knight of the red lawns

events followed swiftly thereafter for their journey toward the castle of the dame lyoness was not made on easy road. yet through all these, good fortune stayed with them and so at least they were within a day's journey of their destination.

word had come to the red knight of the red lawns of the coming of sir gareth. word too had come to him of the brave deeds of this knight and his two companions. yet did the red knight find naught in it all but cause for great merriment.

"truly will their courage ooze from them when they behold those many knights hanging from yonder oaks, knights who thought to battle with me and so rescue the dame lyoness. nor did i blame them overmuch, for it is well worth hanging for, perchance to win a smile from so fair a lady. would that i could be so fortunate."

so said the red knight and sighed. no crueler knight there was in all of christendom yet was he gentle minded in his love for his fair lady. and though he would not free her of his presence and though he held her closely besieged within the castle, yet had he no desire that harm should come to her.

now he again made his way to her castle wall where his herald did blow his slughorn and announce that the red knight of the red lawns besought the light of the lady's countenance and also word with her.

after a due wait there came forth on a balcony within the wall a lady who was indeed beautiful. straight she held herself, straight and direct her look. soft brown hair, and her eyes shaded from a dark to lighter brown as they flashed her moods.

fine was her face, a face of true nobility and gentleness.

and as the red knight beheld her, his voice grew gentle, his words strangely softspoken.

"my lady, i am your loyal knight. i pray you to listen to me as i pledge again my loyalty and homage."

there was scorn in the lady's voice, as she cast a withering look upon the knight.

"soft are your words, sir knight. yet if i do not do the cat a great injustice it is the same softness as is hers when she spies her prey. for yonder i have proof of such knighthood as is yours." and dame lyoness pointed to the dead knights hanging from the trees.

"aye," replied the red knight, "and i would go further, i would tear such as would deign to keep me from you, limb from limb. yet, gentle lady, have i ever shown you proper courtesy and respect as you may well testify. what, i pray you, keeps me from entering this castle now and taking you by force, if need be?"

"my lord," answered dame lyoness simply, "that moment you enter these gates i shall drink this brew. a brew that will quickly dispose of all the misery that this earth holds for me. then will you be able to claim my dead body but naught else. if hope were not mine, if i did not feel certain that some brave knight would come here from king arthur's court to rescue me from your unwelcome presence, a knight sent here at the beseeching of my sister linet, i would long ago have drunk this poison and so rid the world of one who has brought naught but misery to many brave knights."

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he knocked with the hilt of his sword

"lady," the red knight rejoined, "i hear that such a knight is now on his way. yet have you overmuch faith in him or mayhap i have given you poor proof of my own skill and strength. if he should come, if his blood does not turn to water, think you he will win from the red knight?"

"yet do i so hope. i pray that he has greater skill and strength than yours. and i shall dare hope."

then did the lady turn and make her way within, giving the knight no further glance. ruefully he turned away, and so woeful a figure that few would have known him for the brave and commanding red knight of the red lawns.

there came the lady linet first of all our party of five. she it was who entered the gates of the castle of dame lyoness unmolested. so had it been arranged. there she recounted of sir gareth and of the others, too. she told of the knight's bravery and how he had overcome sir brian de les isles, and of all their other adventures. told too, of who sir gareth was, and how gentle and how eager he was to take up her gauntlet. until dame lyoness' eyes grew large and their shade dark brown. for she was overly pleased at the description of her champion.

"yet must he be of the strongest and most skillful," she said fearfully, "to overcome this cruel knight. for the red knight is far superior to even sir brian."

"dear sister," replied linet, "i have faith in this youthful knight. naught has he found too difficult as yet and i do not fear the red knight whom he meets tomorrow."

so the next morning, sir gareth arrived. awaited him the red knight of the red lawns who had been advised of his nearness.

as the lady's champion turned with the road, allan, breunor and walker with him, there rode forward to meet him, the knight he was to do battle with.

"what brings you here?" asked the red knight, though he knew full well.

"i come to the rescue of dame lyoness, who, it seems, is besieged by some unworthy knight who finds it worthy him to war on women."

"i am the red knight," the other replied without parley. "see you, my fair knight, yonder trees. see you the things that hang therefrom. they are the bodies of such other fools who have come here to teach me what i may or may not do."

"that, too," replied sir gareth, "makes me but doubly certain that knighthood is not the garment you should wear. i shall do battle with you, sir knight, so soon as you don armor. meantime i await your pleasure."

then did the three ride toward the castle. and as they neared it there came to the open window both the lady linet and the dame lyoness. low did the latter courtesy to them all, but chiefest to sir gareth. long did these two gaze at each other and in that gaze love was in the dawning.

now, the red knight came forward. for a few moments each watched the other, their horses stepping now this way, now that. then of a sudden, they made at each other, with all their might. and well it was that shields were there to meet the blows. for such was their force that breast plates, horsegirths and cruppers burst. both knights were sent to earth, sir gareth holding the reins of his bridle still in his hands. sore stunned was each for many minutes. wonder it was that neck of either was not broken.

now the two left their horses and with shields in front they battled with their swords. and they fought until midday and until they both lacked wind. so that each was forced to take rest.

from their window, the two ladies watched the affray. both of them prayed that harm should not come to their champion.

but the red knight watching them and seeing how in especial dame lyoness was interested, conceived a new idea.

"i fancy that when i overcome this knight and prepare to hang him, yonder good lady will give herself to me to save him. for she seems to care overmuch for him and greatly do i wish i were in his place. yet must she be the lady of the red knight." so he mused.

they fought all of the afternoon. now one would grovel in the earth, the other too weak to carry the battle to successful conclusion, now the second would grow equally weak.

then did they rest again and breunor and allan brought water for sir gareth so that he could drink and bathe his face. they rested for a half hour and then battled once again.

now the younger knight seemed weaker. the red knight pressed him hard as he saw this. things began to look dark for the lady's champion.

she, too, saw this. and coming far to the edge of the balcony she called out.

"sir gareth, i pray for your success." and as he looked toward her there was a great, eager light on her countenance. it gave to him renewed strength, renewed faith. as if he had ten men's strength. and so he turned on the red knight and the other could not withstay him. fearfully he struck him, such a fearful blow that the red knight never moved again. yet even as his foe succumbed, the victor slowly crumbled to the ground, spent and so weak that for a few seconds allan, breunor le noire and the two ladies who had hurried to him, thought he was dead.

in a few moments however the young knight opened his eyes. then, beholding the gentle face of dame lyoness, he closed them again, well content.