 CHAPTER X How the Danzel of Denmark went in search of Amides and by adventure after much toil came to the poor rock where Amides was, who called himself Beltenabros. Ten days that Danzel of Denmark remained in Scotland, not so much for pleasure as because she had suffered much from the sea and for the ill success of her search, and she feared that to return, when she had sped so ill, would be the death of her mistress. At length she took her leave and receiving presents from the Queen of Scotland to Queen Brezena in Odyana and Mabilia she embarked for Great Britain, not knowing what other cause to pursue. But that Lord of the world, who to those who are utterly without hope or remedy shows something of his power, that we may know it is he that helpeth us, and not our own wisdom, he changed her voyage to her own great fear, and the fear and sorrow of all in the ship, for the sea began to rage, and such a tempest arose that the sailors lost all power over the ship, and all knowledge of their course, and the ship was driven wither the winds would, they that were in her having no hope of life. At last, one morning, they came to the foot of the poor rock. Some of them knew the place, and said that Andalod the Hermit lived there, which when the Danzel heard, she ordered them to put to land, that being rescued from such a danger she might hear mass from that holy man, and return thanks to the Virgin Mary for the mercy which her glorious son had shown them. Belton Abroes was sitting at this time by the fountain under the trees, where he had passed the night, and he was now so reduced that he did not expect to live fifteen days. What was weeping, and with the wasting away of sorrow, his face was more deadly pale than sickness could have made it, and so worn down, and won, that no one could have known him. He saw the ship and the Danzels in two squires landing. But his thoughts being wholly bent upon death, the things that once gave him pleasure as in seeing strangers that he might help them if they needed sucker, now had become hateful. So he rose and went into the chapel, and told the Hermit that there were strangers landed, and coming up, and then he knelt before the altar, and prayed God to have mercy upon his soul, for he was soon going to his account. The Hermit vested himself to say mass, and the Danzel, with Duran and Eno, entered. After she had prayed, she uncovered her face. Belton Abroes rose from his knees, and seeing her and Duran, the shock was so great that he fell down senseless. The Hermit thought him dead and exclaimed, Ah, Lord Almighty, why has it not pleased thee to have pity upon him who might have done so much in thy service? And the tears fell fast, down his long white beard. Good Danzel, said he, let these men help me to carry him to his chamber. I believe it is the last kindness we can do him. Eno and Duran assisted to lift him up, and they carried him into his chamber, and laid him upon a poor bed, and neither of them knew him. After the Danzel had heard mass, she resolved to make her meal ashore, for she was wary of the sea. So by chance, she asked who that poor man was, and what sore sickness afflicted him. He is a knight who liveth here in penance. He is greatly to be blamed, quoth she, to choose so desert a place. It is as you say, replied the Hermit, for he has done so for the foolish vanities of the world, more than for the service of God. I will see him, said the Danzel, since you tell me he is a knight, perhaps there may be something in the ship which would relieve him. That you may do, but he is so near his end that I believe death will ease you of that trouble. Beltenebros was lying upon his bed, thinking what he should do. If he made himself known, that would be breaking his lady's command, and if he did not, he should remain without any hope or possible remedy. But he thought to disobey her would be worse than death, and so determined to be silent. The Danzel came to the bedside, and said, Good man, I learn from the Hermit that you are a knight, and because Danzels are beholden to all knights for the dangers they encounter in our defence, I resolved to see you and leave with you anything which is in the ship that may contribute to your health. He made her no answer, but sobbed with such exceeding passion that she thought his soul was departing, and because the room was dark she opened a shutter for light, and drew near to see if he were dead. They looked at each other some time and the Danzel knew him not. At last she saw a scar in his face. It was the mark of a wound which Arkelos had given him with his lance when Odiana was rescued. Then, though before she had no suspicion, she knew that this was Amadeus. Ah, holy Mary, help me, you are he, sir, and fell with her face upon the bed and knelt down and kissed his hands. Now, sir, said she, your compassion imparted are needed for her who has wronged you, for if her unjust suspicion have reduced you to this danger she herself with more reason passes a life more bitter than death. Beltenebros took her in his arms and held her a while, having no power to speak. She then gave him the letter. Your lady sends you this, and she bids you if you are the same Amadeus whom she loves so well, to forget the past and come to her in the castle of Meraflores, and there receive her atonement for your wrongs which excessive love occasioned. Amadeus kissed the letter, and placed it upon his heart, saying, Heart, take thy remedy, for there was none other that could save thee. This was the letter. If great faults committed by enmity, when humbly acknowledged, deserve pardon, what shall we say to those which preceded from excessive love? Not that by this do I deny, my true friend, that I deserve exceeding punishment, for neither having considered your truth, that had never before failed, nor my own mind in how passionate a state it was, I pray you receive this damsel as coming from one who humbly confesseth her fault, and who will tell you the wretchedness which she endures, who requests your pity, not because she deserves it, before your comfort, as well as her own. Such joy had beltenebros at this letter, that he was lost even as in his past sorrow, and tears that he did not feel ran down his cheeks. It was agreed between them that the damsel should give out how she took him aboard for his health's sake, because on that rock he could have no help, and that as soon as possible they should take land and leave the ship. Beltenebros then told the hermit by what happy chance the damsel had found him, and besought him that he would take charge of the monastery that was to be built by his command at the foot of the rock of the firm island. This the old man promised, and Beltenebros then embarked, being known of none but the damsel. They soon landed with the two squires, and left the mariners. Presently they found a pleasant place upon the side of a brook, with many goodly trees, and there they resolved to rest, because Beltenebros was so weak, and there, if it had not been that the absence of his lady afflicted him, he would have passed the pleasantest life, and best for his recovery that might be, for under those trees, where the brook springs arose, they had their meals, and there was their tent for the night. There related they to each other, all that had passed, and a pleasure was it now to him to talk over his misery. Ten days they remained, and in that time he so regained his strength that his heart felt its old inclination for arms. He made himself known to Durham there, and took enil for his squire, who knew not whom it was that he served, but was well content with him for his gentle speech. Hence departing in four days they reached an unnery. There they determined that he and enil should abide, while the damsel and her brother went to Mira Flores. She then gave Beltenebros money to buy horses and armour, and for his wants, and she left behind her part of the Queen of Scotland's presence, that she might send Durham for them as if they had been forgotten, and so he might bring news. CHAPTER XI. How Don Galeor and Floristan and Agrias, having gone a long time in search of Amides, and found no trace of him, came all disconsolate to the court of King Lozoate. After their years vain search, Agrias, Galeor and Floristan met at the place appointed, which was a chapel half a league from London. Gandalene came with Floristan, and when he found no tidings of his master he said to them that they should leave their lamentation and begin their search again, remembering what Amides would have done for them if they had been in light case. So they determined to enter the court, and if they learned nothing there to set out again upon their quest, and they wept to think how happily they had accomplished all adventures that had befallen them, and yet had failed to find him whom they sought. Then, having heard mass at the chapel, they rode towards the city. It was St. John's Day, and presently they met King Lozoate riding out with all his knights in honour of that holy day, because the saint was so great a saint, and also because on that day he had been made King. When he saw three errant knights approaching, he drew nigh to welcome them. Great joy was there when they unhelmed, and at first Zoate thought Floristan was Amides, for he had resembled him, but Gandolin and the Dwarf, when they beheld this meeting, wept with great grief. The new soon spread. Greatly was Corisanda rejoiced there at, and Olinda, the gentle friend of Agriès, who knew how he had passed under the arch of true lovers. Mabilia, in joy for her brother's coming, went for Odiana, who was sitting sorrowfully at her chamber window reading. She answered, weeping and sighing, as if her heart strings would have broken. How can I go? Do you not see my face and eyes? How they show that I have been weeping? And how can I see those knights and whose company I was want to see Amides? It is better to die. Mabilia comforted her, how she could. The damsel might yet bring tidings. Nay, quoth Odiana, if these knights have failed who have sought him so far and so long, how shall she succeed, a woman, and seeking him but in one place? But she may induce him to discover himself, said Mabilia, for she carries comfort to him, and knows the secret of his love, which they did not. So she cheered her, and made her wash her eyes, and called Olinda to go with them to the queen. Look, quoth the king to Galeor, how ill your friend Odiana is. I grieve to see her thus, replied he. Reason is it that we should try to help her health by our