Which was my pride : for thou rememberest how | Yet now, I charge thee, quickly go again,
In those old days, one summer noon, an arm As thou art lief and dear, and do the thing
Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, I bade thee, watch, and lightly bring me word.”
Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful,

Then went Sir Bedivere the second time
Holding the sword -- and how I rowed acros y
And took it, and have worn it, like a king;

Across the ridge, and paced beside the mere, And, wheresoever I am sung or told

Counting the dewy pebbles, fixed in thought; In after-time, this also shall be known :

But when he saw the wonder of the hilt, But now delay not : take Excalibur,

How curiously and strangely chased, he smote And fling him far into the middle mere :

His palms together, and he cried aloud :Watch what thou seëst, and lightly bring me

" And if indeed I cast the brand away, word.”

Surely a precious thing, one worthy note,

Should thus be lost forever from the earth, To him replied the bold Sir Bedivere : “It is not meet, Sir King, to leave thee thus,

Which might have pleased the eyes of many men. Aidless, alone, and smitten through the helm – What good should follow this, if this were done ? A little thing may harm a wounded man ;

What harm, undone ? deep harm to disobey, Yet I thy hest will all perform at full,

Seeing obedience is the bond of rule. Watch what I see, and lightly bring thee word.” Were it well to obey then, if a king demand

An act unprofitable, against himself? So saying, from the ruined shrine he stept The King is sick, and knows not what he does. And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, What record, or what relic of my lord Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Should be to after-time, but empty breath Oli knights, and over them the sea-wind sang And rumors of a doubt ? but were this kept, Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping Stored in some treasure-house of mighty kings, down

Some one inight show it at a joust of arms, By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Saying, 'King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, Came on the shining levels of the lake.

Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake.

years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps There drew he forth the brand Excalibur

Upon the hidden bases of the hills.' And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon,

So might some old man speak in the after-time Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth To all the people, winning reverence. And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt: But now much honor and much fame were lost.”. For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work

So spake he, clouded with his own conceit, Of subtlest jewelry. He gazed so long

And hid Excalibur the second time, That both his eyes were dazzled as he stool,

And so strode back slow to the wounded King. This way and that dividing the swift mind,

Then spoke King Arthur, breathing heavily : In act to throw : but at the last it seemed

“What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard ?" Better to leave Excalibur concealed There in the many-knotted water-flags,

And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : That whistled stiff and dry about the marge.

“ I heard the water lapping on the crag, So strode he back slow to the wounded King. And the long ripple washing in the reeds."

Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere : To whom replied King Arthur, much in wrath : “Hast thou performed my mission which I gave?

Ah, miserable and unkind, untrue, What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard ?” Unknightly, traitor-hearted ! Woe is me!

Authority forgets a dying king, And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere :

Laid widowed of the power in his eye “I heard the ripple washing in the reeds,

That bowed the will. I see thee what thou art, And the wild water lapping on the crag.".

For thou, the latest-left of all my knights

In whom should meet the offices of all, To whom replied King Arthur, faint and pale : Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt; “Thou hast betrayed thy nature and thy name, Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Not rendering true answer, as beseemed Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Thy fealty, nor like a noble knight :

Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, For surer sign had followed, either hand, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence : Or voice, or else a motion of the mere.

But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, This is a shameful thing for men to lie.

I will arise and slay thee with my hands."

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Then quickly rose Sir Bedivere, and ran, Clothed with his breath, and looking, as he walked, And, leaping down the ridges lightly, plunged Larger than human on the frozen hills. Among the bulrush-beds, and clutched the sword, He heard the deep behind him, and a cry And strongly wheeled and threw it. The great Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. brand

Dry clashed his harness in the icy caves Made lightnings in the splendor of the moon, And barren chasms, and all to left and right And flashing round and round, and whirled in an The bare black cliffclanged round him, as he based arch,

His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Shot like a streamer of the northern morn, Sharp-smitten with the dint of arméd heels Seen where the moving isles of winter shock And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, By night, with noises of the northern sea. And the long glories of the winter moon. So flashed and fell the brand Excalibur : But ere he dipt the surface, rose an arm

Then saw they how there hove a dusky baryo, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful,

Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, And caught him by the hilt, and brandished him Beneath them; and descending they were ware Three times, and drew him under in the mere.

