Book I · GAMURET, part 6 of 11

¶Then e'en tho' she was a heathen Gamuret he bethought him well, That a heart more true and tender ne'er in woman's breast might dwell. Her purity was her baptism, and as water that washed her o'er Was the rain that streamed from her eyelids o'er her breast, and the robe she wore; 440 All her joy did she find in sorrow, and grief o'er her life did reign-- Then the queen she looked on the hero, and in this wise she spake again:

¶'With his army the king of Scotland hath sought me across the sea, For the knight was son to his uncle; yet no ill can he do to me, If here the truth be spoken, that is worse than the grief I knew 445 For Eisenhart's death!' and sorely she sighed that lady true; And many a glance thro' her tear-drops on Gamuret shyly fell, And her eyes to her heart gave counsel, and his beauty it pleased her well, (And she knew how to judge a fair face, since fair heathen she oft had seen,) And the root of true love and longing it sprang up the twain between. 450 She looked upon him, and his glances, they answering sought her own-- Then she bade them to fill the wine-cup, had she dared, it were left undone, And she grieved she might not delay it, since to many a hero brave Who spake with the maids this wine-cup the signal of parting gave. Yet her body was e'en as his body, and his look did such courage give 455 To the maid, that she thought henceforward in the life of the knight to live.

¶Then he stood upright, and he spake thus, 'Lady, I weary thee, Too long methinks do I sit here, I were lacking in courtesy! As befitting true knight and servant I mourn for thy woe so great, Lady, do thou command me, I will on thy bidding wait. 460 Wherever thou wilt, there I wend me. I will serve thee in all I may!' And the lady she quoth in answer, 'I believe thee, Sir Knight, alway!'

¶Then his kindly host the Burg-grave, of his labour would nothing spare Lest the hours of his stay be heavy; and he asked if he forth would fare, And ride round the walls of the city? 'The battle-field shalt thou see, 465 And how we would guard our portals!' then Gamuret courteously Made answer, he fain would see it, the field where they late had fought, And the place where brave deeds of knighthood had by gallant hands been wrought.

¶And noble knights rode with him adown from the palace hall, Some were wise, some were young and foolish,--So rode they around the wall 470 To sixteen gates, and they told him not one of them might they close Since Eisenhart's death called for vengeance--'So wrathful shall be our foes Our conflict it resteth never, but we fight both by night and day, Nor our portals since then we fasten, but open they stand alway. At eight of our gates they beset us, true Eisenhart's gallant knights, 475 And evil shall they have wrought us; spurred by anger each man doth fight, The princes of lofty lineage, the king of Assagog's ban!' And there floated before each portal a banner, so pale and wan, With a piercèd knight upon it. When Eisenhart lost his life His folk chose to them this symbol, as badge in the coming strife. 480 'But against these arms have we others, wherewith we their grief would still, And thus shalt thou know our banner; 'twas wrought at our lady's will, Two fingers in oath she stretcheth, that never such grief she knew As Eisenhart's death hath brought her (true sorrow for heart so true), And so doth it stand the semblance of our queen, on a samite white 485 Belakané in sable fashioned,--Since against us they came in might, (To avenge him for whom she sorrows) so she looks from our portals high. And proud Friedebrand's mighty army doth to eight of our gates stand nigh, Baptized men, from o'er the waters. A prince doth each portal hold, And forth from the gate he sallies, with his banners and warriors bold.' 490

¶'From the host of Gaschier the Norman, a count have we captive ta'en, And heavy methinks the ransom we may hope from that knight to gain; He is sister's son to Kailet, and the harm he to us hath done His nephew I ween shall pay for! Yet such prize have we seldom won. Here have we no grassy meadow, but sand, thirty gallops wide 495 Betwixt the tents and the trenches; here many a joust we ride.

¶And further his host would tell him, 'One knight, he doth never fail To ride forth, a fair joust seeking. (If his service shall nought avail With her who hath sent him hither, what boots it how well he fight?) Proud Heuteger is the hero, of him may I speak with right 500 For since our besiegers threaten there dawneth never a day But before the gates 'neath the castle, that knight doth his charger stay. And oft from that dauntless hero many tokens we needs must bear, That he smote through our shields at his spear-point, and costly their worth and rare When the squire from the shield doth break them. Many knights 'fore his joust must fall; 505 He would that all men may behold him, and our women they praise him all. And he who is praised of women, one knoweth that he doth hold The prize in his hand, and his heart's joy in full measure shall aye be told!'

¶But now would the sun, grown weary, its wandering rays recall; 'Twas time that the ride was ended--Then he sought with his host the hall, 510 And the evening meal was ready; and I needs of that feast must tell, 'Twas laid in a fitting order, and knightly 'twas served, and well. And the queen with mien so stately she unto his table came, (Here stood the fish, there the heron) and she counted it not for shame To ride adown from her palace, that herself she might be aware 515 If they cared for the guest as 'twas fitting, and with her rode her maidens fair. Low she knelt (and but ill it pleased him) and cut as it seemed her best For the knight a fitting portion; she was glad in her goodly guest. And she filled for him the wine-cup, and care for his needs would take, And well did he mark, the hero, her mien, and the words she spake. 520 And his fiddlers sat at the table, and over against the knight Was his chaplain: with shy looks shamefast, he spake to the lady bright: