Читать книгу The Book of Romance - Andrew Lang - Страница 29

At length they reached an open space where there was a black lawn, and on the lawn a black hawthorn, whereon hung a black banner on one side, and a black shield and spear, big and long, on the other. Close by stood a black horse covered with silk, fastened to a black stone. A Knight, covered with black armour, sat on the horse, and when she saw him the damsel bade him ride away, as his horse was not saddled. But the Knight drew near and said to her, ‘Damsel, have you brought this Knight from King Arthur’s Court to be your champion?’ ‘No, truly,’ answered she, ‘this is but a kitchen boy, fed by King Arthur for charity.’ ‘Then why is he clad in armour?’ asked the Knight; ‘it is a shame that he should even bear you company.’ ‘I cannot be rid of him,’ said she, ‘he rides with me against my will. I would that you were able to deliver me from him! Either slay him or frighten him off, for by ill fortune he has this day slain the two Knights of the passage.’ ‘I wonder much,’ said the Black Knight, ‘that any man who is well born should consent to fight with him.’ ‘They do not know him,’ replied the damsel, ‘and they think he must be a famous Knight because he rides with me.’ ‘That may be,’ said the Black Knight, ‘but he is well made, and looks likely to be a strong man; still I promise you I will just throw him to the ground, and take away his horse and armour, for it would be a shame to me to do more.’ When Sir Beaumains heard him talk thus he looked up and said, ‘Sir Knight, you are lightly disposing of my horse and armour, but I would have you know that I will pass this lawn, against your will or not, and you will only get my horse and armour if you win them in fair fight. Therefore let me see what you can do.’ ‘Say you so?’ answered the Knight, ‘now give up the lady at once, for it ill becomes a kitchen page to ride with a lady of high degree.’ ‘It is a lie,’ said Beaumains, ‘I am a gentleman born, and my birth is better than yours, as I will prove upon your body.’

With that they drew back their horses so as to charge each other hotly, and for the space of an hour and a half they fought fiercely and well, but in the end a blow from Beaumains threw the Knight from his horse, and he swooned and died. Then Beaumains jumped down, and seeing that the Knight’s horse and armour were better than his own, he took them for himself, and rode after the damsel. While they were thus riding together, and the damsel was chiding him as ever she did, they saw a Knight coming towards them dressed all in green. ‘Is that my brother the Black Knight who is with you?’ asked he of the damsel. ‘No, indeed,’ she replied, ‘this unhappy kitchen knave has slain your brother, to my great sorrow.’ ‘Alas!’ sighed the Green Knight, ‘that my brother should die so meanly at the hand of a kitchen knave. Traitor!’ he added, turning to Beaumains, ‘thou shalt die for slaying my brother, for he was a noble Knight, and his name was Sir Percard.’ ‘I defy you,’ said Beaumains, ‘for I slew him as a good Knight should.’

Then the Green Knight seized a horn which hung from a horn tree, and blew three notes upon it, and two damsels came and armed him, and fastened on him a green shield and a green spear. So the fight began and raged long, first on horseback and then on foot, till both were sore wounded. At last the damsel came and stood beside them, and said, ‘My lord the Green Knight, why for very shame do you stand so long fighting a kitchen knave? You ought never to have been made a Knight at all!’ These scornful words stung the heart of the Green Knight, and he dealt a mighty stroke which cleft asunder the shield of Beaumains. And when Beaumains saw this, he struck a blow upon the Knight’s helmet which brought him to his knees, and Beaumains leapt on him, and dragged him to the ground. Then the Green Knight cried for mercy, and offered to yield himself prisoner unto Beaumains. ‘It is all in vain,’ answered Beaumains, ‘unless the damsel prays me for your life,’ and therewith he unlaced his helmet as though he would slay him. ‘Fie upon thee, false kitchen page!’ said the damsel, ‘I will never pray to save his life, for I am sure he is in no danger.’ ‘Suffer me not to die,’ entreated the Knight, ‘when a word may save me!’ ‘Fair Knight,’ he went on, turning to Beaumains, ‘save my life, and I will forgive you the death of my brother, and will do you service for ever, and will bring thirty of my Knights to serve you likewise.’ ‘It is a shame,’ cried the damsel, ‘that such a kitchen knave should have you and thirty Knights besides.’ ‘Sir Knight,’ said Beaumains, ‘I care nothing for all this, but if I am to spare your life the damsel must ask for it,’ and he stepped forward as if to slay him. ‘Let be, foul knave,’ then said the damsel, ‘do not slay him. If you do, you will repent it.’ ‘Damsel,’ answered Beaumains, ‘it is a pleasure to me to obey you, and at your wish I will save his life. Sir Knight with the green arms, I release you at the request of this damsel, and I will fulfil all she charges me.’

