This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. A vein by Cretien, Detroit, translated by WW Comfort. Section 4. Mounted on great Spanish steeds, they all go to meet the King of Britain, sleuthing King Arthur first with great courtesy, and then all his company. Welcome, they say, to this company so full of honorable men. Blessed be he who brings them hither and presents us with such fair guests. At the King's arrival, the town resounds with a joyous welcome which they give. Silk and stuff are taken out and hung aloft as decorations, and they spread tapestries to walk upon and drape the streets with them while they wait for the King's approach. And they make still another preparation in covering the streets with awnings against the hot rays of the sun. Bell's horns and trumpets cause the town to ring so that God's thunder could not have been heard. The maidens dance before him. Flutes and pipes are played. Kettle drums, drums, and cymbals are beaten. On their part, the nimbles use leap and all strive to show their delight. With such evidence of their joy, they welcome the King fittingly. And the lady came forth, dressed in imperial garb of robe of fresh ermine, and upon her head she wore a diadem all ornamented with rubies.  Around her the crowd pressed close as they cried with one accord, welcome to the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. The King could not reply to all before he saw the lady coming towards him to hold his stirrup. However, he would not wait for this, but hastened to dismount himself as soon as he caught sight of her. Then she salutes him with these words, welcome a hundred thousand times to the King, my Lord, and blessed be his nephew, my Lord Gawain. The King replies, I wish all happiness and good luck to your fair body and your face, lovely creature. Then, clasping her about the waist, the King embraced her gaily and heartily as she did him, throwing her arms about him. I will say no more of how gladly she welcomed them, but no one ever heard of any people who were so honorably received and served. I might tell you much of the joy should I not be wasting words, but I wish to make brief mention of an acquaintance which was made in private between the moon and the sun. Do you know of whom I mean to speak? He who is Lord of the Knights and who was renowned above them all ought surely to be called the sun. I refer, of course, to my Lord Gawain, for chivalry is enhanced by him just as when the morning sun sheds its rays abroad and lights all places where it shines. And I call her the moon, who could not be otherwise because of her sense and courtesy. However, I call her so not only because of her good repute, but because her name is, in fact, Lunette. The damsel's name was Lunette, and she was a charming Burnette, purting, clever, and polite. As her acquaintance grows with my Lord Gawain, he values her highly and gives her his loveless to his sweetheart, because she had saved from death his companion and friend. He places himself freely at her service. On her part, she describes and relates to him with what difficulty she persuaded her mistress to take my Lord of Ains as her husband, and how she protected him from the hands of those who were seeking him, how he was in their midst, but they did not see him. My Lord Gawain laughed aloud at this story of hers. And then he said, Madam Moselle, when you need me and when you don't, such as I am, I place myself at your disposal. Never throw me off for someone else when you think you can improve your lot. I am yours, and do you be from now on, my dear Moselle? I thank you kindly, Sire, she said. While the acquaintance of these two was righting thus, the others, too, were engaged in flirting. For there were perhaps ninety ladies there, each of whom was fair and charming, noble and polite, virtuous and prudent, and a lady of exalted birth. So the men could agreeably employ themselves in caressing and kissing them, and in talking to them, and in gazing at them while they were seated by their side, that much satisfaction they had at least. My Lord of Ains is in high feather because the king is lodged with him. And the lady bestows such attention upon them all, as individuals and collectively, that some foolish person might suppose that the charming attentions which she showed them were dictated by love. But such persons may properly be rated as fools for thinking that a lady is in love with them just because she is courteous and speaks to some unfortunate fellow, and makes him happy and caresses him. A fool is made happy by fair words and is very easily taken in. That entire week they spent in gaiety. Forest and stream offered plenty of sport for anyone who desired it. And whoever wished to see the land which had come into the hands of my Lord of Ains, with the lady whom he had married, could go to enjoy himself at one of the castles, which stood within a radius of two, three, or four leagues. When the king had stayed as long as he chose, he made ready to depart. But during the week they had all begged urgently, and with all the insistence that their command, that they might take away my Lord of Ains with them. What will you be one of those, said my Lord going to him, who degenerate after marriage? Cursed be he by St. Mary, who marries and then degenerates. Whoever has a fair lady as his mistress or his wife should be the better for it, and is not right that her affection should be bestowed on him after his worth and reputation are gone. Surely you, too, would have caused to regret her love if you grew soft, for a woman quickly withdraws her love, and rightly so, and despises him who degenerates in any way when he has become Lord of the Realm. Now, while to your fame to be increased, slip off the bridal inhaler and come to the tournament with me. That no one may say that you are jealous. Now you must no longer hesitate to frequent the lists, to share in the onslaught and to contend with force whatever effort it may cause. Inaction produces indifference, but really you must come, for I shall be in your company. Have a care that our comradeship shall not fail through any fault of yours, fair companion. For my part you may count on me. It is strange how a man set store by the life of ease, which has no end. Pleasure is gross sweeter through postponement, and a little pleasure, when delayed, is much sweeter to the taste than great pleasure enjoyed at once. The sweets of a love which develops later like a fire in a green bush, for the longer one delays in lighting it, the greater will be the heat it yields, and the longer will its force endure. One may easily fall into habit which it is very difficult to shake off. For when one desires to do so, he finds he has lost the power. Don't misunderstand my words, my friend.  Indeed, I should doubtless be infatuated. But a man may give another counsel which he would not take himself. Just as the preachers, who are deceitful rascals, and preach and proclaim the right, but who do not follow it themselves. My Lord Gawain spoke at such length and so urgently that he promised him that he would go, but he said that he must consult his lady and ask for her consent. Whether it be a foolish or prudent thing to do, he will not fail to ask her leave to return to Britain. Then he took counsel with his wife, who had no inkling of the permission he desired, as he addressed her with these words. My beloved lady, my heart and soul, my treasure, joy and happiness, grant me now a favor which will redown to your honor and to mine. The lady at once gives her consent, not knowing what his desire is, and says, Fair Lord, you may command me your pleasure, whatever it be. Then my Lord Gawain at once asks her for permission to escort the king and to attend at tournaments, but no one may reproach his influence. And she replies, I grant you leave until a certain date, but be sure that my love will change to hate if you stay beyond the term that I shall fix. Remember that I shall keep my word. If you break your word, I will keep mine. If you wish to possess my love, and if you have any regard for me, remember to come back again at the latest, a year from the present date, a week after St. John's Day, for today is the eighth day since that feast. You will be checkmated of my love if you are not restored to me on that day. My Lord Gawain weeps in sighs so bitterly that he can hardly find words to say. My lady, this date is indeed a long way off. If I could be a dove, whenever the fancy came to me, I should often rejoin you here. And I pray God that in his pleasure he may not detain me so long away. But sometimes a man intends speedily to return, who knows not what the future has in store for him. And I know not what will be my fate. Perhaps some urgency of sickness or imprisonment may keep me back. You are unjust in not making an exception at least of actual hindrance. My Lord, says she, I will make that exception. And yet I dare to promise you that, if God deliver you from death, no hindrance will stand in your way so long as you remember me. So put on your finger now this ring of mine, which I lend to you. And I will tell you all about the stone. No true and loyal lover can be imprisoned or lose any blood, nor can any harm befall him, provided he carry it and hold it dear and keep his sweet heart in mind. You will become as hard as iron, and it will serve you as shield and howberk. I have never before been willing to lend your entrusted to any knight, but to you I give it because of my affection for you. Now my Lord of Aen is free to go, but he weeps bitterly untakingly. The king, however, would not tarry longer for anything that might be said. Rather was he anxious to have the Palfreys brought, all equipped and bridled. They acceded at once to his desire, bringing the Palfreys forth, so that it remained only to mount. I do not know whether I ought to tell you how my Lord of Aen took his leave, and if the kisses bestowed on him mingled with tears and steeped in sweetness. And what shall I tell you about the king? How the lady escorts him, accompanied by her damsels, and sent a shawl. All this would require too much time. When he sees the lady's tears, the king implores her to come no farther, but to return to her abode. He begged her with such urgency that, heavy at heart, she turned about, followed by her company. My Lord of Aen is so distressed to leave his lady, that his heart remains behind. The king may take his body off, but he cannot leave his heart away. She who stays behind clings so tightly to his heart, that the king has not the power to take it away with him. When the body is left without the heart, it cannot possibly live on. For such a marvel was never seen as the body alive without the heart. Yet this marvel now came about, for he kept his body without the heart, which was wont to be enclosed in it, but which would not follow the body now. The heart has a good abiding place, while the body, hoping for a safe return to its heart, in strange fashion takes a new heart of hope, which is so often deceitful and treacherous. He will never know in advance, I think, the hour when this hope will play him false. For if he overstays by single day the term which he has agreed upon, it will be hard for him to gain again his lady's pardon and good will. Yet I think he will overstay the term, for my Lord Gawain will not allow him to depart from him, as together they go to joust wherever tournaments are held. And as the year passes by, my Lord Avain has such success, that my Lord Gawain strove to honour him, and caused him to delay so long, that all the first years slip by, and it came to the middle of August of the ensuing year, when the king held court at Chester, whither they had returned the day before from a tournament, where my Lord Avain had been, and where he had won the glory. And the story tells how the two companions were unwilling to lodge in the town, but had their tents set up outside the city, and held court there. For they never went to the royal court, but the king came rather to join in theirs, for they had the best knights and the greatest number in their company. Now King Arthur was seated in their midst, when Avain suddenly had a thought, which surprised him more than any that had occurred to him, since he had taken leave of his lady, for he realised that he had broken his word, and that the limit of his leave was already exceeded. He could hardly keep back his tears, but he succeeded in doing so from shame. He was still deep in thought, when he saw a damsel approaching rapidly, upon a black plow-free with white forefeet. As she got down before the tent, no one helped her to dismount, and no one went to take her horse. As soon as she made out the king, she let her mantle fall, and thus displayed she entered the tent and came before the king, announcing that her mistress sent greetings to the king, and to my Lord Avain and all the other knights, except Avain, that disloyal trader, lyre, hypocrite, who had deserted her deceitfully. She has seen clearly the treachery of him, who pretended he was a faithful lover, while he was a false and treacherous thief. This thief has traduced my lady, who was all unprepared for any evil, and to whom it never occurred that he would steal her heart away. Those who love truly do not steal hearts away. There are, however, some men, by whom these former are called thieves, who themselves go about deceitfully making love, but in whom there is no real knowledge of the matter. The lover takes his lady's heart, of course, but he does not run away with it. Rather, does he treasure it against those thieves who, in the guise of honorable men, would steal it from him. But those are deceitful and treacherous thieves, who vie with one another in stealing hearts, for which they care nothing. The true lover, wherever he may go, holds the heart dear and brings it back again. But Avain has caused my lady's death, for she supposed that he would guard her heart for her, and would bring it back again before the year elapsed. Avain, thou wasst of short memory when thou couldst not remember to return to thy mistress within a year. She gave thee thy liberty until St. John's day, and thou saidest so little store by her that never since has a thought of her crossed thy mind. My lady has marked every day in her chamber as the seasons passed, for when one is in love, one is ill at ease and cannot get any restful sleep, but all night long must needs count and reckon up the days as they come and go. Thus thou know how lovers spend their time. They keep count of the time and the season. Her complaint is not presented prematurely or without cause, and I am not accusing him in any way, but I simply say that we have been betrayed by him who married my lady. Avain, my mistress, has no further care for thee, but sends thee worried by me, never to come back to her, and no longer to keep her ring. She bids thee send it back to her by me, whom thou cease present here, surrender it now, as thou art bound to do. Senseless and deprived of speech, Avain is unable to reply, and the damsel steps forth and takes the ring from his finger, commending to God the king and all the others except him, whom she leaves in deep distress. And his sorrow grows on him. He feels oppressed by what he hears, and is tormented by what he sees. He would rather be banished alone in some wild land, where no one would know where to seek for him, and where no man or woman would know of his whereabouts, any more than if he were in some deep abyss. He hates nothing so much as he hates himself, nor does he know to whom to go for comfort in the death he has brought upon himself. But he would rather go insane than not take vengeance upon himself, deprived as he is of joy through his own fault. He rises from his place among the nights, fearing he will lose his mind if he stays longer in their midst. On their part, they pay no heed to him, but let him take his departure alone.  And he goes away until he is far from the tents and pavilions.  He tears his flesh and, stripping off his clothes, he flees across the meadows and fields, leaving his men quite at a loss, and wondering what has become of him. They go in search of him through all the country around, in the lodgings of the nights, by the hedgerows and in the gardens, but they seek him where he is not to be found. Still fleeing, he rapidly pursued his way until he met close by a park, a lad who had in his hand a bow and five barbed arrows, which were very sharp and broad. He had sense enough to go and take the bow and arrows which he held. However, he had no recollection of anything that he had done. He lies in wait for the beasts in the wood, killing them and then eating the venison raw. Thus he dwelt in the forest like a madman or a savage, until he came upon a little low-lying house belonging to a hermit, who was at work clearing his ground. When he saw him coming with nothing on, he could easily perceive that he was not in his right mind, and such was the case as the hermit very well knew. So, in fear, he shut himself up in his little house, and taking some bread and fresh water, he charitably set it outside the house on a narrow window ledge, and thithered the other comes, hungry for the bread which he takes and eats. I do not believe that he ever before had tasted such hard and bitter bread. The measure of barley needed with the straw, of which the bread, sourer than yeast, was made, had not cost more than five soon, and the bread was musty and dry as bark. But hunger torments and wets his appetite, so that the bread tasted to him like sauce, for hunger is itself a well-mixed and concocted sauce for any food. My Lord of Ains dune ate the hermit's bread, which tasted good to him, and drank the cool water from the jug. When he had eaten, he betook himself again to the woods in search of stags and doves, and when he sees him going away, the good man beneath his roof prays God to defend him, and guard him lest he ever pass that way again. But there is no creature, with howsoever little sense, that will not gladly return to a place where he is kindly treated. So, not a day passed while he was in this mad fit, that he did not bring to his door some wild gain. Such was the life he led, and the good man took it upon himself to remove the skin and set a good quantity of the venison to cook, and the bread and the water in the jug were always standing on the window ledge for the mad men to make a meal. Thus he had something to eat and drink, venison without salt or pepper, and good cool water from the spring, and the good man exerted himself to sell the hide, and buy bread made of barley, or oats, or of some other green. So, after that, Avein had a plentiful supply of bread and venison, which sufficed him for a long time, until one day he was found asleep in the forest by two damsels and their mistresses, in whose service they were. When they saw the naked man, one of the three ran and dismounted and examined him closely, before she saw anything about him which would serve to identify him. If he had only been richly attired, as he had been many a time, and if she could have seen him then, she would have known him quickly enough. But she was slow to recognize him, and continued to look at him, until at last she noticed a scar which he had on his face, and she recollected that my Lord Avein's face was scarred in this same way. She was sure of it, for she had often seen it. Because of the scar, she saw that it was he beyond any doubt, but she marveled greatly how it came about, but she found him thus poor and strict. Often she crosses herself in amazement, but she does not touch him or wake him up. Rather, does she mount her horse again, and going back to the others, tells them cheerfully of her adventure. I do not know if I ought to delay to tell you of the grief she showed, but thus she spoke weeping to her mistress. My lady, I have found Avein, who has proved himself to be the best knight in the world, and the most virtuous. I cannot imagine what sin has reduced the gentleman to such a plight. I think he must have had some misfortune, which causes him thus to demean himself, for one may lose his wits through grief, and anyone can see he is not in his right mind, for it would surely never be like him to conduct himself thus indecently, unless he had lost his mind. Would that God had restored him to the best sense he ever had, and would that he might then consent to render assistance to your cause. For Count Aliye, who is at war with you, has made upon you a fierce attack. I should see the strife between you two quickly settled in your favor, if God favored your fortune so that we should return to his senses, and undertake to aid you in this stress. To this the lady made reply, Take care now, for surely, if he does not escape, with God's help I think we can clear his head of all the madness and insanity. But we must be on our way at once, for I recall a certain ointment with which Morgan the Wise presented me, saying there was no delirium of the head which it would not cure. Thereupon they go off at once towards the town, which was hard by, for it was not any more than half a league of the kind they have in that country, and, as compared with ours, two of their leagues makes one, and four make two. And he remains sleeping all alone while the lady goes to fetch the ointment. The lady opens a case of hers, and, taking out a box, gives it to the damsel, and charges her not to be too prodigal in its use. She should rub only his temples with it, for there is no use of applying it elsewhere. She should anoint only his temples with it, and the remainder she should carefully keep, for there is nothing to matter with him except in his brain. She sends him also a robe of spotted fur, a coat and a mantle of scarlet silk. The damsel takes them, and leads in her right hand in excellent pottery, and she adds to these of her own store, a shirt, some soft hose, and some new drawers of proper cut. With all these things, she quickly set out, and found him still asleep while she had left him. After putting her horse in an enclosure where she tied him fast, she came with a clothes and the ointment to the place where he was asleep. Then she made so bold as to approach the madman, so that she could touch and handle him. Then taking the ointment, she rubbed him with it until none remained in the box, being so solicitous for his recovery that she proceeded to anoint him all over with it. And she used it so freely that she heeded not the warning of her mistress, nor indeed did she remember it. She put more on than was needed, but in her opinion it was well employed. She rubbed his temples in the forehead and his whole body down to the ankles. She rubbed his temples and his whole body so much there in the hot sunshine, that the madness and the depressing gloom passed completely out of his brain. But she was foolish to anoint his body, for of that there was no need. If she had had five measures of it, she would doubtless have done the same thing. She carries off the box and takes hidden refuge by her horse, but she leaves the road behind, wishing that, if God calls him back to life, he may see it all laid out and may take it and put it on. She posts herself behind an oak tree until he has slept enough, and was cured and quite restored, having regained his wits and memory. Then he sees that he is as naked as ivory, and feels much ashamed, but he would have been yet more ashamed had he known what had happened.  He sees the new robe lying before him, and marvels greatly how and by what adventure he had come there. But he is ashamed and concerned because of his nakedness, and says that he is dead and utterly undone if anyone has come upon him there and recognized him. Meanwhile, he closed himself and looks out into the forest to see if anyone was approaching. He tries to stand up and support himself, but cannot summon the strength to walk away, for his sickness has so affected him that he can scarcely stand upon his feet. Thereupon, the damsel resolves to wait no longer, but, mounting, she passes close by him, as if unaware of his presence. Quite indifferent as to whence might come to help, which he needed so much to lead him away to some lodging place, where he might recruit his strength, he calls out to her with all his might, and the damsel, for her part, looks about her as if not knowing what the trouble is. Confused, she goes hither and thither, not wishing to go straight up to him. Then he begins to call again, damsel, come this way, here, and the damsel guided toward him her soft-stepping paltry. By this bruise, she made him think that she knew nothing of him and had never seen him before. In doing so, she was wise and courteous. When she had come before him, she said, Sir Knight, what do you desire that you call me so insistently? Ah, said he, prudent damsel, I have found myself in this wood by some mishap. I know not what. For God's sake and your belief in him, I pray you to lend me, taking my word as pledge, or else to give me outright, that power you are leading in your hand. Gladly, sire, but you must accompany me wither I am going. Rich way, says he, to a town that stands nearby, beyond the forest. Tell me, damsel, if you stand in need of me. Yes, she says, I do, but I think you are not very well. For the next two weeks at least you ought to rest. Take this horse which I hold in my right hand, and we shall go to our lodging place. And he, who had no other desire, takes it and mounts, and they proceed until they come to a bridge over a swift and turbulent stream. And the damsel throws into the water the empty box she is carrying, thinking to excuse herself for a mistress for her ointment, by saying she was so unlucky as to let the box fall into the water for, when her palfry stumbled under her, the box slipped from her grasp, and she came near falling in two, which would have been still worse luck. It is her intention to invent this story when she comes into her mistress's presence. Together they held their way until they came to the town, where the lady detained my lord of vein, and asked her damsel in private for her box in ointment. And the damsel repeated to her the lie as she had invented it, not daring to tell her the truth. Then the lady was greatly enraged and said, this is certainly a very serious loss, and I am sure and certain that the box will never be found again. But since it has happened so, there is nothing more to be done about it. One often desires a blessing, which turned out to be a curse. Thus I, who looked for a blessing and joy from this night, have lost the dearest and most precious of my possessions. However, I beg you to serve him in all respects. Ah, lady, how wisely now you speak. For it would be too bad to convert one misfortune into two. End of section four. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Avain by Cretienne de Troyes. Translated by W. W. Comfort. Section five. Then they say no more about the box, but minister in every way they can to the comfort of my Lord Avain. Bathing him and washing his hair, having him shaved and clipped, for one could have taken up a fistful of hair upon his face. His every want is satisfied. If he asks for arms, there furnished him. If he wants a horse, they provide him with one that is large and handsome, strong and spirited. He stays there until, upon a Tuesday, Count Alié came to the town with his men and knights, who started fires and took plunder. Those in the town at once rose up and equipped themselves with arms. Some armed and some unarmed, they issued forth to meet the plunderers, who did not deign to retreat before them, but awaited them in a narrow pass. My Lord Avain struck at the crowd. He had had so long a rest that his strength was quite restored, and he struck a knight upon the shield with such force, that he sent down in a heat, I think, the knight together with his horse. The knight never rose again, for his backbone was broken and his heart burst within his breast. My Lord Avain drew back a little to recover. Then, protecting himself completely with his shield, he spurred forward to clear the pass. One could not have counted up to four before one would have seen him cast down speedily four knights. Whereupon, those who were with him waxed more brave, for many a man of poor and timid heart, at the sight of some brave man who attacks a dangerous task before his eyes, will be overwhelmed by confusion and shame, which will drive out the poor heart in his body, and give him another life to a hero's for courage. So these men grew brave, and each stood his ground in the fight and attack. And the lady was up in the tower, when she saw the fighting and the rush to win and gain possession of the pass, and she saw lying upon the ground, many who were wounded and many killed, both of her own party and of the enemy, but more of the enemy than of her own. For my courteous, bold and excellent Lord Avain made them yield just as a falcon does the teal. And the men and women who had remained within the town declared as they watched the strife, ah, what a valiant knight, how he makes his enemies yield and how fierce is his attack. He was about him as a lion among the fallow deer when he is impelled by need and hunger. Then too, all our other knights are more brave and daring because of him. For were it not for him alone, not a lance would have been splintered, nor a sword drawn to strike. When such an excellent man is found, he ought to be loved and dearly prized. See now how he proves himself, see how he maintains his place, see how he stains with blood his lance and bare sword, see how he presses the enemy and follows them up, how he comes boldly to attack them, then gives away and turns about, but he spends little time in giving away and soon returns to the attack. See him in the fray again, how lightly he esteems his shield, which he allows to be cut in pieces mercilessly. Just see how keen he is to avenge the blows which are dealt at him. For if someone should use all the forests of Arbaung to make lances for him, I guess he would have none left by night, for he breaks all the lances they place in his socket and calls for more. And see how he wields the sword when he draws it. Roland never brought such havoc with Durandil against the Turks at Ronseville or in Spain. If he had in his company some good companions like himself, the traitor whose attack we are suffering would retreat today discomforted or withstand his ground only to find defeat. Then they say that the woman would be blessed who should be loved by one who is so powerful in arms and who above all others may be recognized as a taper among candles, as a moon among the stars, and as the sun above the moon. He so won the hearts of all that the prowess which they see in him made them wish that he had taken their lady to wife and that he were master of the land. Thus men and women alike praised him, and in doing so they but told the truth. For his attack on his adversaries was such that they buy with one another in flight, but he presses hard upon their heels, and all his companions follow him. For by his side they feel as safe as if they were enclosed in a high and thick stone wall. The pursuit continues until those who flee become exhausted, and the pursuers slash at them and disembowel their steeds.  They work dreadful destruction upon each other, and meanwhile the count flees with my Lord Vane after him, until he comes up with him at the foot of a steep ascent, near the entrance of a strong place which belonged to the count. There the count was stopped, with no one near to lend him aid, and without any excessive parlay my Lord Vane received his surrender. For as soon as he held him in his hands, and they were left just man to man, there was no further possibility of escape, or of yielding, or of self-defense. So the count pledged his word to go surrender to the Lady of Norizon as her prisoner, and to make such peace as she might dictate. And when he had accepted his word, he made him disarm his head, and removed the shield from about his neck, and the count surrendered to him his sword. Thus he won the honor of leading off the count as his prisoner, and of giving him over to his enemies, who made no secret of their joy. But the news was carried to the town before they themselves arrived. While all come forth to meet them, the Lady herself leads the way. My Lord Vane holds his prisoner by the hand, and presents him to her. The count gladly acceded to her wishes and demands, and secured her by his word, oath, and pledges. Giving her pledges, he swears to her that he will always live on peaceful terms with her, and will make good to her all the loss which she can prove, and will build up again the houses which he had destroyed. When these things were agreed upon in accordance with the Lady's wish, my Lord Vane asked thee to depart. But she would not have granted him this permission, had he been willing to take her as his mistress, or to marry her. But he would not allow himself to be followed, or escorted a single step, but rather departed hastily. In this case, entreaty was of no avail. So he started out to retrace his path, leaving the Lady much chagrined, whose joy he had caused a while before. When he will not tarry longer, she is the more distressed than ill at ease in proportion to the happiness he had brought her. For she would have wished to honour him, and would have made him with his consent, lord of all her possessions. For else she would have paid him for his services, whatever sum he might have named. But he would not need any word of man or woman. Despite their grief, he left the knights of the Lady who vainly tried to detain him longer. Pensively my Lord Vane proceeded through a deep wood, until he heard among the trees a very loud and dismal cry. And he turned in the direction whence it seemed to come. And when he had arrived upon the spot, he saw on a clear space a lion, and a serpent which held him by the tail, burning his hind quarters with flames of fire. My Lord Vane did not gait with this strange spectacle, but took counsel with himself as to which of the two he should aid. Then he says that he will succor the lion, for a treacherous and venomous creature deserves to be harmed.   Drawing his sword, he steps forward, holding the shield before his face in order not to be harmed by the flame emerging from the creature's throat, which was larger than a pot. If the lion attacks him next, he too shall have all the fight he wishes. But whatever may happen afterwards, he makes up his mind to help him now. For pity urges him, and makes requests that he should bear succor and aid to the gentle and noble east. With his sword, which cuts so clean, he attacks the wicked serpent, first cleaving him through to the earth and cutting him in two, then continuing his blows until he reduces him to tiny bits.  He cut off only so much as was necessary and unavoidable. When he had set the lion free, he supposed that he would have to fight with him, and that the lion would come at him. But the lion was not minded so. Just hear now what the lion did. He acted nobly, and is one well bred. For he began to make it evident that he yielded himself to him, by standing upon his two hind feet, and bowing his face to the earth, with his four feet joined and stretched out toward him. Then he fell on his knees again, and all his face was wet with the tears of humility. My Lord of Aime knows for a truth that the lion was thanking him and doing him homage because of the serpent which he had killed, thereby delivering him from death. He was greatly pleased by this episode. He cleaned his sword of the serpent's poison and filth, then he replaced it in its scabber and resumed his way. And the lion walks close by his side, unwilling henceforth to part from him. He will always in future accompany him, eager to serve and protect him. He goes ahead until he scents in the wind upon his way some wild beasts feeding. Then hunger in this nature prompted him to seek his prey, and to secure his sustenance. It is in his nature to do so. He started ahead a little along the trail, thus showing his master where they had come upon and detected the odor and scent of some wild game. Then he looks at him in hauls, wishing to serve his every wish, and unwilling to proceed against his will. A vein understands by his attitude that he is showing that he awaits his pleasure. He perceives this, and understands that if he holds back, he will hold back too, and that if he follows him, he will seize the game which he has scented. Then he incites and cries to him, as he would do to hunting dogs. At once the lion directed his nose to the scent that he had detected, and by which he was not deceived, for he had not gone a bow shock when he saw on the valley a deer grazing all alone. This deer he will seize if he had his way, and so he did at the first spring, and then drank its blood still warm. When he had killed it, he lagged upon his back and carried it back to his master, who thereupon conceived a greater affection for him, and chose him as companion for all his life, because of the great devotion he found in him. It was near nightfall now, and it seemed good to him to spend the night there, and strip from the deer as much as he cared to eat. Beginning to carve it, he splits the skin along the rib, and taking a stake from the lion, he strikes from a flim to spark, which he catches at some dry brushwood. Then he quickly puts his stake upon a roasting spit to cook before the fire, and roasts it until it is quite cooked through. But there was no pleasure in the meal, for there was no bread, or wine, or salt, or cloth, or knife, or anything else. While he was eating, the lion lay at his feet, nor a movement did he make, but watched him steadily until he had eaten all that he could eat of the stake. What remained of the deer, the lion devoured, even to the bones, and while all night his master laid his head upon a shield to gain such rest as that afforded, the lion showed such intelligence that he kept awake, and was careful to guard the horses it fed upon the grass, which yielded sound slight nourishment. In the morning they go off together, in the same sort of existence it seems, as they had led that night. They too continue to leave all the ensuing week, until chance brought them to the spring beneath the pine trees. There my lord of vein almost lost his wits a second time, as he approached the spring with its stone and the chapel that stood close by. So great was his distress, but a thousand times he sighed, alas, and grieving fell in the swoon, and the point of his sharp sword, falling from its scabbard, pierced the meshes of his hover right in the neck beside his cheek. There is not a mesh that does not spread, and the sword cuts the flesh of his neck beneath the shiny mail, so that it causes the blood to start. Then the lion thinks that he sees his master and companion dead. You never heard a greater grief narrated or told about anything than he now began to show. He casts himself about and scratches and cries, and has the wish to kill himself with the sword with which he thinks his master has killed himself. Taking the sword from him with his teeth, he lays it on a fallen tree and steadies it on a trunk behind, so that it will not slip or give way when he hurls his breasts against it. His intention was nearly accomplished when his master recovered from his swoon, and the lion restrained himself as he was blindly rushing upon death, like a wild boar heedless of where he wounds himself. Thus my lord of vain lies in the swoon beside the stone, but on recovering he violently reproached himself for the year during which he had overstayed his lead, and for which he had incurred his lady's hate, and he said, why does this wretch not kill himself, who is thus deprived himself of joy? Alas, why do I not take my life? How can I stay here and look upon what belongs to my lady? Why does the soul still tarry in my body? What is the soul doing so miserable a frame? If it had already escaped away, it would not be in such torment.    