services. My good friend Galeor, said she, God it is who heals sickness and sorrow, and if it pleases him, he will me and recover your brother Amides, whom you have lost and whom we all lament. Anon and outcry was heard, without, for Gandalin and the Dwarf seeing their master's shield, where it was hung, began till lament allowed, and the knights were comforting them. What, cried Lizwate, is Gandalin here? Floristan answered, I met him two months ago seeking for his master, and made him bear me company. I hold Gandalin, said the king, to be one of the best squires in the world, and we ought to comfort him. So he rose and went out to him. When Odiana heard the name of Gandalin and the lamentation that he was making, she grew pale and would have fallen, but Galeor and Floristan caught her. Mabilia, who knew the cause, ran to her and put her arms round her neck. Good and true friends, then said Odiana to the two brethren, if I do not show you what honour I ought and desire to show, I pray you impute it to its true cause, this sore illness. And then she went to her chamber. Dear friend, said she to Mabilia, since we entered the city of London, I have never been without some cause of sorrow. Let us go to Miraflores. That is a delightful place, and there I can have the comfort of solitude. We will ask your parents permission, said Mabilia. And there the damsel of Denmark will find us, and there you may the more freely see him, when he shall be found. Ah, quoth Odiana, let us lose no time. This castle of Miraflores was about two leagues from London, a little place, but the pleasantest abode in all the land, for it was in a wood by the side of a mountain, surrounded with orchards and gardens that abounded with fruits and flowers, and there were fountains in the courts canopied with trees that all the year round bore flower and fruit. The king one day had taken the queen and the princess, there when he was hunting, and because the princess was much pleased with the place, he gave it her for her own. About a bow-shot from the gate was a nunnery, which she had founded and there were nuns in it of holy life, so that night she asked permission of Lizwade and her mother to retire there, which was readily granted. The king, being at table with Agrias and his cousins, said to them, I trust we shall have good news of Amides, for I have sent thirty nights of the best of my household to seek him, and if they fail take you as many as you will and seek him. But I beseech you do not depart till after a battle which has been appointed between me and Kildedan of Ireland, who is a king renowned in arms, and has married the daughter of King Abbeyes, whom Amides slew. The battle is to be in hundred against in hundred, and the quarrel this. That kingdom has been obliged to pay tribute to the kings of Britain. Kildedan demands battle on condition that if he be conquered, the tribute should be doubled. But if he succeed, the country shall be freed therefrom. I trow he will need all his nights and friends. The three companions, albeit loath to have their search delayed, yet could they not refuse to stay and share the peril. After the cloths were removed, Floristan Bade Gandalin go to Mabilia, who wished to see him. He went accordingly, and when they saw each other they both wept. Ah, lady, quoth he, what great wrong hath Odiana done to you and to your lineage, in depriving you of the best night in the world. And what wrong hath she done to him, who never erred against her in deed nor word? Ill hath God bestowed such beauty and such goodness when this could be in her, and yet none hath lost so much by it as herself. Say not thus, Gandalin, cried Mabilia, what she did was from exceeding love, and in the belief that he was loving another. And then she related all that had been said by Ardian concerning the broken sword. Oh God, quoth Gandalin, where were all your understandings? He would have buried himself alive for her displeasure, and she believed this? And thus is the best night in the world destroyed? Odiana had listened to all this. She came forward as if she had heard nothing, and weeping so that hardly could she speak, she said, oh Gandalin, God preserve and bless you, as you shall do what you ought. Lady said he, in tears also, what do you command me? Kill me, cried she, for I killed your master, and you should revenge his death, as he would have revenged yours. And then she fell senseless. The King Bade Grumadan, accompany his daughter to Mira Flores, and see that they were serving men left there, and porters for the gate, and all things needful. Early the next morning they set out, and when Odiana saw the place, how fresh it was with flowers and roses, and the water pipes and fountains, her mind felt greatly comforted. The keys of the castle and of the garden gates were every night to be carried by the porters to the Abbas at Elasta, that she might keep them securely. I have desired to have the keys by day, said Odiana to Mabilia, that Gandalin may get another set-made, so that if by good fortune Amadeus should come, he may admit him by the poster and door through the garden, and they are Odiana determined to remain till she saw Amadeus, or till she died in that solitude. Her apartments were full pleasant, and before the chamber door there was a little court wherein three trees grew, that quite shadowed it. And there they took their pleasure, but with great anxiety expected the damsel of Denmark in her tidings. The next day the porter came and said a squire asked for Mabilia. Let him in, quoth Odiana. It is Gandalin a right-good squire who was brought up with us, and is the milk brother of Amadeus, whom God preserved from harm. God preserve him indeed, cried the porter, for great loss to the world would it be if such a night were to perish. Lo now, said Odiana to her friend, as the porter went away, how Amadeus is loved by all, even by these simple men, an eye who was so loved by him, I have been his death. Herewithal Gandalin entered in Odiana, making him sit by her side, related how she had sent the damsel of Denmark to seek Amadeus, and what she had written to him. Think you, Gandalin, said she, that he will forgive me? You little know his heart, lady, quote the squire. By God, for the least word in the letter he will come, if you bade him he would bury himself alive under the earth. How much sooner will he come at your command? And the damsel of Denmark will sooner find him than all the persons in the world, for if he hid himself from me he will not show himself to another. And you, lady, should take comfort with this hope, lest he should find your beauty so altered when he comes and fly from you. What, Gandalin? See am I so ugly? Quelshi, being well pleased at his words. You seem so to yourself, said he, that you thus hide yourself where none may see you. I do it to this end, said Odiana, that when thy master cometh, if he would fly he may not be able. She then showed him the keys and bade him go get others made like them, that when his master came they might admit him at their pleasure. Gandalin took the keys to London and returned the same night with others so exactly like them, that there was no difference, except that these were new and the others old. Here they are, cried Mabilia, showing them to Odiana. Come, we have supp'd and all the people are at rest. Let us try them. They took hand and went in the dark to the post-earns that opened from the castle into the garden. When they were near the first, Odiana cried, I cannot go on, I am dying with fear. Fear nothing, Quothmabilia, laughing as she spake, when I am here to protect you, for I am cousin to the best knight in the world, and am going on his service. Odiana could not but smile. I will take courage and trust in your prowess in arms. Come on boldly, Quothmabilia, and see how I finish the adventure. If I fail, I swear for one whole year never to hang shield from my neck, nor gird on a sword. In this merry mood she opened the first post-earn, and presently the other, with his little difficulty, and then they were in the garden. How will he get over the wall? cried Odiana. At yonder corner, replied Mabilia, there must be a piece of wood laid on the other side, and we will give him our hands here. You must perform this labour, for it is you who will be paid for it. Odiana at this took hold of her cousin's quaff, and threw it on the ground, and they stood laughing for some time. Then returned, and fastened the gates, and went to rest. As Odiana lay down, Mabilia cried, I wish that poor wretch were here who is now despairing. Eat, cousin, and sleep, that you may recover your beauty, as Gandeline advised. END OF CHAPTER XI How, when King Lusarte was at table, there came in a strange night, armed at all points, and defied the king and all his court, and of what passed between him and Floristan, and how Odiana was comforted and Amadeus found. King Lusarte was at table, the cloths were removed and Galhauer, Floristan, and Agraeus were about to take their leave and conduct quarry-sanda to her island. When there came a strange night into the palace, all armed except his head and his hands, and with him two squires, and he carried in his hand a letter sealed with five seals, which on his knees he presented to the king, saying, Let this be read, and then I will say for what I am come. Lusarte saw that it was a letter of credence, and made him speak as erud. Then said the night, King, I defied thee on the part of Famon Gomedan, the giant of the Boiling Lake, Cardodacu, his nephew, giant of the Defended Mountain, and Madden Fadwell, his marriage-brother, the giant of the Vermilion Tower, and for Quadragante, brother of King Abys, and Archelaus the Enchanter. They tell thee that thy death, and the death of all who call themselves thine, is in their hands, for they are coming against thee on King Kildredan's side. Howbeit, if thou wilt give thy daughter Oriana to Madasima, the fair daughter of Famon Gomedan, to be her damsel and servant, they will not injure thee nor be thine enemies, but will give her in marriage when it is time to Basagante, Madasima's brother, who doth well deserved be lord of her and thy land. Therefore, King, look to thy choice, such peace or such war. The sword they smiled when he began to reply, as one who had said it not the defiance. Night, said he, better is a dangerous war than a dishonorable peace. A bad account should I render to him who hath placed me in this high rank, if, for lack of heart, I should so shamefully debase it. Tell them I would rather choose war