed forward to take Lancelot and Arthur prisoners. But they counted without their host, for the dismounted knights laid about them like angry lions, driving back all who came near them. Of all that pa.s.sed in that hot turmoil it were too much to say. Many a knight there did deeds of great prowess, and Arthur and Lancelot being mounted again, strewed the earth with fallen knights, Lancelot that day unhorsing thirty warriors. Yet the other side held so firmly together that, with all their ardent labor, Arthur and his party were overmatched.
At this juncture, Tristram turned to his companions and said,--
"My good comrades, I begin to fancy that we are to-day on the wrong side. King Arthur"s party is overborne more by numbers than valor, for I must say I never saw so few men do so well. It would be a shame for us, who are Knights of the Round Table, to see our lord Arthur and our good comrade Lancelot dishonored. I am in the humor to change sides, and help our king and liege lord."
"We are with you in that," cried Gareth and Dinadan. "We have been fighting against the grain these three days."
"Do as you will," said Palamides. "I shall not change my hand in the midst of the fray."
"As you will," said Tristram. "You are your own master. Speed well in your way, and we will do our best in ours."
Then he, Gareth, and Dinadan drew out of the press and rode round to Arthur"s side, where they lent such n.o.ble aid that the fortune of the field quickly changed, and the opposing party began to give ground. As for Palamides, King Arthur struck him so fierce a blow that he was hurled from his horse, while Tristram and Lancelot unhorsed all before them. Such havoc did they make, indeed, that the party of the opposing kings was soon in full flight from the field, bearing Palamides, who wept for rage and grief, with them.
Then rarely sounded the trumpets, and loudly shouted the spectators, while the names of Tristram and Lancelot were in every mouth, some voting one the prize, some the other. But neither of these good comrades would have it alone, so that in the end it was divided between them.
When evening drew near, and the knights had all withdrawn to their pavilions, Palamides rode up to that of Sir Tristram, in company with the kings of Wales and Scotland. Here he drew up his horse, praying his companions to wait a while while he spoke to the knight within. Then he cried loudly at the entrance,--
"Where are you, Tristram of Lyonesse?"
"Is that you, Palamides?" answered the knight. "Will you not dismount and join us?"