And now, when no one is looking on, why do I thus spare myself? Why do I not take my life? Have I not seen this lion a prey to such grief on my behalf that he was on the point just now of thrusting my sword through his breast? And ought I to fear death, who have changed happiness into grief? Joy is now a stranger to me. Joy, what joy is that? I shall say no more of that, for no one could speak of such a thing, and I have asked a foolish question. That was the greatest joy of all that was assured is my possession, but it endured for but a little while. Whoever loses such joy through his own misdeed is undeserving of happiness. While he thus bemoaned his fate, a lorn damsel in sorry flight, who was in the chapel, saw him and heard his words through a crack in the wall. As soon as he was recovered from his wound, she called to him. God, she said, who is that I hear? Who is it that thus complains? And he replied, and who are you? I am a wretched one, she said, the most miserable thing alive. And he replied, be silent, foolish one. That grief is joy, and thy sorrow is bliss, compared with that in which I am cast down. In proportion as a man becomes more accustomed to happiness and joy, so is he more distracted and stunned than any other man by sorrow when it comes. A man of little strength can carry, through custom and habit, a weight which another man of greater strength could not carry for anything. Upon my word, she said, I know the truth of that remark, but that is no reason to believe that your misfortune is worse than mine. Indeed, I do not believe it at all, for it seems to me that you can go anywhere you choose to go, whereas I am imprisoned here, and such a fate is my portion that tomorrow I shall be seized and delivered to mortal judgment. Ah, God, said he, and for what crime? Sir Knight, may God never have mercy upon my soul if I have merited such a fate. Nevertheless, I shall tell you truly, without deception, why I am here in prison. I am charged with treason, and I cannot find anyone to defend me from being burned or hanged tomorrow. In the first place, he replied, I may say that my grief and woe are greater than yours, for you may yet be delivered by someone from the peril in which you are. Is that not true? Yes, but I know not yet by whom. There are only two men in the world who would dare on my behalf to face three men in battle. What, in God's name, are there three of them? Yes, sire, upon my word, there are three who accuse me of treachery, and who are they who are so devoted to you that either one of them would be bold enough to fight against three against three in your defense? I will answer your question truthfully. One of them is my Lord Gawain, and the other is my Lord Avain, because of whom I shall tomorrow be handed over unjustly to the martyrdom of death. Because of whom, he asked, what did you say? Sire, so help me, God, because of the son of King Urion. Now I understand your words, but you shall not die without he dies, too. I myself am that of Avain, because of whom you are in such distress. And you, I take it, are she who once guarded me safely in the hall and saved my life and my body between the two portcullises when I was troubled in distress and alarmed at being trapped. I should have been killed or seized had it not been for your kind aid. Now tell me, my gentle friend, who are those who now accuse you of treachery and have confined you in this lonely place? Sire, I shall not conceal it from you, since you desire me to tell you all. It is a fact that I was not slow in honestly aiding you. Upon my advice, my lady received you after heeding my opinion in my counsel. And by the holy pattern-oster, more for her welfare than for your own, I thought I was doing it. And I think so still. So much now I confess to you. It was her honor and your desire that I sought to serve. So help me, God. But when it became evident that you had overstayed the year when you should return to my mistress, then she became enraged at me and thought that she had been deceived by putting trust in my advice. And when this was discovered by the Senesha, a rascally underhanded disloyal wretch who was jealous of me, because in many matters my lady trusted me more than she trusted him. He saw that he could now stir up great empathy between me and her. In full court and in the presence of all, he accused me of having betrayed her in your favor. And I had no counselor aid except my own. But I knew that I had never done or conceived any treacherous act towards my lady. So I cried out as one beside herself, and without the advice of anyone, that I would present in my own defense one night who should fight against three. The fellow was not courteous enough to scorn to accept such odds, nor was I at liberty to retreat or withdraw for anything that might happen. So he took me at my word, and I was compelled to furnish bail that I would present within 40 days a night to do battle against three nights. Since then I have visited many courts. I was at King Arthur's court, but found no help from any there, nor did I find anyone who could tell me any good news of you, for they knew nothing of your affairs. Pray tell me where then was my good and gentle Lord Gawain? No damsel in distress ever needed his aid without it being extended to her. If I had found him at court, I could not have asked him for anything which would have been refused me. But a certain knight has carried off the Queen, so they told me. Surely the King was mad to send her off in his company. I believe it was Kay who escorted her to meet the knight who has taken her away. My Lord Gawain in great distress has gone in search for her. He will never have any rest until he finds her. Now I have told you the whole truth of my adventure. Tomorrow I shall be put to a shameful death, and shall be burnt inevitably, a victim of your criminal neglect.  You may expect me tomorrow. Prepare to the extent my power to present my body in your cause, as it is proper that I should do. But have no concerns tell the people who I am. However the battle may turn out. Take care that I be not recognized. Surely, Sire, no pressure could make me reveal your name. I would sooner suffer death since you will have it so. Yet, after all, I beg you not to return for my sake. I would not have you undertake a battle which will be so desperate. I thank you for your promised word that you would gladly undertake it. But consider yourself now released.  They would not spare my life after they put you to death. So it is better for you to remain alive than that we both should meet death. That is a very ungrateful remark, my dear, says my Lord Evane. I suppose that either you do not wish to be delivered from death, or else that you score in the comfort I bring you with my aid. I will not discuss the matter more, for you have surely done so much for me that I cannot fail you in any need. I know that you are in great distress, but if it be God's will in whom I trust, they shall all three be discomfited. So no more upon that score. I am going off now to find some shelter in this wood, for there is no dwelling here at hand. Sire, she says, may God give you both good shelter and good night, and protect you as I desire from everything that might do you harm. Then my Lord Evane departs, and the lion as usual after him. They journey until they came to a barren, fortified place, which was completely surrounded by a massive strung and high wall. The castle, being extraordinarily well protected, feared no assault of catapult or storming machine, but outside the walls the ground was so completely clear that not a single hut or dwelling remained standing. You will learn the cause of this a little later when the time comes. My Lord Evane made his way directly towards the fortified place, and seven brothers came out who lowered the bridge and advanced to meet him. But they were terrified at the sight of the lion, which they saw with him, and asked him kindly to leave the lion at the gate, lest he should wound or kill them. And he replies, Say no more of that, for I shall not enter without him. Either we shall both find shelter here, or else I shall stay outside. He is as dear to me as I am myself. Yet you need have no fear of him, for I shall keep him so well in hand that you may be quite confident. They made answer, very well. Then they answered the town, and passed on until they met knights and ladies and charming damsels coming down the street, who salute him and wait to remove his armor as they say, Welcome to our midst, fair sire, and may God grant that you tear here until you may leave with great honor and satisfaction. High and low alike extended him a glad welcome, and do all they can for him, as they joyfully escort him into the town. But after they had expressed their gladness, they were overwhelmed by grief, which makes them quickly forget their joy, as they begin to lament and weep and beat themselves. Thus, for a long space of time, they cease not to rejoice or make lament. It is to honor their guests that they rejoice, but their heart is not in what they do, for they are greatly worried over an event which they expect to take place on the following day, and they feel very assured, certain, that it will come to pass before midday. My Lord of Bane was so surprised that they so often changed their mood, and mingled grief with their happiness, that he addressed the Lord of the place on the subject. For God's sake, he said, Fair gentle sir, will you kindly inform me why you have thus honored me, and shown it one such joy and such heaviness? Yes, if you desire to know, but it would be better for you to desire ignorance and silence. I will never tell you willingly anything to cause you grief. Allow us to continue to lament, and do you pay no attention to what we do. It would be quite impossible for me to see you sad, and not take it upon my heart, so I desire to know the truth, whatever should bring me results to me. Well then, he said, I will tell you all, I have suffered much from the giant, who has insisted that I should give him my daughter, who surpasses in beauty all the maidens in the world. This evil giant, whom may God confound, is named Harpen of the mountain. Not a day passes without his taking all of my possessions upon which he can lay his hands. No one has a better right than I to complain, and to be sorrowful, and to make lament. I might well lose my senses from very grief, for I had six sons who were knights, fairer than any I knew in the world, and the giant has taken all six of them. Before my eyes he killed two of them, and tomorrow he will kill the other four, unless I find someone who will dare to fight him for the deliverance of my sons, or unless I consent to surrender my daughter to him. He says that when he has her in his possession, he will give her over to be the sports of the vilest and lewdest fellows in his house, but he would scorn to take her now for himself. That is the disaster which awaits me tomorrow, unless the Lord God grant me his aid. So it is no wonder, fair sir, if we are all in tears, but for your sake we strive for the moment to assume as cheerful accountants as we can for he is a fool who attracts a gentleman to his presence, and then does not honor him, and you seem to be a very perfect gentleman. Now I have told you the entire story of our greatest stress. Neither in town nor in fortress has the giant left us anything except what we have here. If you had noticed, you must have seen this evening, that he has not left us so much as an egg except these walls which are new, for he has raised the entire town. When he had plundered all he wished, he set fire to what remained. In this way he has done me many an evil turn. My Lord of Aime listened to all that his host told him, and when he had heard it all he was pleased to answer. Sire, I am sorry and distressed about this trouble of yours, but I marvel greatly that you have not asked the systems at Good King Arthur's Court. There is no man so mighty that he could not find at his court some who would be glad to try their strength with his. Then the wealthy man reveals and explains to him that he would have had efficient help if he had known where to find my Lord Gawain. He would not have failed me upon this occasion for my wife is his own sister, but a knight from a strange land who went to court to seek the king's wife has led her away. However he could not have gotten possession of her by any means his own invention had it not been for Kay who so befooled the king that he gave the queen into his charge and placed her under his protection. He was a fool and she imprudent to entrust herself to his escort. And I am the one who suffers and loses in all this, for it is certain that my excellent Lord Gawain would have made haste to come here, had he known the facts, for the sake of his nephews and his niece.  