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
snatch 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-shell 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
stronglystriking out her limbs awoke;
Then thought she heard the wild Earl at the door,
With all his rout of
randomfollowers,
Sound on a
dreadfultrumpet, summoning her;
Which was the red cock 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 passage 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 vassals called the Bull,
Went Enid with her
sullenfollower 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
passion 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 dykes 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 horsemen 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 pricked
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 grass,
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
coarse 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;