That all the decks were dense with stately forms, And lightly went the other to the King.

Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream, - ly

these Then spoke King Arthur, drawing thicker Three Queens with crowns of gold, — and from breath :

them rose Now see I by thine eyes that this is done.

A cry that shivered to the tingling stars, Speak out : what is it thou hast heard, or seen ?" And, as it were one voice, an agony

Of lamentation, like a wind that shrills And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere :

All night in a waste land, where no one comes, “Sir King, I closed mine eyelids, lest the gems

Or hath come, since the making of the world. Should blind my purpose, for I never saw,

Then murmured Arthur, “Place ine in the Nor shall see, here or elsewhere, till I die,

barge" ; Not though I live three lives of mortal men,

So to the barge they came. There those three So great a miracle as yonder hilt.

Queens Then with both hands I flung him, wheeling him ; Put forth their hands, and took the King, and But when I looked again, Lehold an arm,

wept. Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, That caught him by the hilt, and brandished him | But she that rose the tallest of them all,

And fairest, laid his head upon her lap, Three times, and drew him under in the mere.”

And loosed the shattered casque, and chafed liis

hands, And answer made King Arthur, breathing hard : And called him by his name, complaining loud, “My end draws nigh ; 't is time that I were gone. And dropping bitter tears against his brow Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, Striped with dark blood : for all his face was And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear

white My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die.”

And colorless, and like the withered moon

Smote by the fresh beam of the springing cast; So saying, from the pavement he half rose,

And all his greaves and cuisses dashed with drops Slowly, with pain, reclining on his arm,

Of onset ; and the light and lustrous curls And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes

That made his forehead like a rising sun As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere

High from the dais-throne — were parched with Remorsefully regarded through his tears,

dust; And would have spoken, but he found not words ; Or, clotted into points and hanging loose, Then took with care, and kneeling on one knee, Mixed with the knightly growth that fringed O'er both his shoulders drew the languid hands,

his lips. And rising bore him through the place of tombs.

So like a shattered column lay the King ;

Vot like that Arthur, who, with lance in rest, But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard, From spur to plunte a star of tournament, Like one that feels a nightmare on his bed When all the house is mute. So sighed the King, Before the eyes of ladies and of kings.

Shot through the lists at Camelot, and charged Muttering and murmuring at his ear “Quick, quick!

Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere : I fear it is too late, and I shall die."

“Ah ! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go ? But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge, / Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes ?

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For now I see the true old times are dead, The fourth week was beginning, the third already When every morning brought a noble chance,

past, And every chance brought out a noble knight. The Cid and his companions they are now agreed Such times have been not since the light that led at last. The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh.

“ The water is cut off, the bread is wellnigh But now the whole Round Table is dissolved

spent, Which was an image of the mighty world ; To allow us to depart by night the Moors will And I, the last, go forth companionless,

not consent; And the days darken round me, and the years,

To combat with them in the field our numbers Among new men, strange faces, other minds."

are but few;

Gentlemen, tell me your minds; what do you And slowly answered Arthur from the barge :

think to do ?” “The old order changeth, yielding place to new, Minaya Alvar Fañez answered him again : And God fulfils himself in many ways,

“We are come here from fair Castile to live like Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.

banished men ; Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me? There are here six hundred of us, beside some I have lived my life, and that which I have done nine or ten. May He within himself make pure ! but thou,

It is by fighting with the Moors that we have If thou shouldst never see my face again,

earned our bread ; Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by In the name of God that made us, let nothing prayer

more be said, Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy Let us sally forth upon them by the dawn of voice

day." Rise like a fountain for me night and day. The Cid replied, “Minaya, I approve of what For what are men better than sheep or goats

you say, That nourish a blind life within the brain,

You have spoken for the best, and had done so If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer

without doubt." Both for themselves and those who call them The Moors that were within the town they took friend?

and turned them out, For so the whole round earth is every way That none should know their secret ; they Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.

labored all that night ; But now farewell. I am going a long way

They were ready for the combat with the morning With these thou seëst, if indeed I go

light. (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) –

The Cid was in his armor mounted at their head ; To the island-valley of Avilion ;

