And he, she dreaded most, bare down upon him.
Aimed at the helm, his lance erred; but Geraint"s, A little in the late encounter strained, Struck through the bulky bandit"s corselet home, And then brake short, and down his enemy rolled, And there lay still; as he that tells the tale Saw once a great piece of a promontory, That had a sapling growing on it, slide From the long sh.o.r.e-cliff"s windy walls to the beach, And there lie still, and yet the sapling grew: So lay the man transfixt. His craven pair Of comrades making slowlier at the Prince, When now they saw their bulwark fallen, stood; On whom the victor, to confound them more, Spurred with his terrible war-cry; for as one, That listens near a torrent mountain-brook, All through the crash of the near cataract hears The drumming thunder of the huger fall At distance, were the soldiers wont to hear His voice in battle, and be kindled by it, And foemen scared, like that false pair who turned Flying, but, overtaken, died the death Themselves had wrought on many an innocent.
Thereon Geraint, dismounting, picked the lance That pleased him best, and drew from those dead wolves Their three gay suits of armour, each from each, And bound them on their horses, each on each, And tied the bridle-reins of all the three Together, and said to her, "Drive them on Before you," and she drove them through the wood.
He followed nearer still: the pain she had To keep them in the wild ways of the wood, Two sets of three laden with jingling arms, Together, served a little to disedge The sharpness of that pain about her heart: And they themselves, like creatures gently born But into bad hands fallen, and now so long By bandits groomed, p.r.i.c.ked their light ears, and felt Her low firm voice and tender government.
So through the green gloom of the wood they past, And issuing under open heavens beheld A little town with towers, upon a rock, And close beneath, a meadow gemlike chased In the brown wild, and mowers mowing in it: And down a rocky pathway from the place There came a fair-haired youth, that in his hand Bare victual for the mowers: and Geraint Had ruth again on Enid looking pale: Then, moving downward to the meadow ground, He, when the fair-haired youth came by him, said, "Friend, let her eat; the damsel is so faint."
"Yea, willingly," replied the youth; "and thou, My lord, eat also, though the fare is coa.r.s.e, And only meet for mowers;" then set down His basket, and dismounting on the sward They let the horses graze, and ate themselves.
And Enid took a little delicately, Less having stomach for it than desire To close with her lord"s pleasure; but Geraint Ate all the mowers" victual unawares, And when he found all empty, was amazed; And "Boy," said he, "I have eaten all, but take A horse and arms for guerdon; choose the best."
He, reddening in extremity of delight, "My lord, you overpay me fifty-fold."
"Ye will be all the wealthier," cried the Prince.
"I take it as free gift, then," said the boy, "Not guerdon; for myself can easily, While your good damsel rests, return, and fetch Fresh victual for these mowers of our Earl; For these are his, and all the field is his, And I myself am his; and I will tell him How great a man thou art: he loves to know When men of mark are in his territory: And he will have thee to his palace here, And serve thee costlier than with mowers" fare."
Then said Geraint, "I wish no better fare: I never ate with angrier appet.i.te Than when I left your mowers dinnerless.
And into no Earl"s palace will I go.
I know, G.o.d knows, too much of palaces!
And if he want me, let him come to me.
But hire us some fair chamber for the night, And stalling for the horses, and return With victual for these men, and let us know."
"Yea, my kind lord," said the glad youth, and went, Held his head high, and thought himself a knight, And up the rocky pathway disappeared, Leading the horse, and they were left alone.
But when the Prince had brought his errant eyes Home from the rock, sideways he let them glance At Enid, where she droopt: his own false doom, That shadow of mistrust should never cross Betwixt them, came upon him, and he sighed; Then with another humorous ruth remarked The l.u.s.ty mowers labouring dinnerless, And watched the sun blaze on the turning scythe, And after nodded sleepily in the heat.
But she, remembering her old ruined hall, And all the windy clamour of the daws About her hollow turret, plucked the gra.s.s There growing longest by the meadow"s edge, And into many a listless annulet, Now over, now beneath her marriage ring, Wove and unwove it, till the boy returned And told them of a chamber, and they went; Where, after saying to her, "If ye will, Call for the woman of the house," to which She answered, "Thanks, my lord;" the two remained Apart by all the chamber"s width, and mute As two creatures voiceless through the fault of birth, Or two wild men supporters of a shield, Painted, who stare at open s.p.a.ce, nor glance The one at other, parted by the shield.
