Together, and said to her, 'Drive them on Before you;' and she drove them thro' the waste.
He follow'd nearer: ruth began to work Against his anger in him, while he watch'd The being he loved best in all the world, With difficulty in mild obedience
Driving them on: he fain had spoken to her, And loosed in words of sudden fire the wrath And smoulder'd wrong that burnt him all within ; But evermore it seem'd an easier thing
At once without remorse to strike her dead, Than to cry Halt,' and to her own bright face Accuse her of the least immodesty :
And thus tongue-tied, it made him wroth the
That she could speak whom his own
ear had Call herself false and suffering thus he made Minutes an age: but in scarce longer time Than at Caerleon the full-tided Usk, Before he turn to fall seaward again, Pauses, did Enid, keeping watch, behold In the first shallow shade of a deep wood, Before a gloom of stubborn-shafted oaks, Three other horsemen waiting, wholly arm'd, Whereof one seem'd far larger than her lord, And shook her pulses, crying, 'Look, a prize! Three horses and three goodly suits of arins, And all in charge of whom? a girl: set on.' Nay' said the second,' yonder comes a knight.' The third, 'A craven; how he hangs his head.' The giant answer'd merrily,' Yea, but one? Wait here, and when he passes fall upon him.'
And Enid ponder'd in her heart and said, 'I will abide the coming of my lord, And I will tell him all their villainy. My lord is weary with the fight before,
And they will fall upon him unawares. I needs must disobey him for his good; How should I dare obey him to his harm? Needs must I speak, and tho' he kill me for it, I save a life dearer to me than mine.'
And she abode his coming and said to him With timid firmness, Have I leave to speak? He said, 'You take it, speaking,' and she spoke.
'There lurk three villains yonder in the wood, And each of them is wholly arm'd, and one Is larger limb'd than you are, and they say That they will fall upon you while you pass.'
To which he flung a wrathful answer back : 'And if there were an hundred in the wood, And every man were larger-limb'd than I, And all at once should sally out upon me, I swear it would not ruffle me so much As you that not obey me. Stand aside, And if I fall, cleave to the better man.'
And Enid stood aside to wait the event, Not dare to watch the combat, only breathe Short fits of prayer, at every stroke a breath. And he, she dreaded most, bare down upon him. Aim'd at the helm, his lance err'd; but Geraint's, A little in the late encounter strain'd,
Struck thro' the bulky bandit's corselet home, And then brake short, and down his enemy roll'd, And there lay still; as he that tells the tale, Saw once a great piece of a promontory, That had a sapling growing on it, slip
From the long shore-cliff's windy walls to the
And there lie still, and yet the sapling grew: So lay the man transfixt. His craven pair Of comrades, making slowlier at the Prince,
When now they saw their bulwark fallen, stood; On whom the victor, to confound them more, Spurr'd with his terrible war-cry; for as one, That listens near a torrent mountain-brook, All thro' the crash of the near cataract hears The drumming thunder of the huger fall At distance, were the soldiers wont to hear His voice in battle, and be kindled by it, And foemen scared, like that false pair who turn’d Flying, but, overtaken, died the death
Themselves had wrought on many an innocent.
Thereon Geraint, dismounting, pick'd the lance That pleased him best, and drew from those dead wolves
Their three gay suits of armour, each from each, And bound them on their horses, each on each, And tied the bridle-reins of all the three Together, and said to her, 'Drive them on Before you,' and she drove them thro' the wood.
He follow'd nearer still: the pain she had To keep them in the wild ways of the wood, Two sets of three laden with jingling arms, Together, served a little to disedge
The sharpness of that pain about her heart : And they themselves, like creatures gently born But into bad hands fall'n, and now so long By bandits groom'd, prick'd their light ears, and felt Her low firm voice and tender government.
So thro' the green gloom of the wood they past, And issuing under open heavens beheld A little town with towers, upon a rock, And close beneath, a meadow gemlike chased In the brown wild, and mowers mowing in it : And down a rocky pathway from the place There came a fair-hair'd youth, that in his hand Bare victual for the mowers: and Geraint
Had ruth again on Enid looking pale:
Then, moving downward to the meadow ground, He, when the fair-hair'd youth came by him, said, Friend, let her eat; the damsel is so faint.'
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Yea, willingly,' replied the youth; and you, My lord, eat also, tho' the fare is coarse, And only meet for mowers;' then set down His basket, and dismounting on the sward They let the horses graze, and ate themselves. And Enid took a little delicately,
Less having stomach for it than desire
To close with her lord's pleasure; but Geraint Ate all the mowers' victual unawares,
And when he found all empty, was amazed; And Boy,' said he, 'I have eaten all, but take A horse and arms for guerdon; choose the best.' He, reddening in extremity of delight, My lord, you overpay me fifty-fold.'
'You will be all the wealthier,' cried the Prince. 'I take it as free gift, then,' said the boy, 'Not guerdon; for myself can easily,
While your good damsel rests, return, and fetch Fresh victual for these mowers of our Earl; For these are his, and all the field is his, And I myself am his; and I will tell him How great a man you are: he loves to know When men of mark are in his territory: And he will have you to his palace here, And serve you costlier than with mowers' fare.'
Then said Geraint, 'I wish no better fare: I never ate with angrier appetite
Than when I left your mowers dinnerless. And into no Earl's palace will I go.
I know, God knows, too much of palaces! And if he want me, let him come to me. But hire us some fair chamber for the night, And stalling for the horses, and return
With victual for these men, and let us know.'
'Yea, my kind lord,' said the glad youth, and went Held his head high, and thought himself a knight, And up the rocky pathway disappear'd,
Leading the horse, and they were left alone.
But when the Prince had brought his errant eyes Home from the rock, sideways he let them glance At Enid, where she droopt: his own false doom, That shadow of mistrust should never cross Betwixt them, came upon him, and he sigh'd; Then with another humorous ruth remark'd The lusty mowers labouring dinnerless,
And watch'd the sun blaze on the turning scythe, And after nodded sleepily in the heat. But she, remembering her old ruin'd hall, And all the windy clamour of the daws About her hollow turret, pluck'd the grass There growing longest by the meadow's edge, And into many a listless annulet,
Now over, now beneath her marriage ring, Wove and unwove it, till the boy return'd And told them of a chamber, and they went; Where, after saying to her, 'If you will, Call for the woman of the house,' to which She answer'd, 'Thanks, my lord;' the two remain'd Apart by all the chamber's width, and mute As creatures voiceless thro' the fault of birth, Or two wild men supporters of a shield. Painted, who stare at open space, nor glance The one at other, parted by the shield.
On a sudden, many a voice along the street, And heel against the pavement echoing, burst Their drowze; and either started while the door, Push'd from without, drave backward to the wall, And midmost of a rout of roisterers,
Femininely fair and dissolutely pale, Her suitor in old years before Geraint, Enter'd the wild lord of the place, Limours.
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