'Fair lord, whose name I know not-noble it is, I well believe, the noblest-will you wear My favour at this tourney?' 'Nay,' said he, 'Fair lady, since I never yet have worn Favour of any lady in the lists. Such is my wont, as those, who know me, know.' 'Yea, so,' she answer'd; 'then in wearing mine Needs must be lesser likelihood, noble lord, That those who know should know you.' And he turn'd Her counsel up and down within his mind, And found it true, and answer'd, 'True, my child. Well, I will wear it: fetch it out to me: What is it?' and she told him 'A red sleeve Broider'd with pearls,' and brought it: then he bound Her token on his helmet, with a smile Saying, 'I never yet have done so much For any maiden living,' and the blood Sprang to her face and fill'd her with delight; But left her all the paler, when Lavaine His brother's; which he gave to Lancelot, Who parted with his own to fair Elaine : 'Do me this grace, my child, to have my shield In keeping till I come.' 'A grace to me,' She answer'd, 'twice to-day. I am your squire !' Whereat Lavaine said, laughing, 'Lily maid, For fear our people call you lily maid In earnest, let me bring your colour back; Once, twice, and thrice: now get you hence to bed :' So kiss'd her, and Sir Lancelot his own hand, And thus they moved away: she stay'd a minute, Paused by the gateway, standing near the shield Sparkle, until they dipt below the downs. Then to her tower she climb'd, and took the shield, There kept it, and so lived in fantasy. Meanwhile the new companions past away Far o'er the long backs of the bushless downs, To where Sir Lancelot knew there lived a knight Not far from Camelot, now for forty years A hermit, who had pray'd, labour'd and pray'd, And ever labouring had scoop'd himself In the white rock a chapel and a hall On massive columns, like a shorecliff cave, And cells and chambers: all were fair and dry; But when the next day broke from underground, And shot red fire and shadows thro' the cave, They rose, heard mass, broke fast, and rode away: Then Lancelot saying, 'Hear, but hold my name Hidden, you ride with Lancelot of the Lake,' Dearer to true young hearts than their own praise, At last he got his breath and answer'd, 'One, One have I seen-that other, our liege lord, The dread Pendragon, Britain's King of kings, Of whom the people talk mysteriously, He will be there-then were I stricken blind That minute, I might say that I had seen.' So spake Lavaine, and when they reach'd the lists By Camelot in the meadow, let his eyes Run thro' the peopled gallery which half round Lay like a rainbow fall'n upon the grass, Until they found the clear-faced King, who sat Robed in red samite, easily to be known, Two dragons gilded, sloping down to make Blazed the last diamond of the nameless king. 'Me you call great: mine is the firmer seat, |