He spoke aloud amongst them; you shall hear Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow,

the words he said : Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies

We must all sally forth! There cannot a man Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard-lawns

be spared, And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, Two footmen only at the gates to close them and Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.”

keep guard ; So said he, and the barge with oar and sail

If we are slain in battle, they will bury us here Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted If we survive and conquer, our riches will increase. swan,

And you, Pero Bermuez, the standard you must That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood

Advance it like a valiant man, evenly and fair, With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere

But do not venture forward before I give com. Revolving many memories, till the hull

mand." Looked one black dot against the verge of dawn, Bermuez took the standard, he went and kist And on the mere the wailing died away.

his hand. The gates were then thrown open, and forth at

once they rushed. THE SALLY OF THE CID FROM THE The outposts of the Moorish host back to the CASTLE OF ALCOCES.

camp were pushed ;

The camp was all in tumult, and there was such THE POEM OF THE CID."

a thunder THEY fain would sally forth, but he, the noble Cidl, Of cymbals and of drums, as if earth would Accounted it as rashness, and constantly forbid. cleave in sunder.

in peace,




goes !

There you might see the Moors arming them- | And many a Moorish shield lie shattered on the selves in haste,

plain, And the two main battles how they were forming The pennons that were white marked with a fast;

crimson stain, Horsemen and footmen mixt, a countless troop The horses running wild whose riders had been and vast.

slain. The Moors are moving forward, the battle soon The Christians call upon St. James, the Moors must join.

upon Mahound, "My men, stand here in order, ranged upon a line! There were thirteen hundred of them slain on a Let not a man move from his rank before I give little spot of ground. the sign."

Minaya Alvar Fañez smote with all his might, Pero Bermuez heard the word, but he could not He went as he was wont, and was foremost in the refrain.

fight; He held the banner in his hand, he gave his There was Galin Garcia, of courage firm and horse the rein ;

clear; “You see yon foremost squadron there, the Felez Munioz, the Cid's own cousin dear; thickest of the foes,

Antolinez of Burgos, a hardy knight and keen, Noble Cid, God be your aid, for there your banner Munio Gustioz, his pupil that had been;

The Cid on his gilded saddle above them all was Let him that serves and honors it show the duty seen ; that he owes."

There was Martin Munioz that ruled in MontEarnestly the Cid called out, “For Heaven's sake, mayor ; be still !"

There were Alvar Fañez and Alvar Salvador ; Bermuez cried, “I cannot hold," so eager was his These were the followers of the Cid, with many will.

others more, He spurred his horse and drove him on amid the in rescue of Bermuez and the standard that he Moorish rout;

bore. They strove to win the banner, and compast him Minaya is dismounted, his courser has been slain, about ;

He fights upon his feet, and smites with might Had not his armor been so true, he had lost

and main. either life or limb.

The Cid came allin haste to help him tohorse again. The Cid called out again, “For Heaven's sake, He saw a Moor well mounted, thereof he was

full fain ; succor him!” Their shields before their breasts, forth at once Through the girdle at a stroke he cast him to the

plain ; Their lances in the rest levelled fair and low, He called to Minaya Fañezand reached him out the Their banners and their crests waving in a row,

rein, Their heads all stooping down toward the saddle “Mount and ride, Minaya, you are my right hand; bow.

We shall have need of you to-day, these Moors The Cid was in the midst, his shout was heard

will not disband !" afar,

Minaya leapt upon the horse, his sword was in “I am Rui Diaz, the Champion of Bivar ;

his hand, Strike amongst them, gentlemen, for sweet Nothing that came near him could resist him or merey's sake!”

withstand; There where Bermuez fought amidst the foe they All that fall within his reach he despatches as

brake, Thrre hundred bannered knights, - it was a The Cid rode to King Fariz, and struck at him gallant show:

three blows ; Three hundred Moors they killed, a man with The third was far the best, it forced the blood to every blow;

flow : When they wheeled and turned, as many more The stream ran from his side, and stained his lay slain,

arms below; You might see them raise their lances and level The King caught round the rein, and turned his them again;

back to go. There you might see the breastplates, how they The Cid has won the battle with that single blow. were cleft in twain,

By an anonymous translator in the appendix to SOUTHEY'S

translation of " The Chronicle of the Cid."

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