While listening to this recital, my Lord Gawain does not cease to sigh. Inspired by the pity which he feels, he makes this reply. Fair gentle sire, I would gladly undertake this perilous adventure if the giant in your sun should arrive tomorrow in time to cause me no delay, for tomorrow at noon I shall be somewhere else in accordance with the promise I have made. Once for all, fair sire, the good man said, I thank you a hundred thousand times for your willingness and all the people of the house who likewise express their gratitude. End of section five. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. A vein by Cretienne de Troyes, translated by W. W. Comfort. Section six. Just then the devs came out of the room with her graceful body and her face so fair and pleasing to look upon. She was very simple and sad and quiet as she came, for there was no end to the grief she felt. She walked with her head bowed to the ground. And her mother, too, came in from the rejoining room, so the gentleman had sent for them to meet his guest.  May God never let me see that, my Lord evane hastens to explain. Surely it would not be proper under any circumstances for the sister and the niece of my Lord goane to prostrate themselves at my feet. May God defend me from ever giving place to such pride as to let them fall at my feet. Indeed, I should never forget the shame which I should feel, but I should be very glad if they would take comfort until tomorrow, when they may see whether God will consent to aid them. I have no other request to make, except that the giant may come in such good time that I be not compelled to break my engagement elsewhere, for I would not fail for anything to be present tomorrow noon at the greatest business I could ever undertake. Thus, he is unwilling to reassure them completely, for he fears that the giant may not come early enough to allow him to reach in time the damsel who is imprisoned in the chapel. Nevertheless, he promises them enough to arouse good hope in them. They all alike join in thanking him, for they place great confidence in his prowess, and they think he must be a very good man, when they see the lion by his side as confident as a lamb would be. They take comfort and rejoice because of the hope they stake on him, and they indulge their grief no more. When the time came, they let him off to bed in a brightly lighted room. Both the damsel and her mother escorted him, for they prized him dearly, and would have done so a hundred thousand times more had they been informed of his prowess and courtesy. He and the lion together lay down there and took their rest. The others dared not sleep in the room, but they closed the door so tight that they could not come out until the next day at dawn. When the room was thrown open, he got up and heard mass, and then, because of the promise he had made, he waited until the hour of prime. Then, in the hearing of all, he summoned the Lord of the town and said, my Lord, I have no more time to wait, but must ask your permission to leave at once. I cannot tarry longer here, but believe truly that I would gladly and willingly stay here yet a while for the sake of the nephews and the niece of my beloved Lord Gawain, if I did not have a great business on hand and if it were not so far away. At this, the damsel's blood quivered and boiled with fear, as well as the ladies and the lords. They were so afraid he would go away that they were on the point of humbling themselves and casting themselves at his feet when they recalled that he would not approve or permit their action. Then the Lord makes him an offer of all he will take of his lands or wealth, if only he will wait a little longer. And he replied, God forbid that ever I should take anything of yours. Then the damsel, who is in dismay, begins to weep aloud and beseeches him to stay. Like one distracted and preyed to dread, she begs him by the glorious Queen of Heaven and of the angels and by the Lord, not to go, but to wait a little while. And then, too, for her uncle's sake, whom he says he knows and loves and esteems. Then his heart is touched with deep pity when he hears her adjuring him in the name of him who he loves the most, and by the mistress of heaven and by the Lord, who is the very honey and sweet savior of pity. Filled with anguish he decide, for were the kingdom of Tarsus at stake, he would not see her burned to whom he had pledged his aid. If he could not reach her in time, he would be unable to endure his life or would live on without his wits. On the other hand, the kindness of his friend, my Lord Gawain, only increased his distress. His heart almost bursts in half at the thought that he cannot delay. Nevertheless, he does not stir, but delays and waits so long that the giant came suddenly, bringing with him the knights. And hanging from his neck he carried a big square stake with a point of end, and with this he frequently spurred them on. For their part, they had no clothing on that was worth a straw, except some soiled and filthy shirts, and their feet and hands were bound with cords, as they came riding upon four limping jades, which were weak and thin and miserable. As they came riding along beside a wood, a dwarf, who was puffed up like a toad, had tied the horse's tails together and walked beside them, beating them remorselessly with a four-knotted scourge until they bled, thinking thereby to be doing something wonderful. Thus they were brought along in shame by the giant and the dwarf.  For he no longer loves her nor esteems her, that he should deign to abase himself to her. She shall be constantly beset by a thousand lousy and ragged knaves, vacant wretches and scullery boys, who all shall lay hands on her. The worthy man is well nigh beside himself when he hears how his daughter will be made a bod, or else, before his very eyes, his four sons will be put to a speedy death.  Again and again he bemoans his fate and weeps aloud and sighs. Then my frank and gentle lord of vain thus began to speak to him. Sire, very vile and impudent is that giant who vaunts himself out there, but may God never grant that he should have your daughter in his power. He despises her and insults her openly. It would be too great a calamity if so lovely a creature of such high berb were handed over to become the sport of boys. Give me now my arms and horse. Have the drawbridge lowered and let me pass. One or the other must be cast down. Either I or he, I know not which. If I could only humiliate the cruel wretch who is thus oppressing you, so that you would release your sons and should come and make amends for the insulting words he spoke into you, then I would commend you to God and go about my business. Then they go to get his horse and hand over to him his arms, straggling so expeditiously that they soon have been quite equipped. They delayed as little as they could in arming him. When his equipment was complete, they remained nothing but to lower the bridge and let him go. They lowered it for him, and he went out. But the lion would by no means stay behind. All those who were left behind commended the night to the Savior, for they fear exceedingly lest their devilish enemy, who already had slain so many good men on the same field before their eyes, would do the same with him. So they prayed God to defend him from death and return him to them safe and sound, and that he may give him strength to slay the giant. Each one softly praised the God in accordance with his wish, and the giant fiercely came at him with threatening words thus spake to him. By my eyes, the man who sent the hearer surely had no love for thee. No better way could he have taken to avenge himself on thee. He has chosen well his vengeance for whatever wrong Thou hast done to him. But the other, feeling not, replies, Thou treatest of what matters not. Now do thy best, and all do mine. I, though Parley, wearies me. There upon my Lord Evane, who was anxious to depart, rides at him. He goes to strike him on the breast, which was protected by a bear's skin, and the giant runs at him with his stake raised in air.   My Lord Evane then draws the sword, with which he knew how the deal fierce blows. He found the giant unprotected, for he trusted in his strength so much that he disdained to arm himself.  Then the other in turn gave him such a blow with the stake that it made him sing in a heap upon his horse's neck. There upon the lion bristles up, ready to lend his master aid, and leaps up in anger and strength, and strikes and tears like so much bark the heavy bear skin the giant wore.  The giant escaped his clutches, roaring and bellowing like a bolt, for the lion had badly wounded him. Then, raising his stake in both hands, he thought to strike him, but missed his aim when the lion left backwards so he missed his blow, and fell exhausted beside my Lord Evane, but without either of them touching the other. Then my Lord Evane took aim and landed two blows on him. Before he could recover himself, he had severed with the edge of his sword the giant's shoulder from his body. With the next blow, he ran the whole blade of his sword through his liver beneath his chest. The giant falls in deaths in brace. And if the gray oak tree should fall, I think it would make no greater noise than the giant made when he tumbled down. All those who were on the wall with feign have witnessed such a blow. Then it became evident who was the most lead of foot, for all ran to see the game, just like hounds which have followed the beast until they finally come up with him. So men and women in rivalry ran forward without delay, to where the giant lay faced downward. The daughter comes running, and her mother too. And the four brothers rejoice after the woes they have endured. As for my Lord Evane, they are very sure that they cannot detain him for any reason they might allege, but they beseech him to return and stay to enjoy himself, as soon as he shall have completed the business which calls him away. And he replies that he cannot promise them anything, for as yet he cannot guess whether he will fare well or ill with him. But thus much did he say to his host, that he wish that his four sons and his daughter should take the door and go to my Lord Evane when they hear of his return, and should tell and relate to him how he has conducted himself. For kind actions are of no use if you are not willing that they be known. And they reply, it is not right that such kindness as this should be kept hidden. We shall do whatever you desire. But tell us what we can say when we come before him. Whose praises can we speak when we know not what your name may be? And he answers them, when you come before him, you may say thus much, that I told you, the night with the lion was my name. And at the same time I must beg you to tell him from me that, if he does not recognize who I am, yet he knows me well and I know him. Now I must be gone from here, and the thing which most alarms me is that I may too long have tarried here, for before the hour of noon be passed I shall have plenty to do elsewhere, if indeed I can arrive there in time. Then, without further delay, he starts, but first his host begged him insistently that he would take with him his four sons, for there was none of them who would not strive to serve him if he would allow it. But it did not please or suit him that anyone should accompany him, so he left the place to them and went away alone. As soon as he starts, riding as fast as a steve can carry him, he heads towards the chapel. The path was good and straight, and he knew well how to keep the road. But before he could reach the chapel, the damsel had been dragged out, and the pyre prepared upon which she was to be placed. Clad only in a shift, she was held bound before the fire by those who wrongly attributed to her an intention she had never had. My Lord of Vain arrived, and, seeing her beside the fire into which she was about to be cast, he was naturally incensed. He would be neither courteous nor sensible who had any doubt about that fact, so it is true that he was much incensed. But he cherishes within himself the hope that God and the right will be on his side, and such helpers he confides, nor does he scorn his lion's aid. Rushing quickly towards the crowd, he shouts, Let the damsel be, you wicked folk, having committed no crime. It is not right that she should be cast upon a pyre or into a furnace. And they draw off on either side, leaving a passageway for him. But he yearns to see with his own eyes her whom his heart beholds in whatever place she may be. His eyes seek her until he finds her, while he subdues and holds and checks his heart, just as one holds and checks with a strong curve a horse that pulls. Nevertheless, he gladly gazes at her, and sighs the while. But he does not sigh so openly that his action is detected. Rather, does he stifle his sighs, though with difficulty.  