over them, all the days of my life, and death in that war at last. Then consent to the peace they offer. Tell me where I may send a night to carry them this answer. They may be found, replied the ambassador, in the bordling lake, which is in the isle of Mungaza. I know not the manner of these giants, close to Swarte, whether a night can go amongst them safely. That, replied he, doubt not, where Don Quadrogante is present, no wrong can be committed. I will be his warrant. In God's name, said the Swarte, now tell me who you are. Landon, the son of Quadrogante's sister, we are coming to revenge the death of King Abes of Ireland, and greatly it grieves us that we cannot find him who slew him, neither know we whether he be alive or dead. I would you did know him to be alive, and well, all would then be right. I know wherefore you say this, replied Landon. You think him the best night living, but be I want, I may. You shall find me in the battle with King Silchardan, and see what I can do against you. I would rather have you in my service, answered the Swarte, but there will not be wanting those who will oppose you there. Meantime, Floristan's anger was arising. Night said he, I am a stranger in this country, and not vassal to the King, so that there is no quarrel between us for what you have said to him, nor do I undertake it because there are many knights in his household. But you say, you seek for amides, and cannot find him, that I believe is not to your loss, but if it pleases you to do battle with me, I am Don Floristan, his brother, let it be with this condition. If you are conquered, you shall give over the pursuit of vengeance. If I am slain, your wrath will in part be satisfied. For whatever sorrow you feel, for the loss of King Abyss, that and much greater would amides endure for my death. Landon replied, Don Floristan, I perceive you have a heart for battle, but I cannot satisfy you now, being bound to return with this embassy on an appointed day, and also having pledged myself to undertake no enterprise before the battle. But if I come from that field alive, I will meet you in the list. Landon, Quoth Floristan, you answer like a good honorable knight, as you are bound to do, let it be as you have said. And he gave his gloves and gauge to the king, and Landon gave the lapits of his armor, and the day for their combat was fixed for the thirtieth after the battle. The Swarte then sent a knight called Phyllis Spinoe, with Landon, to carry his reply, and they departed together. When they were gone, the king said to Galore, and Floristan, and their cousin Adreyes, you shall see something that will please you. And he sent for his daughter, Leonorecta, to come with her little damsels and dance before him, as she used to do, a thing which she had never ordered since the news that Amadeus was lost. She came, and the king said to her daughter, sing now the song which Amadeus, be in your night, made for your love. So the child and the other young damsels began to sing. Leonore, sweet rose, all of the flowers excelling, for thee I feel strange thoughts in me rebelling. I lost my liberty when I did gaze upon those lights which set me in amaze, and I of one free am now become a thrall. Put to such pain thou surfs thy friends with it all, and yet do I esteem this pain a pleasure. Endure it for thee whom I love out of measure. Leonore, sweet rose, all of the flowers excelling, for thee I feel strange thoughts in me rebelling. I little joy in any other sight. My heart is thine, thyself my chief delight. But yet I see the more that I do love, more smart I feel, more pain, more grief I prove. Well, let love rage, though he be angry ever. I'll take my loss for gain, and though I gain never. Leonore, sweet rose, all other flowers excelling, for thee I feel strange thoughts in me rebelling. And though to you I manifest my woes, my murderdom, my smart, another knows. One unto whom I secretly invoke, who is the cause of this my fire, my smoke, she hath a salve to cure my endless grief, and only let she may yield me some relief. Leonore, sweet rose, all other flowers excelling, for thee I feel strange thoughts in me rebelling. You should know by what occasion Amadeus made this song for the Princess Léonoreta. One day, as he was talking with Queen Bresena, Oriana, Mabilia, and Olinda, told Leonore Greta to go and ask Amadeus to be her knight, and that he would then serve her and no one else. The little girl went to him and did so, and Amadeus smiling, took her in his arms, and placed her on the astralo. Since she would have me be your knight, said he, give me some jewel and token that you hold me for yours. And then she took from her head a gold clasp set with gems, and gave it to him. All began to laugh at seeing how verily she believed the jest, and Amadeus, being thus chosen her knight, made for her this song. And when she and her damsels sung it, they were dressed alike, having garlands on their heads and garments of the same costliest and fashion as Léonoreta wore. She was a fair princess, albeit not so fair as Oriana, who had no peer, and afterwards she became impressive Rome, and her twelve little damsels were all daughters of counts and noble chiefs. So having sung their song, they knelt before the Swarty, and then returned to the Queen. Galore and Floristan and Agraeus then asked the king permission to guard Cori Sandahom. He took them aside and said, Friends, there are no other three in the world in whom I have the same confidence as in you. This battle is to be the first week in August, and you hear who are coming against me. And they will bring others with them, who are brave and terrible in arms. And they will bring others with them, who are brave and terrible in arms, and are also the nature and blood of the giants. Therefore I request you not to undertake any adventure that may delay you from being there to aid me. For with your aid, and the justice of my cause, I trust in God, my enemies, powerful as they are, will be put to shame. Seres said they, this command was not needed, as errant knights are wishes to be in danger, to be where, being conquerors, we may win the breakdown which we seek. Or if conquered, come to the end for which we were all born. We will presently return. So they took their leave and departed with Cori Sandahom. Gandeline, who saw them depart, went to Mira Flores and related to Oriana and Mabilia, all that had passed. Now, quote Oriana, is Cori Sandahom in all happiness, for she had with her Don Florestan, whom she loves. God ever continued her joy, for she is a good lady. And then she herself began to weep and cry, Lord God, let me see Amidis again, if it be but for a day. Gandeline greatly pitied her, but he affected anger instead. Lady, you will make me stay away from Mira Flores, for here are we looking for good tidings, and you will make us thus unhappy. Oriana wiped away her tears. Do not reproach me, Gandeline. I would do otherwise if I could, but whatever semblance I should put on, my heart is always weeping. But tell me, what will become the king my father, since Amidis will not be in the battle? He cannot so have hidden himself, replied Gandeline, that such news should not reach him. And though you have forbidden him your side, yet he may be present there, thinking them to merit pardon for a fault which he never consulted, nor thought to commit. While they were thus commuting, a little girl came running in. Lady, here is the damsel of Denmark, and she brings noble presence for you. At this her heart trembled and sunk within her, so that she could not speak, and that she was also altogether so agitated as one who expected life or death from the messenger who was coming. Mabilia answered for her. Tell the damsel to come to us alone, that we may speak with her in private. This she said that there be none to witness Oriana's agitation. But she herself and Gandeline were dismayed, not knowing what was to come. The damsel entered with a cheerful countenance, and nearly before Oriana gave her a letter. Here, lady, our tidings of joy, I have fulfilled all your commands, read and see if Amidis have not written it with his own hand. The letter fell from Oriana's hand. She trembled so with exceeding joy. She opened it and found in it the ring which she had sent by Gandeline to Amidis. They were upon he fought with Darden at Windsor, the witch she knew well and kissed it many times, and said, Blessed be the hour in which Thou were made, that art transferred with such joy from one hand to another. So when she had read the letter, and blessed God with lifted hands for his mercy, she made the damsel relate how she had found him. Greatly were they pleased at her wisdom in leaving a part of the presence with Amidis. Now then, said they, produce the rest before those who are here, and say how you have forgotten the others that we may send for them. They showed Durin to what part of the garden wall he was to bring Amidis, and he kissed Oriana's hands for sending him upon this errand, which might have toned for what unwittingly he had carried before. It was greed that Mabilia should publicly ask him to go, but he feigned himself little contented at the bidding, and said angrily to Mabilia, For you, lady, I will go, but not for the Queen or Oriana, for I have had great hardships in his journey for their pleasure. Friend Durin, said Oriana, you should not abrate us with your services, so that we shall not thank you for it. Your thanks, reply he, I believe will be worth about as much as my service. However, said he to Mabilia, Since you desire it, I will set out tomorrow. He then took leave, and went with Gondolin to the town to sleep, and Gondolin bathed him remembering him to his cousin Enel, and tell him, said he, to come and see me as soon as he can, for I have much to say to him, and request him while he continues with that night to see if he can learn any news of Amidis. This he said that Amidis might be the better disguised, and that he might not want a pretext to send Enel away, so Durin mounted his Palfrey the next morning, and departed. Chapter 13. How Beltenebros ordered arms to be made, and prepared to see his mistress Oriana, and of the adventures which befell him upon the road. While Beltenebros remained in the nunnery, his health and strength were covered, and he sent Enel to the next town to get arms made for him. A green shield with as many golden lines as it could hold, and to buy him a horse, and a sword and breastplate, the best he could find. In twenty days all was ready, as he had ordered