On a sudden, many a voice along the street, And heel against the pavement echoing, burst Their drowse; and either started while the door, Pushed from without, drave backward to the wall, And midmost of a rout of roisterers, Femininely fair and dissolutely pale, Her suitor in old years before Geraint, Entered, the wild lord of the place, Limours.
He moving up with pliant courtliness, Greeted Geraint full face, but stealthily, In the mid-warmth of welcome and graspt hand, Found Enid with the corner of his eye, And knew her sitting sad and solitary.
Then cried Geraint for wine and goodly cheer To feed the sudden guest, and sumptuously According to his fashion, bad the host Call in what men soever were his friends, And feast with these in honour of their Earl; "And care not for the cost; the cost is mine."
And wine and food were brought, and Earl Limours Drank till he jested with all ease, and told Free tales, and took the word and played upon it, And made it of two colours; for his talk, When wine and free companions kindled him, Was wont to glance and sparkle like a gem Of fifty facets; thus he moved the Prince To laughter and his comrades to applause.
Then, when the Prince was merry, asked Limours, "Your leave, my lord, to cross the room, and speak To your good damsel there who sits apart, And seems so lonely?" "My free leave," he said; "Get her to speak: she doth not speak to me."
Then rose Limours, and looking at his feet, Like him who tries the bridge he fears may fail, Crost and came near, lifted adoring eyes, Bowed at her side and uttered whisperingly:
"Enid, the pilot star of my lone life, Enid, my early and my only love, Enid, the loss of whom hath turned me wild-- What chance is this? how is it I see you here?
Ye are in my power at last, are in my power.
Yet fear me not: I call mine own self wild, But keep a touch of sweet civility Here in the heart of waste and wilderness.
I thought, but that your father came between, In former days you saw me favourably.
And if it were so do not keep it back: Make me a little happier: let me know it: Owe you me nothing for a life half-lost?
Yea, yea, the whole dear debt of all you are.
And, Enid, you and he, I see with joy, Ye sit apart, you do not speak to him, You come with no attendance, page or maid, To serve you--doth he love you as of old?
For, call it lovers" quarrels, yet I know Though men may bicker with the things they love, They would not make them laughable in all eyes, Not while they loved them; and your wretched dress, A wretched insult on you, dumbly speaks Your story, that this man loves you no more.
Your beauty is no beauty to him now: A common chance--right well I know it--palled-- For I know men: nor will ye win him back, For the man"s love once gone never returns.
But here is one who loves you as of old; With more exceeding pa.s.sion than of old: Good, speak the word: my followers ring him round: He sits unarmed; I hold a finger up; They understand: nay; I do not mean blood: Nor need ye look so scared at what I say: My malice is no deeper than a moat, No stronger than a wall: there is the keep; He shall not cross us more; speak but the word: Or speak it not; but then by Him that made me The one true lover whom you ever owned, I will make use of all the power I have.
O pardon me! the madness of that hour, When first I parted from thee, moves me yet."
At this the tender sound of his own voice And sweet self-pity, or the fancy of it, Made his eye moist; but Enid feared his eyes, Moist as they were, wine-heated from the feast; And answered with such craft as women use, Guilty or guiltless, to stave off a chance That breaks upon them perilously, and said:
"Earl, if you love me as in former years, And do not practise on me, come with morn, And s.n.a.t.c.h me from him as by violence; Leave me tonight: I am weary to the death."
Low at leave-taking, with his brandished plume Brushing his instep, bowed the all-amorous Earl, And the stout Prince bad him a loud good-night.
He moving homeward babbled to his men, How Enid never loved a man but him, Nor cared a broken egg-sh.e.l.l for her lord.
But Enid left alone with Prince Geraint, Debating his command of silence given, And that she now perforce must violate it, Held commune with herself, and while she held He fell asleep, and Enid had no heart To wake him, but hung o"er him, wholly pleased To find him yet unwounded after fight, And hear him breathing low and equally.
