Am I so bold, and could I so stand by, And see my dear lord wounded in the strife, O me, I fear that I am no true wife." Half inwardly, half audibly she spoke, And the strong passion in her made her weep True tears upon his broad and naked breast, And these awoke him, and by great mischance He heard but fragments of her later words, And that she fear'd she was not a true wife. And then he thought, "In spite of all my care, For all my pains, poor man, for all my pains, She is not faithful to me, and I see her Weeping for some gay knight in Arthur's hall." Then tho' he loved and reverenced her too much To dream she could be guilty of foul act, Right thro' his manful breast darted the pang That makes a man, in the sweet face of her Whom he loves most, lonely and miserable. At this he hurl'd his huge limbs out of bed, And shook his drowsy squire awake and cried, "My charger and her palfrey," then to her, "I will ride forth into the wilderness; For tho' it seems my spurs are yet to win, I have not fall'n so low as some would wish. And you, put on your worst and meanest dress And ride with me." And Enid ask'd, amazed, "If Enid errs, let Enid learn her fault." And moving toward a cedarn cabinet, For Arthur on the Whitsuntide before Wet from the woods, with notice of a hart First seen that day: these things he told the king. So with the morning all the court were gone. But Guinevere lay late into the morn, Lost in sweet dreams, and dreaming of her love For Lancelot, and forgetful of the hunt; But rose at last, a single maiden with her, Took horse, and forded Usk, and gain'd the wood; There, on a little knoll beside it, stay'd Waiting to hear the hounds; but heard instead. Of womanhood and queenhood, answer'd him: That I but come like you to see the hunt, Not join it." "Therefore wait with me," she said; "For on this little knoll, if anywhere, There is good chance that we shall hear the hounds: Here often they break covert at our feet." And while they listen'd for the distant hunt, And chiefly for the baying of Cavall, King Arthur's hound of deepest mouth, there rode Whereof the dwarf lagg'd latest, and the knight In the king's hall, desired his name, and sent And doubling all his master's vice of pride, Made answer sharply that she should not know. "Nay, by my faith, thou shalt not," cried the dwarf; Wroth to be wroth at such a worm, refrain'd "I will avenge this insult, noble Queen, And on the third day will again be here, Farewell." "Farewell, fair Prince," answer'd the stately Queen. "Be prosperous in this journey, as in all; And may you light on all things that you love, And live to wed with her whom first you love: But ere you wed with any, bring your bride, And I, were she the daughter of a king, Yea, tho' she were a beggar from the hedge, Will clothe her for her bridals like the sun." And Prince Geraint, now thinking that he heard The noble hart at bay, now the far horn, A little vext at losing of the hunt, By ups and downs, thro' many a grassy glade And show'd themselves against the sky, and sank. In a long valley, on one side of which, White from the mason's hand, a fortress rose; And on one side a castle in decay, Beyond a bridge that spann'd a dry ravine: |