it, and at the end of that time Durin arrived. Beltenebros was right glad to see him, and asked him before Enel how the damsel was, and wherefore he had returned. Durin answered that the damsel committed herself to him, and had sent for two jewels which she had left in her bed, and then he delivered to Enel the bidding of his cousin Gangalene. Who is Gangalene? said Beltenebros. A squire, my cousin, replied Enel, who long time served a night called Amades of Gaul. Then Beltenebros took Durin apart to walk with him, and heard the message of Oriana, and also how his brethren were to be in the battle with Siladan, and that the defiance that Fomongo Madan had sent, and how he had demanded Oriana to be serving damsel to his daughter, till he should give her and marriage to his son. When he heard this his flesh shook with exceeding anger, and he resolved in himself so soon as he had seen his lady to undertake no adventure till he had found Fomongo Madan, and fought with him a combat to the utterance of what he had dared propose. That night Beltenebros took leave of the nuns, and early the next day armed in his green armor. He set forth, and Enel with him, carrying his shield and helmet and lance. The day was clear, and he, feeling himself in his strength, and once more in arms, began to manage his horse skillfully that Enel said to him, I know not, sir, what the strength of your heart may be, but I never saw a knight appear so well in arms. The worth, quote Beltenebros, lies in a good heart, not in a good appearance. Happy dole hath he whom God has gifted with both. You have judged the one, judged the other, as you shall see it deserves when put to proof. Seven days they traveled without adventure, and Beltenebros, as he drew near, wore his helmet that he might not be known. On the eighth, as they were passing the foot of a mountain, they met at night upon a large bay horse, so huge in stature, so huge in stature that he appeared to be a giant, and two squires carrying his arms. He cried out with a loud voice to Beltenebros, stop, sir, tonight, till you have told me what I want to know. Beltenebros looked at the stranger's shield, and seen three golden flowers in a field of zure. He knew it was Don Cuadragonte, for he had seen a light shield in the firm island, hanging above all the others, as his who had approached nearest the forbidden chamber. But remembering Femmengamadan, he would willingly now have avoided battle, as also because he was on his way to Oriana, and fearless the great prowess of this night should cause him some delight. How be it he stopped and bade Inil to give him his arms if they were wanted. God protect you, quoth Inil. He looks to me more like a devil than a knight. He is no devil, quoth Beltenebros, but a right good knight of whom I have heard heretofore. By this Cuadragonte was come up and said to him, Knight, you must tell me if you belong to the household of King Lozuarte. Why ask you? Because I have defied him and all his household, and kill all of them whom I meet. Beltenebros felt his anger rising, and replied, You are one of those who have defied him. I am, and I am he who will do to him, and is all the evil in my power. And who are you? My name is Don Cuadragonte. Certes, Don Cuadragonte, not with standing your high lineage, and your great prowess in arms. This is a great folly in you to defy the best king of the world. They who undertake more than they can affect are rather rash than hearty. I am not this king's vassal, nor am I of his land. But for his goodness my heart is disposed to serve him, so that I may account myself among those whom you have defied. If you choose battle with me, you may have it, if not go your way. I believe not, said Cuadragonte. You speak this boldly because you know me so little. Pray you, tell me your name. They call me Beltenobros. You will know me by it no better than before, for it is the name of no renown. But though I am of a far land, I have heard that you are seeking Amidus of Gaul, and by what I hear of him it is no loss to you that you cannot find him. What, quoth Cuadragonte, do you prize him whom I hate so much, above me? Know that your death hour has arrived. I take thy arms and defend thyself if thou canst. I might do it with some doubt against others. He replied, but can have none in opposing thee who are so full of pride and threats. Then they ran their course, both felt the shock, the horse of Beltenobros reeled, and he himself was wounded at the nipple of his breast. Cuadragonte was unhorsed and hurt in the ribs. He rose and ran at Beltenobros. Who did not see him? For he was adjusting his helmet, and he mortally stabbed his horse. Beltenobros elighted and went against him, sordid in hand, in great anger. There was no courage in this, cried he. Your own horse was strong enough to have finished the battle without this discourtesy. The blows fell as thick and loud as though ten nights had been in combat, for both put forth all their strength and skill, and the fight lasted from the hour of tears till vespers. But then Cuadragonte overcome with fatigue, and with the blow that Beltenobros gave him on the helmet fell down senseless. Beltenobros took off his helmet to see if he were dead. The air arrived him. He placed the sword point at his face, and said, Cuadragonte, remember thy soul, for thou art a dead man. O Beltenobros, cried he, for God's sake let me live for my soul's sake, yield thyself vanquished, then, and promise to fulfill what I command. I will fulfill your will to save my life, said Cuadragonte. But there is no reason wherefore I should confess myself vanquished. He is not vanquished, who in his defense hath shown no fear, doing his utmost till strength and breath fail him, and he falls. But he who does not do what he could have done, for lack of heart. You speak well, said Beltenobros, and I like much what I have learned from you. Give me your hand and your promise, then, and he called the squires to witness it. You shall go forthwith to the court of King Lesuarte, and remain there till Amides arrives. And then you shall pardon him for the death of your brother, King Albis, for they, by their own will, fought in lists together, and such revenge, even among those of meaner degree, ought not to be pursued. Moreover, you shall make null of the defiance against King Lesuarte, and not take arms against those who are in his service. All this, did Cuadragonte promise against his will, and in the fear of death. He then ordered his squires to make a litter, and remove him. And Beltenobros' mounting, the bay horse of his antagonists, gave his arms to Ineel, and departed. Four damsels, who were hawking with a Merlin, had seen the battle, and they now came up, and requested Beltenobros would go to their castle, where he should be honorably welcomed, for the good will which he had manifested to King Lesuarte. He thankfully accepted their hospitality, being sore-wearyed with the struggle, and accompanied them. They found no other wound than that upon the nipple of his breast, which bled much. Albeit in three days he departed. On the second day at name, from a hilltop he beheld the city of London, and to the right thereof the castle of Meriflores, where his lady Oriana then abode. Here he stood a while, gazing, and devising how he might dispatch Inleel. Do you know this country, said he? Yes, replied Inleel. That is London, in the valley. Are we so near? But I will not go to the court till I have won some renown, and deserve to be there. Go you, therefore, and visit your cousin Gandeline, and there you will hear what may be said of me, and when the battle is to be with King Silverdon. But shall I leave you alone? I sometimes go alone, but we will first appoint a place to meet at. They proceeded a little way and saw three tents pitched by Riverside, the middle a rich one, and before it there were knights and damsels sporting, and he saw five shields at the entrance of one tent, and five at another, and ten armed knights. Therefore he turned aside from the road, that he might not joust with them. The knights called out to him to joust. Not now, said he, for you are many and fresh, and I am alone and weary. I believe, said the one, you are afraid you should lose your horse. Why should I lose him? Because he would be one by the man who dismounted you. A likelihood chance than that, you should win his. Since that is the case, said Beltenabros, I will ride on and secure him while I can. And he continued his course. The knights cried after him, your arms, sir Cavalier, are protected better by a smooth tongue than by a stout heart. They will last to be hung over your monument, though you should live three hundred years. Though you should live these hundred years. Think of me as you please, quote he, your words will not destroy my worth, such as it is. I would to heaven you would break one lance with me, cried the knight. I would not mount a horse again for a whole year if you rode to your lodging this night, upon that base deed. Good sir, said Beltenabros, that is the very thing I am afraid of, and has therefore got out of the way. Holy Mary, they all exclaimed, what a cowardly knight. He, nothing heeding them, rode on to afford at which he meant to cross when he heard a cry from behind. Stop, knight! And looking round, saw a damsel following him upon a palfrey, richly trepins. Sir Knight, said she, Leonoreta, daughter to King Lesuarte, is in yonder tent, and she and all her damsels request that for their sake, you will joust with her knights, a thing you will be more bound to do by this request than by their defiance. What, quote he, is the daughter of the queen there? I, truly, I should rather do her service myself than commit enmity against her knights. But at her command, I will consent on condition that they require for me nothing further than to joust. With this answer, the damsel returned, and Beltenabros took his arms and rode to an open part of the field to wait for the encounter. The first who came was the one who had such an inclination to win his horse. Beltenabros was pleased that this was the first. He unhorsed him, and bade in little take his horse, and said, Sir Knight, if you keep your word, you will not have another fall for a whole year, for so you promised, unless you won my bay. But he laid groaning, for he had three ribs and a hip broken. Three others shared the same fortune with less hurt. On the last, Beltenabros broke his lance. Ineel took their horses one by one, and tied them to the trees, and then Beltenabros would have departed. But