The queen, at this hot accusation, looked appealingly from face to face; but all stood grave and silent, for greatly they suspected her of the crime. Then, seeing that she had not a friend in the room, she burst into a pa.s.sion of tears, and at length fell to the floor in a swoon.
The story of this sad business soon spread through the court, and quickly came to the ears of the king, who hastened to the banqueting hall full of trouble at what he had heard. When Mador saw him, he again bitterly accused the queen of treason,--as murder of all kinds was then called.
"This is a serious affair," said the king, gravely. "I, as a rightful judge, cannot take the matter into my own hands, or I would do battle in this cause myself, for I know well that my wife is wrongly accused. To burn a queen on a hasty accusation of crime is no light matter, though you may deem it so, Sir Mador; and if you demand the combat, fear not but a knight will be found to meet you in the lists."
"My gracious lord," said Mador, "you must hold me excused, for though you are our king, you are a knight also, and held by knightly rules.
Therefore, be not displeased with me, for all the knights here suspect the queen of this crime. What say you, my lords?"
"The dinner was made by the queen," they answered. "She or her servants must be held guilty of the crime."
"I gave this dinner with a good will, and with no thought of evil," said the queen, sadly. "May G.o.d help me as an innocent woman, and visit this murder on the base head of him who committed it. My king and husband, to G.o.d I appeal for right and justice."
"And justice I demand," said Mador, "and require the king to name a day in which this wrong can be righted."
"Be it so, then," said the king. "Fifteen days hence be thou ready armed on horseback in the meadow beside Winchester. If there be a knight there to meet you, then G.o.d speed the right. If none meet you, then my queen must suffer the penalty of the law."
When Arthur and the queen had departed, he asked her how this case befell.
"G.o.d help me if I know," she answered.
"Where is Lancelot?" asked the king. "If he were here, he would do battle for you."
"I know not," she replied. "His kinsmen say he has left the land."
"How cometh it," said the king, "that you cannot keep Lancelot by your side? If he were here your case would be won. Sir Bors will do battle in his place, I am sure. Go seek him and demand his aid."
This the queen did, begging Bors to act as her champion; but he, as one of the knights who had been at the dinner, demurred, and accused her of having driven Lancelot from the country by her scorn and jealousy.
Then she knelt and begged his aid, and the king, coming in, also requested his a.s.sistance, for he was now sure the queen had been unjustly defamed.
"My lord," answered Bors, "it is a great thing you require of me, for if I grant your request I will affront many of my Round Table comrades. Yet for your and Lancelot"s sake I will be the queen"s champion on the day appointed, unless it may happen that a better knight than I come to do battle for her."
"Will you promise me this, on your faith?" asked the king.
"I shall not fail you," said Bors. "If a better knight than I come, the battle shall be his. If not, I will do what I can."
This promise gladdened the king and queen, who thanked Bors heartily, and were filled with hope, for they trusted greatly in this good knight"s prowess and skill.
Bors, however, had other thoughts than they dreamed of, and left the court secretly, riding to the hermitage of Brasias, where he found Lancelot and told him of what had occurred.
"This happens well," said Lancelot. "The queen shall not suffer. Do you make ready for the battle, but tarry and delay, if I am not there, as much as you may, till I arrive. Mador is a hot knight, and will be hasty to battle. Bid him cool his haste."
"Leave that to me," said Bors. "Doubt not that it will go as you wish."
Meanwhile the news spread throughout the court that Bors had taken on himself the queen"s championship. This displeased the most of the knights, for suspicion of the queen was general. On his return many of his fellows accused him hotly of taking on himself a wrongful quarrel.
"Shall we see the queen of our great lord King Arthur brought to shame?"
he demanded. "To whom in the world do we owe more?"
"We love and honor our king as much as you do," they answered. "But we cannot love a destroyer of knights, as Queen Guenever has proved herself."
"Fair sirs," said Bors, "you speak hastily, methinks. At all times, so far as I know, she has been a maintainer, not a destroyer, of knights, and has been free with gifts and open-handed in bounty to all of knightly fame. This you cannot gainsay, nor will I suffer the wife of our n.o.ble king to be shamefully slain. She is not guilty of Sir Patrise"s death, for she never bore him ill will, nor any other at that dinner. It was for good will she invited us there, and I doubt not her innocence will be proved; for howsoever the game goeth, take my word for it, some other than she is guilty of that murder."
This some began to believe, convinced by his words, but others still held their displeasure, believing the queen guilty.
When at length the day that had been fixed for the battle came, there was a great gathering of knights and people in the meadow beside Winchester, where the combat was to take place. But many shuddered when they saw another thing, for an iron stake was erected, and f.a.gots heaped round it, for the burning of the queen should Mador win the fight.
Such, indeed, was the custom of those days. Neither for favor, for love, nor for kindred could any but righteous judgment be given, as well upon a king as upon a knight, upon a queen as upon a poor lady, and death at the stake was the penalty for those convicted of murder.
Now there rode into the lists Sir Mador de la Porte, and took oath before the king that he held the queen to be guilty of the death of Sir Patrise, and would prove it with his body against any one who should say to the contrary.
Sir Bors followed, and made oath as the queen"s champion that he held her guiltless, and would prove it with his body, unless a better knight came to take the battle on him.
"Make ready then," said Mador, "and we shall prove which is in the right, you or I."
"You are a good knight, Sir Mador," said Bors, "but I trust that G.o.d will give this battle to justice, not to prowess."
He continued to talk and to make delay till Mador called out impatiently,--
"It seems to me that we waste time and weather. Either come and do battle at once, or else say nay."
"I am not much given to say nay," answered Bors. "Take your horse and make ready. I shall not tarry long, I promise you."
Then each departed to his tent, and in a little while Mador came into the field with his shield on his shoulder and his spear in his hand. But he waited in vain for Bors.
"Where is your champion?" cried Mador to the king. "Bid him come forth if he dare!"
When this was told to Bors he was ashamed to delay longer, and mounted his horse and rode to his appointed place. But as he did so he saw a knight, mounted on a white horse, and bearing a shield of strange device, emerge from a neighboring wood, and come up at all speed. He continued his course till he came to Sir Bors.
"Be not displeased, fair knight," he said, "if I claim this battle. I have ridden far this day to have it, as I promised you when we spoke last. And for what you have done I thank you."
Then Bors rode to the king and told him that a knight had come who would do battle for the queen and relieve him from the championship.
"What knight is this?" asked the king.
"All I may say is that he covenanted to be here to-day. He has kept his word, and I am discharged."
"How is this?" demanded Arthur. "Sir knight, do you truly desire to do battle for the queen?"
"For that, and that alone, came I hither," answered the knight. "And I beg that there be no delay, for when this battle is ended I must depart in haste on other duties. I hold it a dishonor to all those knights of the Round Table that they can stand and see so n.o.ble a lady and courteous a queen as Queen Guenever rebuked and shamed among them all.
Therefore I stand as her champion."
Then all marvelled what knight this could be, for none suspected him.
But Mador cried impatiently to the king,--
"We lose time here. If this knight, whoever he be, will have ado with me, it is time to end words and begin deeds."
"You are hot, Sir Mador. Take care that your valor be not cooled," said the other.