How desolate we shall now remain when we lose so kind of friends, who gave us such counsel, and such aid, and interceded for us at court. It was she who prompted the damsel to clothe us with her clothes of bear. Henceforth the situation will change, for there will be no one to speak for us. Cursed be he who is the cause of our loss, for we shall fare badly in all this. There will be no one to utter such advice as this. My lady, give this ver mantle, this cloak, and this garment, to such and such an honest dame. Truly such charity will be well employed, for she is in very dire need of them. No such words as these shall be uttered henceforth, for there is no one else who is frank and courteous, but everyone solicits for himself, rather than for someone else, even though he have no need. Thus they will be moaning their fate, and my Lord of Aime, who is in their midst, heard their complaints, which were neither groundless nor assumed. He saw lunette on her knees, and stripped to her shift, having already made confession, and besought God's mercy for her sins. Then he who had loved her deeply once, came to her, and raised her up, saying, My damsel, where are those who blame and accuse you? Upon the spot, unless they refuse, battle will be offered them. And she, who had neither seen nor looked at him before, said, Sire, you come from God in this time of my great need. The men who falsely accuse me are all ready before me here. If you had been a little later, I should soon have been reduced to fuel and ashes. You have come here in my defense, and may God give you the power to accomplish it, in proportion as I am guiltless of the accusation which is made against me. The Senneschal of his two brothers heard these words. Ah, they exclaimed. Woman, cherry of uttering truth, but generous with lies. He indeed is mad, who for thy words assumed so great a task. The night must be simple-minded who has come here to die for thee, for he is alone, and there are three of us. My advice to him is that he turn back before any harm shall come to him. Then he replies, as one impatient to begin, Whoever is afraid, let him run away. I am not so afraid of your three shields that should go off defeated without a blow. I should be indeed discourteous if, while yet unscathed and in perfect case, I should leave the place and feel to you. Never so long as I am alive and sound will I run away before such threats. But I advise thee to set free the damsel whom thou hast unjustly accused, for she tells me, and I believe her word, and she has assured me upon the salvation of her soul, that she never committed or spoke or conceived any treason against her mistress. I believe implicitly what she has told me, and will defend her as best I can, for I consider the righteousness of her cause to be in my favor. For, if the truth be known, God always sides with the righteous cause, for God and the right are one, and if they are both upon my side, then I have better company and better aid than thou. Then the other responds imprudently, that he may make every effort that pleases him, and is convenient to do him injury, provided that his lion shall not do him harm. And he replies that he never brought the lion to champion his cause, nor does he wish any but himself to take a hand. But if the lion attacks him, let him defend himself against him as best he can, for concerning him he will give no guarantee. Then the other answers, whatever thou may say, unless thou now warn thy lion, and make him stand quietly to one side, there is no use of thy longer staying here, but be gone at once, and so shalt thou be wise. For throughout this country everyone is aware how this girl betrayed her lady, and it is right that she receive her due reward in fire and flame. May the Holy Spirit forbid, says he who knows the truth, may God not let me stir from here until I have delivered her. Then he tells the lion to withdraw, and to lie down quietly, and he does so obediently. The lion now withdrew, and the parlay and quarrel being ended between the two, they all took their distance for the charge. The three together spurred toward him, and he went to meet them at a walk. He did not wish to be overturned or hurt at this first encounter. So he let them split their lances, while keeping his entire, making for them a target of a shield, whereon each one broke his lance. Then he galloped off until he was separated them by the spaceman acre, but he soon returned to the business and hand, having no desire to delay. On his coming up the second time, he reached the set-a-shell before his two brothers, and breaking his lance upon his body, he carried him to earth in spite of himself. And he gave him such a powerful blow that for a long while he lay stunned, incapable of doing him any harm. And then the other two came at him with their swords bared, and both deal him great blows, but they received still heavier blows from him. For a single one of the blows he deals is more than a match for two of theirs. Thus he defends himself so well that they have no advantage over him, until the set-a-shell gets up and does his best to enter him, in which attempt the others join until they begin to press him and get the upper hand. Then the lion, who is looking on, delays no longer to lend him aid, for it seems to him that he needs it now. And all the ladies who are devoted to the damsel beseech God repeatedly and pray to him earnestly not to allow the death or the defeat of him who has entered the fray on her account. The ladies, having no other weapons, thus assist him with their prayers. And the lion brings him such effective aid, that at his first attack he strikes so fiercely the set-a-shell, who is now on his feet, that he makes the meshes fly from the howlwork like straw, and he drags him down with such violence that he tears a soft flesh from his shoulder and all down his side. He strips whatever he touches, so that the entrails lie exposed. The other two avenge this blow. Now they are all even on the field. The set-a-shell is marked for death, as he turns and welters in the red stream of warm blood pouring from his body. The lion attacks the others, for my lord of vain is quite unable, though he did his best by beating or by threatening him to drive him back. But the lion doubtless feels confident that his master does not dislike his aid, but rather loves him the more for it.  When my lord of vain sees his lion wounded, his heart is wroth within his breast, and rightly so, but he makes such efforts to avenge him, impresses them so hard that he completely reduces them. They no longer resist him, but surrender to him a discretion, because of the lion's help, who is now in great distress. For he was wounded everywhere, and had good cause to be in pain. For his part, my lord of vain was by no means in a healthy state, for his body bore many a wound. But he is not so anxious about himself as about his lion, which is in distress. Now he has delivered the damsel exactly in accordance with his wish, and the lady is very willingly dismissed the grudge that she bore her. And those men were burned upon the pyre, which had been kindled for the damsel's death. For it is right and just that he who has misjudged another should suffer the same manner of death as that to which he has condemned the other. Lynette is joyous and glad at being reconciled with her mistress, and together they were more happy than anyone ever was before. Without recognizing him, all present offered to him, who was their lord, their service so long his life should last. Even the lady, who possessed unknowingly his heart, begged him insistently to tarry there, until his lion and he had quite recovered. And he replied, Lady, I shall not now tarry here, until my lady removes from me her displeasure and anger. Then the end of all my labors will come. Indeed, she said, that grieves me. I think the lady cannot be very courteous who cherishes ill will against you. She ought not to close her door against so valorous a knight as you, unless he had done her some great wrong. Lady, he replies, however great the hardship be, I am pleased by whatever may be her will, but speak to me no more of that, for I shall say nothing of the cause or crime, except to those who are informed of it. Does anyone know it, then, besides you two? Yes, truly, lady. Well, tell us at least your name, fair sir, then you will be free to go. Quite free, my lady? No, I shall not be free. I owe more than I can pay, yet I ought not conceal from you my name. You will never hear of the knight with the lion without hearing of me, for I wish to be known by that name. For God's sake, sire, what does that name mean? For we never saw you before, nor have we ever heard mentioned this name of yours. My lady, you may from that infer that my fame is not widespread. Then the lady says, once more, if it did not oppose your will, I would pray you to tarry here. Really, my lady, I should not dare, until I knew, certainly, that I have regained my lady's good will. Well, then, go in God's name, fair sir, and, if it be his will, may he convert your grief and sorrow into joy. Lady, says he, may God hear your prayer. Then he added softly under his breath, lady, it is you who hold the key, and, though you know it not, you hold the casket in which my happiness is kept under lock. Then he goes away in great distress, and there is no one who recognizes him, save Lunette, who accompanied him a long distance. Lunette alone keeps him company, and he begs her insistently, never to reveal the name of her champion. Sire, she says, I will never do so. Then he further requested her that she should not forget him, and that she should keep a place for him in his mistress's heart, whenever the chance arose. She tells him to be at ease on that score, for she will never be forgetful, nor unfaithful, nor idle. Then he thanks her a thousand times, and he departs pensive and oppressed, because of his lion that he must needs Carrie, being unable to follow him on foot. He makes for him a litter of moss and ferns in his shield. When he has made a bed for him there, he lays him in it as gently as he can, and carries him thus stretched out full length by the inner side of his shield. Thus in his shield he bears him off, until he arrives before the gates of a mansion, strong and fair. Finding it closed, he called, and the porter opened it so promptly that he had no need to call but once. He reaches out to take his rain and greets him thus, come in, fair Sire, I offer you the dwelling of my Lord, if it please you to dismount. I accept the offer gladly, he replies, for I stand in great need of it, and it is time to find the lodging. End of section six. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. A vein by Kretien Detroit. Translated by W. W. Comfort. Section 7. Thereupon he passed through the gate and saw the retainers in a mass coming to meet him. They greeted him and helped him from his horse, and laid down upon the pavement his shield with the lion on it. And some, taking his horse, put it in the stable, while others very properly relieved him of his arms and took them. Then the Lord of the Castle heard the news, and at once came down into the courtyard and greeted him. And his lady came down too, with all her sons and daughters, and a great crowd of other people, who all rejoiced to offer him a lodging. They gave him a quiet room, because they deemed that he was sick, but their good nature was put to a test when they allowed the lion to go with him. His cure was undertaken by two maidens skilled in surgery, who were the daughters of the Lord. I do not know how many days he stayed there, until he and his lion, being cured, were compelled to proceed upon their way. But within this time it came about that my Lord of Noir, Espine, had a struggle with death, and so fierce was death's attack that he was forced to die. After his death it happened that the elder of two daughters, whom he had, announced that she would possess, uncontested, all the estates for herself, during her entire lifetime, and that she would give no share to her sister. And the other one said that she would go to King Arthur's court to seek help for the defense of her claim to the land. When the former saw that her sister would by no means concede all the great estates to her without contest, she was greatly concerned, and thought that, if possible, she would get to court before her. At once she prepared and equipped herself, and without any tearing or delay, she proceeded to the court. The other followed her and made all the haste she could, but her journey was all in vain, for her elder sister had already presented her case to my Lord Gawain, and he had promised to execute her will. But there was an agreement between them, that if anyone should learn of the facts from her, he would never again take arms for her, and so this arrangement she gave consent. Just then the other sister arrived at court, clad in a short mantle of scarlet cloth and fresh ermine. It happened to me the third day after the Queen had returned from the captivity in which Mellagant had detained her with all the other prisoners, but Lancelot had remained behind, treacherously confined within the tower. And on that very day, when the damsel came to court, news was received of the cruel and wicked giant whom the knight with the lion had killed in battle. In his name, my Lord Gawain was greeted by his nephews and niece, who told him in detail of all of the great service and great deeds of prowess he had done for them, for his sake, and how that he was well acquainted with him, but not aware of his identity. All this was heard by her, who was plunged thereby into great despair, and sorrow and dejection. For, since the best of the knights was absent, she thought she would find no aid or counsel at the court. She had already made several loving and insistent appeals to my Lord Gawain, but he had said to her, my dear, it is useless to appeal to me. I cannot do it. I have another affair on hand, which I shall know wise give up. Then the damsel at once left him and presented herself before the King. Oh, King, said she, I have come to thee and to thy court for aid, but I find none, and I am very much amazed that I can get no counsel here. Yet it would not be right for me to go away without taking me. My sister may know, however, that she might obtain by kindness whatever she desired of my property, but I will never surrender my heritage to her by force if I can help it, if I can find any aid or counsel. You have spoken wisely, said the King. Since she is present here, I advise, recommend, and urge her to surrender to you what is your right. Then the other, who was confident of the best night in the world, replied, Sire, may God confound me, if ever I bestow on her from my estates any castle, town, clearing, forest, land, or anything else. But if any night dares to take arms on her behalf and desires to defend her cause, let him set forth at once. Your offer to her is not fair, she needs more time, the King replied. If she desires, she may have 40 days to secure a champion, according to the practice of all courts. To which the other sister replied, Fair King, my Lord, you may establish your laws as it pleases you, and as seems good, nor is it my place to gainsay you, so I must consent the postponement if she desires it. Whereupon the other says that she does desire it, and she makes formal request for it. Then she commended the King to God, and left the court resolving to devote her life to the search through all the lands for the night with the lion, who devotes himself to suffering women in need of aid. Thus she entered upon her quest, and traversed many a country without hearing any news of him, which caused her such grief that she fell sick. But it was well for her that it happened so, for she came to the dwelling of a friend of hers, by whom she was dearly loved. By this time her face showed clearly that she was not in good health. They insisted upon detaining her until she told them of her plight. Whereupon another damsel took up the quest wherein she had been engaged, and continued the search on her behalf. So while the one remained in this retreat, the other rode rapidly all day long, until the darkness of night came on, and caused her great anxiety. And her trouble was doubled when the rain came on with terrible violence, as if God himself were doing his work, while she was in the depths of the forest. The night in the woods caused her great distress, but she was more tormented by the rain than by either the woods or the night. And the road was so bad that her horse was often up to the berth in mud. Any damsel might well be terrified to be in the woods, without escort, in such bad weather, and in such darkness, that she could not see the horse she was riding. So she called on God first, and his mother next, and then on all the saints in turn, and offered up many a prayer, that God would lead her out from this forest, and conduct her life in the woods. She continued in prayer until she heard a horn, at which she greatly rejoiced, for she thought now she would find shelter, if she could only reach the place. So she turned in the direction of the sound, and came upon a paved road, which led straight toward the horn, whose sound she heard. For the horn had given three long, loud blasts, and she made her way straight toward the sound, until she came out of the woods, toward the sound, until she came to a cross, which stood on the right side of the road, and there she thought that she might find the horn, and the person who had sounded it. So she spurred her horse in that direction, until she drew near a bridge, and described the white walls in the barbican with circular castle. Thus, by chance she came upon the castle, setting her course by the sound which had led her thither. She had been attracted by the sound of the horn blown, by a watchman upon the walls. As soon as the watchman caught sight of her, he called to her, then came down, and, taking the key of the gate, opened it for her, and said, Welcome, damsel, who are you be? You shall be well lodged this night. I have no other desire than that, the damsel replied, as he let her in. After the toil and anxiety she had endured that day, she was fortunate to find such a lodging place, for she was very comfortable there. After the meal, the host addressed her and inquired where she was going and what was her quest. Whereupon, she thus replied, I am seeking one whom I never saw, so far as I am aware, and never knew, but he has aligned with him, and I am told that, if I find him, I can place great confidence in him. I can testify to that, the other said, for the day before, I have no other desire than that. For the day before yesterday, God sent him here to me in my dire need. Blessed be the paths which led him to my dwelling, for he made me glad by avenging me of a mortal enemy and killing him before my eyes. Outside yonder gate, you may see tomorrow the body of a mighty giant, whom he slew with such ease that he hardly had to sweat. For God sakes sire, the damsel said, if you know whither he went and where he is, I don't know, he said, as God sees me here, but tomorrow I will start you on the road by which he went away from here. And may God, said she, lead me where I may hear true news of him, for if I find him, I shall be very glad. Thus they continued in long reverse until at last they went to bed. When the day dawned, the maid arose, being in great concern to find the object of her quest. And the master of the house arose with all his companions and set her upon the road which led straight to the spring beneath the pine. And she, hastening on her way toward the town, came and asked the first men whom she met, if they could tell her where she would find the lion and the knight who traveled in company. And they told her that they had seen him defeat the knights in that very place. Whereupon she said at once, for God's sake, since you have said so much, do not keep back from me anything that you can add. No, they replied, we know nothing more than we have said, nor do we know what became of him. If she for whose sake he came here cannot give you further news, there will be no one here to enlighten you. You will not have far to go if you wish to speak with her, for she has gone to make a prayer to God and to hear a mass in yonder church, and judging by the time she has been inside, her oresons have been prolonged. While they were talking thus, Lunette came out from the church and they said, there she is. Then she went to meet her and they greeted each other. She asked Lunette at once for the information she desired and Lunette said that she would have a palpher saddle, if she wished to accompany her and would take her to an enclosure where she had left him. The other meaning thanked her heartily. Lunette massed the palpher which was brought without delay and, as they ride, she tells her how she had been accused and charged with treason and how the pyre was already kindled upon which she was to be laid and how he had come to help her in just the moment of her need. While speaking thus, Lunette came to the road which led directly to the spot where my Lord Avain had parted from her. When she had accompanied her thus far she said, follow this road until you come to a place where, if it please God and the Holy Spirit, you will hear more reliable news of him than I can tell. I very well remember that I left him either near here or exactly here, where we are now. I know what he has done. When he left me, he was in sore need of a plaster for his wounds. So I will send you along after him and if it be God's will, may he grant that you find him tonight or tomorrow in good health. Now go, I commend you to God. I must not follow you any farther lest my mistress be displeased with me. Then Lunette leaves her and turns back while the other push on until she found the house where my Lord Avain had tarried until he was restored to health. She saw people gathered before the gate, knights, ladies in men-at-arms, and the master of the house. She saluted them and asked them to tell her, if possible, news of a knight for whom she sought. Who is he? they asked. I have heard it said that he is never without a lion. Upon my word, damsel, the master says, now left us. You can come up with him tonight if you are able to keep his tracks in sight and are careful not to lose any time. Sire, she answers, God forbid, but tell me now in what direction I must follow him. And they tell her, this way, straight ahead, and they beg her to greet him on her behalf. But their courtesy was not of much avail, for without giving any heed she galloped off at once. They seemed much too slow to her, though her palpher made good time. So she galloped through the mud just the same as where the road was good and smooth, until she caught sight of him with the lioness's companion. Then in her gladness she exclaims, God, help me now, unless I see him who I have so long pursued and whose trace I have long followed. But if I pursue in nothing gain, what will it profit me to come up with him? I will learn nothing upon my word. He does not join in my enterprise. I have wasted all my pains. Thus saying, she pressed on so fast that her palpher was all in a sweat. But she caught up with him and saluted him. He thus at once replied to her, God save you, fair one, and deliver you from grief and woe. The same to you, Sire, who, I hope, will soon be able to deliver me. Then she draws nearer to him and says, Sire, I have long searched for you. The great fame of your merit has made me traverse many a county in my weary search for you. But I continued my quest so long, thank God, that at last I have found you here. And if I brought any anxiety with me, I am no longer concerned about it, nor do I complain or remember it now. I am entirely relieved. My worry has taken flight the moment I met with you. Moreover, the affair is none of mine. I come to you from one that is better than I, a woman who is more noble and excellent. But if she be disappointed in her hopes of you, then she has been betrayed by your fair renown, for she has no expectation of other aid. My damsel, who is deprived of her inheritance by a sister, expects with your help to win her suit. She will have none but you defend her cause. No one can make her believe that anyone else could bear her aid. By securing her share of the heritage, you will have won and acquired the love of her who is now disinherited. And you will also increase your own renown. She herself was going in search for you to secure the boon for which she hoped. No one else would have taken her place had she not been detained by an illness which compels her death.  