he saw another knight making ready, and a squire brought him four lances, and said, Sir, Leona Rata sends you these lances. Bid you do your duty with them against the other knights, since you have overthrown their companions. For her sake, said he, he was daughter so good a king. I will do what she requires. But for her knights, I will do nothing, for they are just courteous to make knights who are traveling joust against their will. So he took a lance, and one after the other, dismounted all the rest. Only the last endured two encounters, and fell not till the third. For he was decorine of the perilous bridge, and was one of the good jousters in Great Britain. When Beltenabros had finished, he sent all the knights that he had won to Leona Rata, and bade him tell her knights to be more courteous to strangers, or else to joust better, for they might find a knight who would make them go afoot. The knights remained greatly abashed. If Amides were alive and well, Quothenek ran. Verily I should say this, were he, for I know no other who would have left us thus. It is not he, said Gadaseo. Some of us should have known him, and he would not have jousted with us, being his friends. Geontes, the nephew of King Oswarte, who was one of them, replied, Would it were Amides? Our designer would be well-gained. Be he who he may, God prosper him wherever he goes, for he won our horses like a good knight, and like a good knight, restored them. Cursed him, Quoth Lassimore, he has broken my hip and my ribs, but it was my own fault. Beltenabros went unsatisfied with his success, and admiring the lance which he held, for it was a good one. About a quarter of a legon, he saw a chapel overbowered with trees, and there he determined to alight for the sake of prayer, and because the great heat and the exercise of jousting had made him a thirst. At the chapel door were three palpheries equipped for women, and two for squires. He went in, but there was no one there, and commended himself from his heart to God and the Virgin. As he was coming out, he saw the three damsels and their squires sitting under the trees beside a fountain, and made up to them that he might drink, but neither of them did he know. Night, said they, are you of King Osuarte's household? I would, Quoth E. I were so good at night as to be approved at such a company, but wither go ye, to mirror forries, to see our aunt, who was Abbas there, and to see Oriana, the princess, but we are waiting here till the heat of the day be over. In God's name, Quoth E, and I will keep you company till it be time to travel. How is this fountain called? We know not, but there is one in Yonder Valley by those great trees there, which is called the Fountain of the Three Channels. He knew it better than they, for he had often passed that it went hunting. There he determined to fix a meeting place with Anil, whom he wished to send away while he went to his lady. Presently, while they were thus talking, there came along the road, which Bel Tenebros had passed, a wagon drawn by twelve puffries, and on it were two dwarfs who drove. There were many knights in chains in the wagon, and their shields were hanging at the side, and many damsels and girls among them, weeping and lamenting loudly. Before it went a giant, so great that he was fearful to behold. He rode a huge black horse, and he was armed with plates of steel, and his helmet broke, and his helmet shone bright, and in his hand, he had a boar spear. His point was a full arms length long. Behind the wagon was another giant, who appeared more huge and terrible than the first. The damsels, seeing them, were greatly terrified, and hid themselves among the trees. Presently, the giant who rode foremost turned to the dwarfs and cried, I will cut you to a thousand pieces if you suffer these girls to shed their own blood, for I mean to do sacrifice with it to my god, whom I adore. When Bel Tenerbros heard this, he knew it was Fomon Gomandadam, for he had accustomed to sacrifice damsels to an idol in the boiling lake, by whose advice and words he was guided in everything. And that sacrifice used to contain his god, being the wicked enemy, who was satisfied with such wickedness. At this time, Bel Tenerbros did not wish to encounter him, because he expected to be that night with Orianna, and also because his jowse with the ten knights had wearied him. But he needed knights in the wagon, and saw that Leonoreta and her damsels were there, for Fomon Gomandadam always took his wagon with him to carry away all he could find, had seized them and their tents shortly after their encounter. Immediately he mounted and called to Inel for his arms. But Inel said, Let those devils pass by first. Give me, quoth Bel Tenerbros, I shall try gods mercy before they pass, to see if I can redress this villainy. Oh, sir, cried the squire, why have you so little compassion upon your own youth? If the best twenty-ninths of King Losuatu's court were there, they would not venture to attack them. Care not thou for that, replied his master. If I let them pass without doing my best, I should be unworthy to appear among good men. You shall see my fortune. Inel gave him his arms, weeping, and Bel Tenerbros then descended the sloping ground to meet them. He looked toward Melaflores as he went, and said, Oh Aureana, my lady, never did I attempt the venture confiding in my own courage, but in you, my gentle lady, assist me now in this great need. He felt his full strength now, and all fear was gone, and he cried out to the dwarfs to stop. When the giant heard him, he came towards him with such a rage that smoke came through the visor of his helmet, and he shook his boar spear with such force that its ends almost met. Unheavy wretch cried he, who gave the boldness enough to dare appear before me, that Lord, quoth Bel Tenerbros, whom thou hast offended, will give me strength today to break thy pride. Come on, come on, cried the giant, and see if his power can protect thee from mine. Bel Tenerbros fitted the lance under his arm, and ran against him full speed. He smote him below the waist with such exceeding force that the spear burst through the plates of steel, and ran through him, even so as to strike the saddle behind, that the girth broke, and he fell with the saddle, the broken lance remaining in him. His boar spear had taken effect upon the horse of Bel Tenerbros, and mortally wounded him. The knight leapt off and drew his sword. The giant rose up, so enraged that fire came from him, and he plucked the lance from his wound, and threw it at Bel Tenerbros so forcibly that if the shield had not protected his helmet, it would have driven him to the ground. But his own bowels came out with the weapon, and he fell, crying, Help, Basilagante, I am slain! At this Basilagante came up as fast as his horse could carry him. He had a steel axe in his hand, and with this he thought to have cut his enemy in two. Bel Bel Tenerbros avoided the blow, and at the same time struck at the giant's horse. The stroke fell short, but the end of his sword cut through the stirrup leather, and cut the leg also half through. The giant and his fury did not feel the wound, though he missed the stirrup. He turned and raised his axe again. Bel Tenerbros had taken the shield from his neck, and was holding it by the thongs. The axe fell on it, and pierced in, and drove it from his hands to the ground. Bel Tenerbros had made another stroke, with the sword wounded Basilagante's arm, and falling below upon the plates of fine steel, broke, so that only the handle remained in his hand. Not for this was he a wit dismayed. He saw the knight could not pluck his axe from the shield, and he ran and caught it by the handle also. Both struggled. It was on that side where the stirrup had been cut away, so that Basilagante lost his balance. The horse started, and he fell, and Bel Tenerbros got the battle axe. The giant drew his sword in great fury, and would have ran at the knight, but the nerves of his legs were cut through. He fell upon one knee, and Bel Tenerbros smote him on the helmet, so that the laces burst, and it fell off. He, seeing his enemy so near, thought with his sword, which was very long, to smite off his head. The blow was aimed too high, it cut off the whole crown of the helmet, and cut away the hair with it. Bel Tenerbros drew back. The helmet fell over his head upon his shoulders, and Leonorecta and the damsels, who were on their knees in the wagon, praying to God to deliver them, tore their hair, and began to shriek and call upon the virgin, thinking he was surely slain. He himself put up his hand to feel if he were wounded to death, but feeling no harm, made again at the giant, whose sword, falling upon a stone in the last blow, had broken. Bazagante's heart failed him now. He made one stroke more, and cut him slightly in the leg with a broken sword. But Bel Tenerbros let drive the battle axe at his head. It cut away the ear, and the cheek, and the jaw, and Bazagante fell, writhing in the agony of death. At this time, Fomon Gomadon had taken off his helmet, and was holding his hands upon his wound to check the blood. When he saw his son slain, he began to blaspheme God and his mother's holy Mary, saying that he did not so much grief to die as that he could destroy their monasteries and churches, because they had suffered him and his son to be conquered by one night. Bel Tenerbros was then upon his knees, returning thanks to God, when he heard the blasphemer. He exclaimed, A curse of God and his blessed mother, Now shall thou suffer for thy cruelties, Pray to thine idol, that as thou has shed so much blood before him, he may stop this blood of thine from flowing out with thy life. The giant continued to curse God and his saints. Then Bel Tenerbros plucked the boar spirit from the horse's body and thrust it into the mouth of Fomon Gomadon, and nailed him backward to the earth. He then put on Bazagante's helmet that he might not be known. And mounting the other's horse rode up to the wagon and broke the chains of all who were prisoners therein. And he besought them to carry the bodies of the giants to King Oswarty, and say they were sent him by a strange night called Bel Tenerbros. And he begged the princess to permit him to take the black horse of Fomon Gomadon, because it was a strong and handsome horse, and he would ride him in the battle against King Sildedon. The bodies of the giants were so huge that they were obliged to bend their knees to lay them in the wagon. Leonoreta and her damsels made garlands