Anon she rose, and stepping lightly, heaped The pieces of his armour in one place, All to be there against a sudden need; Then dozed awhile herself, but overtoiled By that day"s grief and travel, evermore Seemed catching at a rootless thorn, and then Went slipping down horrible precipices, And strongly striking out her limbs awoke; Then thought she heard the wild Earl at the door, With all his rout of random followers, Sound on a dreadful trumpet, summoning her; Which was the red c.o.c.k shouting to the light, As the gray dawn stole o"er the dewy world, And glimmered on his armour in the room.
And once again she rose to look at it, But touched it unawares: jangling, the casque Fell, and he started up and stared at her.
Then breaking his command of silence given, She told him all that Earl Limours had said, Except the pa.s.sage that he loved her not; Nor left untold the craft herself had used; But ended with apology so sweet, Low-spoken, and of so few words, and seemed So justified by that necessity, That though he thought "was it for him she wept In Devon?" he but gave a wrathful groan, Saying, "Your sweet faces make good fellows fools And traitors. Call the host and bid him bring Charger and palfrey." So she glided out Among the heavy breathings of the house, And like a household Spirit at the walls Beat, till she woke the sleepers, and returned: Then tending her rough lord, though all unasked, In silence, did him service as a squire; Till issuing armed he found the host and cried, "Thy reckoning, friend?" and ere he learnt it, "Take Five horses and their armours;" and the host Suddenly honest, answered in amaze, "My lord, I scarce have spent the worth of one!"
"Ye will be all the wealthier," said the Prince, And then to Enid, "Forward! and today I charge you, Enid, more especially, What thing soever ye may hear, or see, Or fancy (though I count it of small use To charge you) that ye speak not but obey."
And Enid answered, "Yea, my lord, I know Your wish, and would obey; but riding first, I hear the violent threats you do not hear, I see the danger which you cannot see: Then not to give you warning, that seems hard; Almost beyond me: yet I would obey."
"Yea so," said he, "do it: be not too wise; Seeing that ye are wedded to a man, Not all mismated with a yawning clown, But one with arms to guard his head and yours, With eyes to find you out however far, And ears to hear you even in his dreams."
With that he turned and looked as keenly at her As careful robins eye the delver"s toil; And that within her, which a wanton fool, Or hasty judger would have called her guilt, Made her cheek burn and either eyelid fall.
And Geraint looked and was not satisfied.
Then forward by a way which, beaten broad, Led from the territory of false Limours To the waste earldom of another earl, Doorm, whom his shaking va.s.sals called the Bull, Went Enid with her sullen follower on.
Once she looked back, and when she saw him ride More near by many a rood than yestermorn, It wellnigh made her cheerful; till Geraint Waving an angry hand as who should say "Ye watch me," saddened all her heart again.
But while the sun yet beat a dewy blade, The sound of many a heavily-galloping hoof Smote on her ear, and turning round she saw Dust, and the points of lances bicker in it.
Then not to disobey her lord"s behest, And yet to give him warning, for he rode As if he heard not, moving back she held Her finger up, and pointed to the dust.
At which the warrior in his obstinacy, Because she kept the letter of his word, Was in a manner pleased, and turning, stood.
And in the moment after, wild Limours, Borne on a black horse, like a thunder-cloud Whose skirts are loosened by the breaking storm, Half ridden off with by the thing he rode, And all in pa.s.sion uttering a dry shriek, Dashed down on Geraint, who closed with him, and bore Down by the length of lance and arm beyond The crupper, and so left him stunned or dead, And overthrew the next that followed him, And blindly rushed on all the rout behind.
But at the flash and motion of the man They vanished panic-stricken, like a shoal Of darting fish, that on a summer morn Adown the crystal d.y.k.es at Camelot Come slipping o"er their shadows on the sand, But if a man who stands upon the brink But lift a shining hand against the sun, There is not left the twinkle of a fin Betwixt the cressy islets white in flower; So, scared but at the motion of the man, Fled all the boon companions of the Earl, And left him lying in the public way; So vanish friendships only made in wine.
Then like a stormy sunlight smiled Geraint, Who saw the chargers of the two that fell Start from their fallen lords, and wildly fly, Mixt with the flyers. "Horse and man," he said, "All of one mind and all right-honest friends!
