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Hotv Balin was delivered by Merlin, and saved a knight

that would have slain himselffor love.

Then Merlin came thither and took up Balin, and gat him

a good horse, for his was dead, and bade him ride out of

that country. I would have my damosel, said Balin. Lo,

said Merlin, where she lieth dead. And King Pellam lay

so, many years sore wounded, and might never be whole till

Galahad the haut prince healed him in the quest of the

Sangreal, for in that place was part of the blood of our

Lord Jesus Christ, that Joseph of Arimathea brought into

this land, and there himself lay in that rich bed. And

that was the same spear that Longius smote our Lord to

the heart ; and King Pellam was nigh of Joseph's kin, and

that was the most worshipful man that lived in those days,

and great pity it was of his hurt, for through that stroke,

turned to great dole, tray and tene. Then departed Balin

from Merlin, and said. In this world we meet never no

more. So he rode forth through the fair countries and

cities, and found the people dead, slain on every side.
And all that were alive cried, O Balin, thou hast caused

great damage in these countries ; for the dolorous stroke

thou gavest unto King Pellam three countries are destroyed,

and doubt not but the vengeance will fall on thee at the

last. When Balin was past those countries he was passing

fain.

So he rode eight days or he met with adventure. And

at the last he came into a fair forest in a valley, and was

ware of a tower, and there beside he saw a great horse of

war, tied to a tree, and there beside sat a fair knight on

the ground and made great mourning, and he was a likely

72

MORTE DARTHUR

book ii

man, and a well made. Balin said, God save you, why be

ye so heavy ? tell me and I will amend it, an I may, to my

power. Sir knight, said he again, thou dost me great

grief, for I was in merry thoughts, and now thou puttest
me to more pain. Balin went a little from him, and looked
on his horse ; then heard Balin him say thus : Ah, fair

lady, why have ye broken my promise, for thou promisest
me to meet me here by noon, and I may curse thee that

ever ye gave me this sword, for with this sword I slay

myself, and puUed it out. And therewith Balin stert unto

him and took him by the hand. Let go my hand, said

the knight, or else I shall slay thee. That shall not need,

said BaUn, for I shall promise you my help to get you your

lady, an ye will tell me where she is. What is your name ?

said the knight. My name is Balin le Savage. Ah, sir, I
know you well enough, ye are the Knight with the Two

Swords, and the man of most prowess of your hands living.
What is your name .?

said Balin. My name is Garnish of

the Mount, a poor man's son, but by my prowess and

hardiness a duke hath made me knight, and gave me lands

;

his name is Duke Hermel, and his daughter is she that I

love, and she me as I deemed. How far is she hence ?

said Balin. But six mUe, said the knight. Now ride we

hence, said these two knights. So they rode more than a

pace, till that they came to a fair castle well walled and

ditched. I will into the castle, said Balin, and look if she

be there. So he went in and searched from chamber to

chamber, and found her bed, but she was not there. Then

Balin looked into a fair little garden, and under a laurel

tree he saw her lie upon a quilt of green samite and a

knight in her arms, fast halsing either other, and under

their heads grass and herbs. When Balin saw her lie so

with the foulest knight that ever he saw, and she a fair

lady, then Balin went through all the chambers again, and

told the knight how he found her as she had slept fast, and

so brought him in the place there she lay fast sleeping.

'The dolorous stroke "—Book II., Chapter XV.

CH. XVII HOW THAT KNIGHT SLEW HIS LOVE 73

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