for their heads, and being right joyful for their deliverance entered London singing in triumph. Much was King Oswarty astonished at their adventure. And the word for Quatoragante had already posited himself on the part of Bel Tenerbros, of whom nothing else was known, except what Cori Sanda had related. A wood he were among us, said the king. I would not lose him for anything that he should ask, and I could not grant. But when the kings and the heroes of the king went to the fountains of the three channels, where he concerted his going to Miroflores, where his Lady Orianna sojourned, and how a strange knight brought certain jewels which were to try true lovers to the court of the king, and how Amades agreed with his Lady Orianna that they too should go in disguise to try them. Bel Tenerbros, having taken leave of the princess, returned joyfully Anil go to London, and get him other arms made the same as those he wore, which were now so battered as to be useless, and he was to buy him another sword, and bring them in eight days to the fountain of the three channels. Anil forthwith departed, and the damsels also taking their leave, rode on to Mira Flores, and there told Oriana and Mabilia what great feats they had seen that day, achieved by a night called Beltenebros. He meantime struck into the forest, and rode slowly the same way, till he came to a brook winding among the trees, and there, for it was yet early, he alighted and took off his helmet, and drank of the water, and cleansed himself from the sweat of the battle. And there he remained, musing over his past and present fortunes, and the strange vicissitudes of life till night approached. When he made for the castle, Durin and Gandaline met him at the garden wall, and took his horse. Oriana and Mabilia, and the damsels were on the wall. They gave him their hands, presently he was over, and held Oriana in his arms. But who can tell what joy there then was, in embracing and kisses, and the mingling of tears, Mabilia roused them as from a dream, and led them into the castle, and there Beltenebros remained eight days with Oriana, in joys dearer to him than even paradise. Meantime, King Lisvarte was preparing for the battle against King Sildadan, which he much doubted, knowing what giants and mighty knights would be with his enemy. Thoristan and Galaor and Agarayas were returned, and Don Galvanes Lachlan had arrived, and many other good knights. The whole talk was of Beltenebros, and many said his deeds surpassed those of Amades. Whereat Galaor and Floresan were so enraged, that nothing but their promise to undertake no adventure before the battle, withheld them from seeking him, and proving him in mortal combat, but of this they only communed with each other. One day there came into the palace an old squire with two others, all clad in garments of the same cloth. The old man's beard was shorn, his ears were large, and the hair of his head grey. He kneeling before the king addressed him in the Greek language. Sir, the great fame which is gone abroad of the knights and dames and damsels of your court, hath brought me hither to see if I can find among them what for sixty years I have sought through all parts of the world, and reaped no fruit for my labour. O king, if you hold it good, permit that a trial may be made here, which shall not be to your injury nor to the shame of any. All who were present, desirous to see what it might be, besought the king's assent, which he, feeling the like curiosity, readily granted. The old squire then took in his hand a coffer of jasper, three cubits long, and a span wide, its sides being fastened with plates of gold. This he opened, and took out a sword so strange as the like was never seen. The sheath was of bone, yet green like an emerald, and so clear that the blade of the sword could be seen through, and it was unlike other blades, for the one half was as bright as it could be, and the other burning red like fire. The hilt was of the same green bone, and the belt also being made of such small pieces fastened together with gold screws that it could be girt on like a common belt. This the squire hung around his neck, and took from the same coffer a headdress of flowers. The half were off, were as beautiful and fresh as though they had just then been cut from the living stem. The other half so withered and dry, that it seemed they would crumble at a touch. The king asked why those flowers, that all seemed to grow from the same stem, were yet in such different condition, and what was the nature of that strange sword? King, said the old squire, this sword cannot be drawn from the scabbard, except by the knight who, of all men in the world, loveth his lady best, and as soon as he shall have it in his hand, the half which is now of burning red shall become clear and bright, like the other part, and the whole blade be of one color. And when this garland of flowers shall be set upon the head of that lady or damsel, that with the same surpassing love, doth love her husband or friend, the dry flowers shall again become fresh and green. And know, sir, that I cannot be knighted except by the hands of that true lover, nor take sword except from that loyal lady. For this, O king, having searched all other courts and parts of the world, I am come hither, after sixty years, hoping that as there is no court of emperor or king like this, here I may succeed at last. Tell me, said Lisuarte, how is it that the half which is burning red does not burn the scabbard? We shall hear, coathed squire, between Tartary and India, there is a sea so hot that it boils like water over a fire, and it is all green, and in that sea, serpents breed bigger than crocodiles, having wings where will they fly, and so venomous that all people run from them in fear. Nevertheless they, who at any time find one dead, esteem it much, being a thing excellent in medicine. These serpents have one bone, reaching from the head to the tail, it is so strong that the whole body is formed upon this one bone, and green as you see it here in this scabbard and hilt and belt, and because it grew in that boiling sea, no fire can burn it. Now I will tell you of this garland, the flowers are from trees in Tartary, in an island fifteen miles from the shore, the trees are only two, nor is it known that there are any such in any part elsewhere, but in that sea is a whirlpool so terrible that men fear to venture to take them, how be it they have dared pass and succeeded, sell them for what they will to ask, for this freshness in life green never fails. Having told you thus much, you shall know who I myself am. I am nephew of the best man of his own time, who was called Apolidon, and who long time dwelt here in your country in the firm island. My father was King Ganor, his brother, to whom he gave his kingdom, and my mother, daughter to the king of Panonia, and when I was of age to be knighted, my father, because of the exceeding love between him and my mother, made me promise to be made knight by none but the most true lover in the world, and to receive sword only from the truest lady. I lightly promised, thinking to accomplish this as soon as I should see my uncle Apolidon and his Grimanesa, but so it was that, when I arrived, Grimanesa was dead, and he, knowing wherefore I came, greatly pitted me, for it is the custom of my land that no one who is not a knight can reign therein. So having no remedy to give me then, he bade me return to him at a year's end, and at that time he gave me this sword and garland, telling me by the labor of this search to remedy the folly of such a promise. And now, sir, I beseech you as without wrong or shame it may be done, that you and your knights and the queen and her ladies be pleased to make the proof, and if such can be found as shall accomplish it, that the sword and garland be theirs, the prophet will be mine, and rest from my weary toil, and the honor yours above all other princes, that they who could accomplish this adventure were found in your court. The king then said that Santiago's day was but five days off, and then he had summoned many knights to be present, wherefore if it pleased him to wait so long, his chance of success would be greater among so many more knights. This the squire thought good. Gandaline was at this time in the court, and heard all that the squire had said. Fourth when he rode to Miraflores, Beldenebros and Oriana were playing chess in the little court under the trees. When he had related all that had passed, and how a day was appointed for the trial, Beldenebros sat musing for a while, lost in thought, till Gandaline and his cousin had left the place, and then as he looked up Oriana asked what had made him so deep in thought. Lady mine, go thee, if by God's help and yours my thought could be accomplished, I should be a happy man for ever. Dear friend, she answered, she who hath made you master of her person will do for you anything. He took her hands and kissed them often, and said, This is what I have been thinking, that if you and I could win this sword and garland, our hearts would be forever at rest, and all those doubts that have tortured us be utterly destroyed. But how can I do this, said Oriana, without great shame and greater danger to myself and to these damsels, who are private to our loves? Replied Beldenebros may easily be done. You shall go so disguised, and I will obtain such security from the king your father, that we shall be unknown as before strangers. Then do your pleasure, cause she, and God prosper it to good. I doubt not to gain the garland, if it is to be won by exceeding love. I will obtain your father's promise, said Beldenebros, that nothing shall be demanded from me against my own consent, and will go completely armed, and you, lady, shall have a cloak fastened round you, and your face muffled, so that you shall see all, yet no one see you. Let us call Mabilia, cried Oriana, without her counsel I must not adventure. So they called her and Gandolin, and the damsel of Denmark, and they, albeit they saw great peril, did not gain say their inclination, and Mabilia said there was a rich cloak among her mother's presence that the damsel had brought, which never had been worn or seen in that land. She brought it, and took Oriana apart, and dressed her in it, so that when she came out with her gloves on and her face cloths, no one knew her, though they looked narrowly. Lady Mine, cried Beldenebros, I never thought it would give me pleasure not to see and know you. He then bade Gandolin by the fairest pulphy that