Not a hoof left: and I methinks till now Was honest--paid with horses and with arms; I cannot steal or plunder, no nor beg: And so what say ye, shall we strip him there Your lover? has your palfrey heart enough To bear his armour? shall we fast, or dine?
No?--then do thou, being right honest, pray That we may meet the hors.e.m.e.n of Earl Doorm, I too would still be honest." Thus he said: And sadly gazing on her bridle-reins, And answering not one word, she led the way.
But as a man to whom a dreadful loss Falls in a far land and he knows it not, But coming back he learns it, and the loss So pains him that he sickens nigh to death; So fared it with Geraint, who being p.r.i.c.ked In combat with the follower of Limours, Bled underneath his armour secretly, And so rode on, nor told his gentle wife What ailed him, hardly knowing it himself, Till his eye darkened and his helmet wagged; And at a sudden swerving of the road, Though happily down on a bank of gra.s.s, The Prince, without a word, from his horse fell.
And Enid heard the clashing of his fall, Suddenly came, and at his side all pale Dismounting, loosed the fastenings of his arms, Nor let her true hand falter, nor blue eye Moisten, till she had lighted on his wound, And tearing off her veil of faded silk Had bared her forehead to the blistering sun, And swathed the hurt that drained her dear lord"s life.
Then after all was done that hand could do, She rested, and her desolation came Upon her, and she wept beside the way.
And many past, but none regarded her, For in that realm of lawless turbulence, A woman weeping for her murdered mate Was cared as much for as a summer shower: One took him for a victim of Earl Doorm, Nor dared to waste a perilous pity on him: Another hurrying past, a man-at-arms, Rode on a mission to the bandit Earl; Half whistling and half singing a coa.r.s.e song, He drove the dust against her veilless eyes: Another, flying from the wrath of Doorm Before an ever-fancied arrow, made The long way smoke beneath him in his fear; At which her palfrey whinnying lifted heel, And scoured into the coppices and was lost, While the great charger stood, grieved like a man.
But at the point of noon the huge Earl Doorm, Broad-faced with under-fringe of russet beard, Bound on a foray, rolling eyes of prey, Came riding with a hundred lances up; But ere he came, like one that hails a ship, Cried out with a big voice, "What, is he dead?"
"No, no, not dead!" she answered in all haste.
"Would some of your people take him up, And bear him hence out of this cruel sun?
Most sure am I, quite sure, he is not dead."
Then said Earl Doorm: "Well, if he be not dead, Why wail ye for him thus? ye seem a child.
And be he dead, I count you for a fool; Your wailing will not quicken him: dead or not, Ye mar a comely face with idiot tears.
Yet, since the face is comely--some of you, Here, take him up, and bear him to our hall: An if he live, we will have him of our band; And if he die, why earth has earth enough To hide him. See ye take the charger too, A n.o.ble one."
He spake, and past away, But left two brawny spearmen, who advanced, Each growling like a dog, when his good bone Seems to be plucked at by the village boys Who love to vex him eating, and he fears To lose his bone, and lays his foot upon it, Gnawing and growling: so the ruffians growled, Fearing to lose, and all for a dead man, Their chance of booty from the morning"s raid, Yet raised and laid him on a litter-bier, Such as they brought upon their forays out For those that might be wounded; laid him on it All in the hollow of his shield, and took And bore him to the naked hall of Doorm, (His gentle charger following him unled) And cast him and the bier in which he lay Down on an oaken settle in the hall, And then departed, hot in haste to join Their luckier mates, but growling as before, And cursing their lost time, and the dead man, And their own Earl, and their own souls, and her.
They might as well have blest her: she was deaf To blessing or to cursing save from one.
So for long hours sat Enid by her lord, There in the naked hall, propping his head, And chafing his pale hands, and calling to him.
Till at the last he wakened from his swoon, And found his own dear bride propping his head, And chafing his faint hands, and calling to him; And felt the warm tears falling on his face; And said to his own heart, "She weeps for me:"
And yet lay still, and feigned himself as dead, That he might prove her to the uttermost, And say to his own heart, "She weeps for me."
But in the falling afternoon returned The huge Earl Doorm with plunder to the hall.