Then the Green Knight kneeled down, and did him homage with his sword. ‘I am sorry,’ said the damsel, ‘for the wounds you have received, and for your brother’s death, for I had great need of you both, and have much dread of passing the forest.’ ‘Fear nothing,’ answered the Green Knight, ‘for this evening you shall lodge in my house, and to-morrow I will show you the way through the forest.’ And they went with the Green Knight. But the damsel did not mend her ways with Beaumains, and ever more reviled him, till the Green Knight rebuked her, saying Beaumains was the noblest Knight that held a spear, and that in the end she would find he had sprung from some great King. And the Green Knight summoned the thirty Knights who did him service, and bade them henceforth do service to Beaumains, and keep him from treachery, and when he had need of them they would be ready to obey his orders. So they bade each other farewell, and Beaumains and the damsel rode forth anew. In like manner did Sir Beaumains overcome the Red Knight, who was the third brother, and the Red Knight cried for mercy, and offered to bring sixty Knights to do him service, and Beaumains spared his life at the request of the damsel, and likewise it so happened to Sir Persant of Inde.

And this time the damsel prayed Beaumains to give up the fight, saying, ‘Sir, I wonder who you are and of what kindred you have come. Boldly you speak, and boldly you have done; therefore I pray you to depart and save yourself while you may, for both you and your horse have suffered great fatigues, and I fear we delay too long, for the besieged castle is but seven miles from this place, and all the perils are past save this one only. I dread sorely lest you should get some hurt; yet this Sir Persant of Inde is nothing in might to the Knight who has laid siege to my lady.’ But Sir Beaumains would not listen to her words, and vowed that by two hours after noon he would have overthrown him, and that it would still be daylight when they reached the castle. ‘What sort of a man can you be?’ answered the damsel, looking at him in wonder, ‘for never did a woman treat a Knight as ill and shamefully as I have done you, while you have always been gentle and courteous to me, and no one bears himself like that save he who is of noble blood.’ ‘Damsel,’ replied Beaumains, ‘your hard words only drove me to strike the harder, and though I ate in King Arthur’s kitchen, perhaps I might have had as much food as I wanted elsewhere. But all I have done was to make proof of my friends, and whether I am a gentleman or not, fair damsel, I have done you gentleman’s service, and may perchance, do you greater service before we part from each other.’ ‘Alas, fair Beaumains, forgive me all that I have said and done against you.’ ‘With all my heart,’ he answered, ‘and since you are pleased now to speak good words to me, know that I hear them gladly, and there is no Knight living but I feel strong enough to meet him.’

So Beaumains conquered Sir Persant of Inde, who brought a hundred Knights to be sworn into his service, and the next morning the damsel led him to the castle, where the Red Knight of the Red Lawn held fast the lady. ‘Heaven defend you,’ cried Sir Persant, when they told him where they were going; ‘that is the most perilous Knight now living, for he has the strength of seven men. He has done great wrong to that lady, who is one of the fairest in all the world, and it seems to me as if this damsel must be her sister. Is not her name Linet?’ ‘Yes, Sir,’ answered she, ‘and my lady my sister’s name is dame Lyonesse.’ ‘The Red Knight has drawn out the siege for two years,’ said Sir Persant, ‘though he might have forced an entrance many a time, but he hoped that Sir Lancelot du Lake or Sir Tristram or Sir Gawaine should come to do battle with him.’ ‘My Lord Sir Persant of Inde,’ said the damsel, ‘I bid you knight this gentleman before he fight with the Red Knight.’ ‘That I will gladly,’ replied Sir Persant, ‘if it please him to take the order of knighthood from so simple a man as I am.’ ‘Sir,’ answered Beaumains, ‘I thank you for your goodwill, but at the beginning of this quest I was made a Knight by Sir Lancelot. My name is Sir Gareth of Orkney and Sir Gawaine is my brother, though neither he nor King Arthur, whose sister is my mother, knows of it. I pray you to keep it close also.’