could be found in all that country, and bring it at midnight before the day of the adventure to the garden wall, and he told Durin to have his horse ready for him this evening, that he might meet Anil, and send him to obtain the security from King Lisuarte. Beldenebros rode that night through the forest, and at daybreak, reached the fountain of the three channels. Presently, Anil came up and brought with him the arms. They were good arms, and pleased him well. He then asked the squire what news of the court, and Anil told him the talk there was of his prowess, and was about to relate concerning the sword and garland, but Beldenebros said, This I learned three days since, from a damsel who made me promise to carry her secretly to this proof. This I must do, and will prove the sword myself, but as you know it is my will not to make myself known to the king, nor to any other till my deeds make me worthy. You must return directly and tell the king, that if he will promise and secure us that nothing shall be said or done to us against our pleasure, we will come and try the adventure, and say you before the queen and her ladies that this damsel makes me go greatly against my inclination. On the day of the proof meet me here at dawn, that the damsel may know if she has this security. Meantime I must return to bring her here, for she dwells afar off. Beldenebros then took his arms, and while Anil went to the city, lay down by the same brookside till night, then rode to Mira Flores. Beldene was ready to take his horse, and his fair friends expected him at the garden wall. What, sir cousin, coath Mabilia, seeing his arms, you return richer than you went. Do you not understand it, cried Oriana. He went to get arms, that he might free himself from this prison. Thus cheerfully they enter the castle, and they gave him food, for he had not eaten the whole day, lest he might be seen. End of Chapter 14, Book 2, Chapter 15 How Beldenebros and Oriana sent the damsel of Denmark to know what answer was given to their demand, and how they went to the proof. The next day the damsel of Denmark was sent to London to learn what answer Anil obtained, and to tell the queen and her ladies that Oriana was ill and did not rise. It was late before she returned, because the king had gone forth to meet Queen Briollania, who has come to his court, and brought with her three hundred nights, to go in search of Amades, as his brothers might dispose of them. Twenty damsels accompanied her, all dressed in mourning like herself, for in that dress had he found her, and that dress had she worn when he recovered for her her kingdom, and that she would wear till some tidings of him were known. Is she so handsome as they say? Quote Oriana. So save me, God lady, replied the damsel, as accepting yourself I think her the fairest and most graceful woman that I have ever seen, and it grieved her much when she heard of your melody, and she bade me say, when it pleased you, she would come and see you. I should be much pleased, answered Oriana, for she is the person in the world whom I most wish to see. Honor her well, said Beltenembros, for she well deserves it, although, lady, you have suspected something. Dear friend, no more of this, I know my thoughts were false. Of this trial, quote he, will make you more free from this, and me more subject. The garlands, said Oriana, will prove whether my error proceeded from excess of love. The damsel then told them how the king had promised Anil the security which he required. They rose at midnight before the day of the proof. Oriana was wrapped in Mabilias mantle, and her face muffled, and Beltenembros armed himself in his new arms. They crossed the wall. Gandaline was there with the horse and Palfrey. They mounted and rode alone into the forest. Mabilia and the damsel of Denmark remained in great fear, lest ills should befall. But when Oriana found herself in the midst of the forest at night, she was so affrighted that her whole body trembled, and her speech failed, and she began to apprehend that she might fail to accomplish the adventure. And that if so, her lover who now trusted in her so fully would suspect her truth, and then she wished she had never undertaken the danger. When Beltenembros perceived her agitation, he said, I would rather have died, lady, than brought you here, if I had thought you would have been so terrified. We had better turn back. And he turned his horse and led her Palfrey round. With an Oriana's heart changed, seeing that so great an adventure would be, for her sake, for gone. And she said, Dear friend, do not heed my fears, for I am a woman, and this is a strange place to me. Regard only what you as a good night ought to achieve. Dear lady, mine, called he, your prudence guides my folly, I can neither do or say other than you command me. So they proceeded, and about an hour before the dawn, reached the fountain. When it was broad day, Anil came up. Lady Damso said, Beltenembros, this is the squire of whom I spake, let us hear if the king grant your demand. Anil then told them what Lysuarte had promised, and that the proof was to begin immediately after mass. Beltenembros then gave him his shield and spear, the helmet he wore himself. They took the road to London, and in this guise entered the gate. All flocked to see them, crying out, this is the good night, Beltenembros, who sent here Don Quadragante and the giants. This is the prime of all knighthood, happy the damsel who comes in his guard. When Oriana heard this, she felt a pride to know herself the mistress of him who, by his great valor, could command all others. Thus they reached the palace, where the king and all his knights, the queen and her ladies, were assembled for the adventure. As soon as their approach was known, the king went to receive them at the entrance. They knelt to kiss his hand, but he withdrew it, saying, Good friend, I shall willingly observe your pleasure, for in a short time you have done more for me than ever knight did for king before. Beltenembros bowed thankfully but made no answer, and proceeded with his damsel up to the queen. But Oriana's flesh quivered with fear, seeing she was before her parents, but her true friend never let go her hand, and so they both knelt before Bresena. The queen raised them and said, Damsel, I know not who you are, never having seen you, but for the great services which this night hath performed, and for your own desserts also, you are both honorably and deservedly welcome. Beltenembros thanked her, but Oriana held down her head, as if for humbleness, and made no answer. The king and his knights then went on one side of the hall, the queen and her ladies to the other, but Beltenembros said that if it pleased the king he would stand apart with his damsel, and prove the adventure last of all. Visuarte then took the sword and drew it a hand's breath, no more. Macandón, the old squire, said, King, if there be no better lover in the court than you, I shall depart without my wish. And he thrust the sword back, for so it was to be at every trial. Then Galaor assayed, and could only draw a three-finger's breath. Florestan and Galvanes, and Gromedan, and Brando Uas and Ladacin all tried, none so successfully as Florestan, who drew it at a full palm's length. Don Wilan the pensive was next, and he drew it half out. Had you loved just as much again, said Macandón, you would have won the sword. Others there were who tried, but could not move it, and these the old squire called heretics in love. Then came Agarayes to the proof. He looked at Olinda, and thought surely the sword would be his, for his true and loyal love. He drew it within a hand of the point, and as he still attempted to pluck it forth, the burning part of the blade touched his cloak and burnt it. Then he retired sufficiently, rejoiced that he had so far exceeded all others. Almost Sir Knight, close old Macandón, had you been the winner, and I satisfied. Palomir and Dragones, who had arrived the day before, next assayed, and drew it no further than Galaur. Knights, quote the squire, if you had only as much of the sword as you can draw, you would have but little for your own defense. True, said Dragones, and if you should be knighted at the end of the adventure, you are not so young but that you may remember the ceremony. At this all laughed, but there remained no more to make the trial. Denebras then arose and took his lady by the hand, and went towards the sword. Sir Stranger, quote Macandón, this sword will become you better than the one you wear, yet I would not have you be so sure of it as to lay aside your own, for this is to be won by truth of heart, and not by force of arms. But he took the sword, and drew it from the scabbard, and immediately the whole blade became clear and shining with one brightness. When Macandón saw this, he knelt down and said, Oh, good night, God give the honor, for thou hast done great honor to this court. Reason is it that you should be beloved well by your lady, unless she be the falseest and most unreasonable of women. Now then give me the honor of knighthood, which I may receive from no other hand but yours, and you will give me with it lands and the Lordship over many good men. Good friend, replied Beltenebras, let the proof of the garland be made, then I will do with you what can rightly be done. And then he blessed the sword, and laying his own aside, hung it round his neck, and led his lady back to her station. Great were the praises then which he received for excellence in arms and in love, so that Galaor and Florestan were moved to great anger, for they thought it shame that any other than Amadeus should be esteemed above them, and they resolved within themselves that their first business after the battle with King Sildadan should be to fight him, and either die or show to the world the difference there was between him and their brother. Lisuarte now called upon the queen and her ladies to make their proof, without fear and in hope of honor, for she who won the garland, if Dame should be more loved and honored by her husband, if damsel acquire the praise of loyalty above all. Prisanna first placed the flowers on her own head. They did not in the least alter. Queen and madam, cooth old Makandon, if the king your husband gained little by attempting the sword, it seems you have well requited him. She answered nothing, but drew back greatly abashed. It was Brio Lania, that fair queen of Sobradisa. She like Prisanna produced no change. Lady and most fair damsel, cried the squire, you must be