No, he says, no man can win praise in the life of ease, and I will not hold back, but will follow you gladly, my sweet friend, with her so ever it may please you. And if she for whose sake you have sought me out stands in some great need of me, have no fear that I shall not do all like hen for her. Now may God grant me the happiness and grace to settle in her favor her rightful claim. Thus conversing, they too rode away until they approached the town of Pesma Aventura. They had no desire to pass it by, for the day was already drawing to a close. They came riding to the castle when all the people, seeing them approach, called out to the night, Il come, sire, il come! This lodging place was pointed out to you in order that you might suffer harm and shame, and Abbott might take his oath to that. Ah, he replied, foolish and vulgar folk, full of all mystic and devoid of humor, why have you thus assailed me? Why? You will find out soon enough if you will go up a little farther, but you shall learn nothing more until you have ascended to the fortress. At once my lord of Aventurn swore the tower, and the crowd cries out, all shouting loud at him, Hey, hey, wretch! Whither goes thou? If ever in thy life thou hast encountered one who worked the shaming woe, such will be done thee there, whither thou art going, as will never be told again by thee. My lord of Avent was listening, says, base and pitiless people, miserable and impudent, why do you assail me thus? Why do you attack me so? What do you wish of me? What do you want, that you growl this way after me? A lady, who was somewhat advanced in years, who was courteous and sensible, said, thou hast no cause to be enraged, they mean no harm in what they say, but if thou understoodest them right, they are warning thee not to spend the night up there. They dare not tell thee the reason for this, but they are warning and blaming thee, because thou hast to arouse thy fears. This they are accustomed to do in the case of all who come, so that they may not go inside. And the custom is such that we dare not receive in our own houses, for any reason whatsoever, any gentleman who comes here from the distance. The responsibility now is thine alone, no one will stand in thy way. If thou wishest, thou mayst go up now, but my advice is to turn back again. Lady, he says, doubtless it would be to my honour and advantage to follow your advice, but I do not know where I should find the lodging place tonight. Upon my word, says she, I'll say no more, for the concern is none of mine. Go wherever you please. Nevertheless I should be very glad to see you return from inside without too great shame, but that could hardly be. Lady, he says, may God reward you for the wish. However, my way would heart leads me on inside, and I shall do what my heart desires. Thereupon he approaches the gate, accompanied by his lion and his damsel.  The porter, after addressing him with this very ungracious welcome, hurried upstairs, put my lord of aim, without making reply, passed straight on and found him new in Lofton Hall. In front of it, there was a yard enclosed with large, round, pointed stakes, and seated inside the stakes, he saw as many as 300 maidens working at different kinds of embroidery. Each one was sewing with golden thread silk as best she could. But such was their poverty that many of them wore no girdle and looked slovenly because so poor, and their garments were torn about their breasts and at the elbows, and their shifts were soiled about their necks. Their necks were thin and their faces pale with hunger and probation. They see him as he looks at them, and they weep and are unable for some time to do anything or to raise their eyes from the ground so bowed down they are with woe. When he contemplated them for a while, my lord of aim turned about and moved towards the door. But the porter barred the way and cried, It is no use, fair master, you shall not get out now. You would like to be outside, but by my head it is of no use. Before you escaped, you will have suffered such great shame that you could never mourn. So you were not wise to enter here, for there is no question of escaping now. Nor do I wish to do so, fair brother, said he, but tell me by their father's soul whence came the damsels who I saw in the yard, leaving clothes of silk and gold. I enjoy seeing the work they do, but I am much distressed to see their bodies so thin and their faces so pale and sad. I imagine they would be fair and charming if they had what they desire. I will tell you nothing, with a reply, seek someone else to tell you. That will I do, since there is no better way. Then he searches until he finds the entrance of the yard where the damsels were at work, and coming before them he greets them all and sees tears flowing from their eyes as they weep. Then he says to them, may I please God to remove from your hearts and turn to joy this grief, the cause of which I do not know. One of them answers, may you be heard by God to whom you have addressed your prayer. It shall not be concealed from you who we are and from what land. I suppose that is what you wish to know. For no other purpose came I here, says he. Sire, it happened a long while ago that the king of the isle of damsels went seeking news through diverse courts and countries, and he kept on his travels like a dunce until he encountered this perilous place. It was an unlucky hour when he first came here, for we wretched captives who are here receive all the shame and misery which we have in no wise deserved, and rest assured that you yourself may expect great shame and misery. But, at any rate, so it came about that my Lord came to this town where there are two sons of the devil, do not take it as a jest, who were born of a woman and an imp. These two were about to fight with the king whose terror was great, for he was not yet 18 years old and they would have been able to cleave him through like a tender lamb. So the king in his terror escaped his best he could, by swearing that he would send hither each year as required, 30 of his damsels, and with this rent he freed himself. And when he swore, it was agreed that this arrangement should remain in force as long as the two devils lived. But upon the day when they should be conquered and defeated in battle he would be relieved from this tribute, and we should be delivered who are now shamefully given over stress and misery. Never again shall we know what pleasure is. But I spoke folly just now when referring for our deliverance, for we shall never more leave this place. We shall spend our days weaving cloths of silk without ever being better clad. We shall always be poor and naked, and shall always suffer from hunger and thirst, for we shall never be able to earn enough to procure for ourselves our bread supply is very scarce, a little in the morning and less at night, for none of us can gain by her handiwork more than four pence a day for her daily bread. And with this we cannot provide ourselves with sufficient food and clothes, for though there is not one of us who does not earn as much as twenty sews a week, yet we cannot live without hardship. Now you must know that there is not a single one of us who does not do twenty worth of work or more, and with such a sum even a duke would be considered rich. So while we are reduced to such poverty, he for whom we work is rich with the product of our toil. We sit up many nights as well as every day to earn the more, for they threaten to do us injury when we seek some rest, so we do not dare to rest ourselves. But why should I tell you more? We are so shamefully treated and insulted that I cannot tell you the fifth part of it all. But what makes us almost wild with rage is that we very often see rich and excellent nights who fight with the two devils lose their lives on our account. They pay dearly for the lodging they receive, as you will do tomorrow, for whether you wish to do so or not, you will have to fight single-handed and lose your fair renown with these two devils. May God, the true and spiritual, protect me, said my Lord of Aime, and give you back your honor and happiness if it be his will. I must go now and see the people inside there and find out what sort of entertainment they will offer me. Go now, Sire, and may he protect you who gives and distributes all good things. Then he went out until he came to the hall where he had gone, good or bad, to address him. Then he and his companion passed through the house until they came to a garden. They never spoke of or mentioned stabling their horses, but what matters it, for those who considered them already as their own had stabled them carefully. I do not know whether their expectation was wise, for the horses' owners are still perfectly hailed. The horses, however, hang and stand and litter up to their belly. My Lord of Aime and his company enter the garden. There he sees, reclining upon his elbow upon a silken rub, a gentleman to whom a maiden was reading from a romance about I know not whom. There had come to recline there with them and listened to the romance, a lady, who was the mother of the damsel, as the gentleman was her father. They had good reason to enjoy seeing and hearing her, for they had no other children. She was not yet sixteen years old and was so fair and full of grace that the God of love would have devoted himself entirely to her service if he had seen her and would never have made her fall in love with anybody except him. For her sake he would have become a man and would lay aside his deity and would smite his own body with that dart whose wound never heals unless some base position attends to it. It is not fitting that anyone should recover until he meets with faithlessness. Anyone who is cured by other means is not honestly in love. I could tell you so much about this wound, if you were pleased to listen to it, that I would not get through my tale today. But there would be someone who would promptly say that I was telling you but an idle tale. For people don't fall in love nowadays, nor do they love as they used to do so they do not care to hear of it. But here now in what fashion and with what manner of hospitality my Lord of Aims received all those who were in the garden leapt to their feet when they saw him come and cried out this way fair sire may you and all you love be blessed with all that God can do or say. I know not if they were deceiving him but they receive him joyfully not or pleased that he should be comfortably lodged. Even the Lord's daughter serves him very honourably as one should treat a worthy guest. She released him of all his arms, nor was it the least attention she bestowed on him when she herself washed his neck and face. The Lord wishes that all honour should be shown him, as indeed they do. She gets out from her wardrobe of folded shirt, white drawers, needle and thread for leaves which she sews on thus clothing him. May God want now that this attention and service may not prove too costly to him. She gave him a handsome jacket to put on over his shirt and about his neck she placed a brand new spotted mantle of scarlet stock. She takes such paves to serve him well that he feels ashamed and embarrassed. For the damsel is so courteous and open-hearted and polite he feels she is doing very little and she knows well that it is her mother's will that she shall leave nothing undone for him which she thinks may win his gratitude. That night at table he was so well served with so many dishes that there were too many. The servants who brought in the dishes might well have been weary by serving them. That night they did him all manner of honour putting him comfortably to bed and near him again after he had retired. His lion lighted his feet as his custom was. In the morning when God lighted his great light for the world as earliest was consisted in one who was always considerate, my lord of vain,