loved before you can love, so as to gain the garland. For other king's daughters came on, Eluida and Estraleta her sister, who was fair and proud, and Aldeva and Olinda the gentle. On her head the flowers began to revive, so that all thought she would win the praise, but they only began, and when the garland was taken off they withered again as before. More than a hundred other dames tried, but all with less success than Olinda, and all received their jest from the old squire. Orianna had felt a fear when Brio Lania made the proof, and she rejoiced at the failure lest had she succeeded. Her friend might deem it was for his love, for never had she seen so fair a damsel, and she thought surely that if his heart were not won by her, there was no danger of arrival. All others had now failed. She made a sign to Beltenebras to lead her up. The garland was placed round her head, and immediately the dry flowers quickened with full freshness and verdure. Excellent damsel, clothed Macandone, you are she for whom I saw forty years before you were born. Then the old squire besought Beltenebras to knight him, and that damsel to give him a sword. Let it be presently, said Beltenebras, for I cannot tarry. Macandone then put on white garments, and white armor over it like a new knight, and Beltenebras knighted him according to the manner, and put on his right spur. And Orianna girded on a rich sword which his squires had brought. The dames and damsels laughed at seeing him, and Aldeva said so loud that all heard her, what a fair child! And he will be a new knight as long as he lives. How know you that, cried the rest. She answered, because the dress he has now put on will last as long as himself. Well, damsels, quote the old man, I would not exchange my pleasure for your manners, my youth may be ranked with your modesty. The king was pleased at this reply, for he thought their speeches were unseemly. This done Beltenebras and his lady took leave of the queen, and Resena said to her daughter, Lady, though it is your pleasure not to be known here, yet I beseech you when you are returned home, ask of me whatever favour I can grant. I know her, Lady, quote Beltenebras, just as much as you do, though we have been seven days together, but this I can say, that she is fair, and she has locks that need not be thus concealed. Damsel said Briollania, I know you not, but if your friend love you as you love him, and as he will do if he be wise, love never made a better union. Her words gave pleasure to Oriana, and they took their leave and mounted, the king and Don Galaor accompanying them, and Beltenebras said to the king, take this damsel and honour her, sir, for she well deserves it, having honoured your court. Lisuarte took her bridle, and went he on talking with Galaor, who had little inclination for friendly talk with him, longing to engage him in battle. When they had gone a little way, Beltenebras took the bridle from the king and said, now, sir, God be with you, and if it please you that I should be one of your hundred in the battle, I shall willingly serve you. The king embraced and thanked him, and said that great part of his sphere was removed by having him on his part. They parted then, and Beltenebras and his lady, Anil following, entered the forest, he having round his neck that green sword, and she that garland of flowers upon her head. When they reached the fountain of the three channels, they saw a squire and horseback coming down the mountain, who said, Knight Arcalaus the enchanter bids you, send him that damsel, if you make him fetch her, he will cut off both your heads. Where is Arcalaus the enchanter? cried Beltenebras. The squire showed him where he and another knight were under a tuft of trees, both being armed, and their horses ready by them. Adhering this, Oriana could scarcely keep her seat upon the palfrey. Lady Damsel, fear not, quote he, if this sword fail me not, I will protect you. He then took his arms, the El Arcalaus I am a stranger night, who know him not, and have no reason to obey him. When Arcalaus heard this, he grew greatly enraged, and said to the knight with him, Nephew Lindorake, take that garland which the damsel wears for your mistress Madasima, if the knight attempts to hinder you, cut off his head, and hang the woman by the hair to a tree. Lindorake mounted and moved on to do it. He was a huge man, and well might be so, being son of Cartadake the giant of the defended mountain, by a sister of Arcalaus. Beltenebras held him at naught, and placing himself right in his way, for he had heard his errand cried, Night, you pass no farther, you shall not hinder me, quote he, from performing the pleasure of Arcalaus. Beltenebras answered, We shall see what your pride in his villainy can do. They couched their lances and ran. The lances broke, Lindorake fell with a trench in his body. He rose, being of stout heart, and seeing Beltenebras about to strike him, bent from the blow, and reeled, and fell upon the trenching, and drove it clean through his back, so that he died instantly. Arcalaus was riding up to help him. Beltenebras galloped up to him, and made him lose the joust, and struck at him with his sword, a blow that cut off the lance, and with it, half the hand, so that only his thumb was left. He turned to fly, and threw away his shield, and by the flitness of his horse escaped. Beltenebras then bade Anil take the shield in hand of Arcalaus, and the head of Lindorake to the king, and tell him what had happened. He and his lady went on their way, and rested beside a fountain till it was near night, then rode the Mira Flores. The squires were ready, and Mabilia and the damsel joyfully received them, for if there had been delay, they only expected death. Fair prizes have you won, called Mabilia, but they have cost us great alarm, and many tears. As Lisuarte and Galaur were returning to the town, a damsel came up and gave them each a letter, and rode away. The king read his thus, to thee, Lisuarte, king of Great Britain, I, Urganda, the unknown, send salutation, and I tell thee, that in the perilous and cruel battle between thee and king Sildadan, Beltenebras, in whom you confide, shall lose his name and his renown, and for one blow that he shall give, all his great deeds shall be quite forgotten. In that hour thou shalt be in the greatest extremity, and in all danger of death, when the sharp sword of Beltenebras shall shed thy blood. Cruel and dolerous will the battle be. There will be great rage and cruelty and no compassion, but at last, by three blows from the hand of Beltenebras, his party shall remain conquerors. Look to it, king, for she who sends thee this warning knows what is to come. Brave as the king's heart was, this letter dismayed him. He believed that Beltenebras was to lose his life, and that his own would be in the utmost danger. Although be it, he put on a good countenance, and gave the letter to Galaor, and asked his counsel, Sir, coath Galaor, I stand in need of your counsel myself. But if this battle can honorably be avoided, I should advise that it be done so. If that cannot be, you should not be in the field. By the sword of Beltenebras, your blood is to be shed, and by three blows from his hand his party are to remain conquerors. Thus I do not understand, for he is to be on your side, and yet the letter says otherwise. Friend, quote the king, your love for me makes you advise me ill. I must not, for the knowledge of any one, how wise so ever, distrust the power of him who ordaineth all things. My good friend, I be in the battle, and take what fortune it please God to give. The king's answer roused Galaor. Rightly you are esteemed the best king in the world, Cothi, and he then showed him his own letter. You, Don Galaor of Gaul, the strong and the brave, I organ the salute as him whom I esteem and love. Know from me what must befall you in the dolerous battle if you be there. After many cruelties and deaths that you will have witnessed in the last press, your strong body and stout limbs will fail your brave and ardent heart, and at the end your head will be in his power who, with the three blows that he shall give, is to decide the day. Friend, Cothi, if this say true, you will be slain if you enter the battle. I will so order that you may honorably decline it. Sir, said Galaor, it seems the advice I gave displeased you that you would command me to my shame. God forbid that I should hear and obey you. Don Galaor, you are right, the king answered. We will trust in God. Meantime say nothing of these letters, lest our friends should be discouraged. Before they entered the town, two knights came up to be present in the battle. They were Don Bruneo of Bonamar and Branfil his brother, and Bruneo grieved much that he had not arrived in time to prove the sword, for he had passed under the arch of loyal lovers, and by his love to Melissia doubted not that he should have won it. Him Galaor courteously saluted, and took to his lodging as a right worthy knight. Presently Anil arrived with the head of Lindorake hanging from the horse's breastplate and the hand and shield of Archelaus. Then was the great prowess of Beltenebrus more praised, and Galaor and Florestan more desirous to prove in battle that he was not equal to their lost brother Amades. At this time Phyllis Pinell returned, who had been sent with the king's defiance to the giants. He brought word that they were gone to Ireland, and would in four days' time land in the port of the plain where the battle was to be fought, and he brought with him this letter. To the great lord Lissuarte, king of Great Britain, and to all our friends in his dominions. I, Arban, a wretch, once king of North Wales, and I, Angriote of Estrevaus, inform you that our unhappy fortune has thrown us into the power of the fierce Gromadasa, wife of Amongumadan, who, in vengeance for the death of her husband and her son, inflicts upon us such torments, that we wish for death to relieve us, but she will not kill us that she may lengthen our sufferings, the which are such, that we should have ridden ourselves of life, if it were not for losing our souls thereby. But being now near death, we write this letter in our blood, praying God to grant you the victory over these traitors, who in such inhuman sort torment us. Great sorrow had the king here at, and all his knights. However he comforted them, assuring them that there was no other remedy or way of helping their friends than by conquering in this great battle, so they all prepared and set forth for the place appointed.