"No knight or lady, good Lord Douglas, Lord Douglas turned him round about, And a deevil of a dour grimace. "How's this, how 's this, thou Tinkler loun? Hast thou presumed to lie on me?" "Faith that I have!" the Tinkler said, "And a right good turn I have done to thee; "For the lord of Ross and thy own true-love, The beauteous Harriet of Thirlestane, Rade west away, ere the break of day; And you'll never see the dear maid again; "Beshrew my heart," quo' the Tinkler lad, Thou bear'st thee most ungallantlye! If these are the manners of a lord, They are manners that winna gang doun wi' me." "Hold up thy hand," the Douglas cried, "And keep thy distance, Tinkler loun!" "That will I not," the Tinkler said, "My name 's Jock Johnstone," quo' the wight; "I winna keep in my name frae thee; "Though I and my mare should both go And here, tak thou thy sword again, doun!" "I have armor on," cried the Lord Douglas, "Cuirass and helm, as you may see." "The deil me care!" quo' the Tinkler lad ; "I shall have a skelp at them and thee.” "You are not horsed," quo' the Lord Douglas, "And no remorse this weapon brooks." "Mine's a right good yaud," quo' the Tinkler lad, "And a great deal better nor she looks. "So stand to thy weapons, thou haughty lord, Then to it they fell, both sharp and snell, And better friends we two shall be." But the Douglas swore a solemn oath, That was a debt he could never owe; He would rather die at the back of the dike Than owe his sword to a man so low. “But if thou wilt ride under my banner, "Woe worth thy wit, good Lord Douglas, To think I'd change my trade for thine; "To mend a kettle or a casque, You'd make a noble tinkler-man ! The Douglas he was forced to laugh Till down his cheek the salt tear ran : "I think the deevil be come here In the likeness of a tinkler man!" Then he has to Lord Douglas gone, "Be not cast down, my Lord Douglas, "T is true, Jock Johnstone is my name; "Jock Johnstone is my name, 't is true, But noble hearts are allied to me; For I am the lord of Annandale, And a knight and earl as well as thee." Then Douglas strained the hero's hand, And took from it his sword again: "Since thou art the lord of Annandale, Thou hast eased my heart of meikle pain. "I might have known thy noble form In that disguise thou 'rt pleased to wear; All Scotland knows thy matchless arm, And England by experience dear. "We have been foes as well as friends, And jealous of each other's sway; But little can I comprehend Thy motive for these pranks to-day." "Sooth, my good lord, the truth to tell, "T was I that stole your love away, And gave her to the lord of Ross An hour before the break of day; "For the lord of Ross is my brother, "But I thought meet to stay behind, "Judging it better some lives to spare, Which fancy takes me now and then, And settle our quarrel hand to hand, Than each with our ten thousand men. "God send you soon, my Lord Douglas, But never strike a tinkler again, DEATH OF ARTHUR. So all day long the noise of battle rolled Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur's Table, man by man, Had fallen in Lyoness about their lord, King Arthur: then, because his wound was deep, The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him, Sir Bedivere, the last of all his Knights, And bore him to a chapel nigh the field, Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere: "The sequel of to-day unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights To him replied the bold Sir Bedivere : "It is not meet, Sir King, to leave thee thus, Aidless, alone, and smitten through the helm. A little thing may harm a wounded man; Yet I thy hest will all perform at full, This way and that dividing the swift mind, Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere: "Hast thou performed my mission which I gave? What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?” And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: "I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag." To whom replied King Arthur, faint and pale : "Thou hast betrayed thy nature and thy name, Not rendering true answer, as beseemed Thy fealty, nor like a noble knight: For surer sign had followed, either hand, Or voice, or else a motion of the mere. This is a shameful thing for men to lie. Yet now, I charge thee, quickly go again, As thou art lief and dear, and do the thing I bade thee, watch, and lightly bring me word.” "And if indeed I cast the brand away, Watch what I see, and lightly bring thee word." Were it well to obey then, if a king demand So saying, from the ruined shrine he stept And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt: For all the haft twinkled with diamond studs, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewelry. He gazed so long That both his eyes were dazzled as he stood, An act unprofitable, against himself? So might some old man speak in the after-time So spake he, clouded with his own conceit, And hid Excalibur the second time, And so strode back slow to the wounded King. - Then spoke King Arthur, breathing heavily: "What is it thou hast seen or what hast heard?" And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: "I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds." To whom replied King Arthur, much in wrath: "Ah, miserable and unkind, untrue, Unknightly, traitor-hearted! Woe is me! Authority forgets a dying king, Laid widowed of the power in his eye That bowed the will. I see thee what thou art, For thou, the latest-left of all my knights In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence: But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands." Then quickly rose Sir Bedivere, and ran, And, leaping down the ridges lightly, plunged Among the bulrush-beds, and clutched the sword, And strongly wheeled and threw it. The great brand Made lightnings in the splendor of the moon, And flashing round and round, and whirled in an arch, Shot like a streamer of the northern morn, And answer made King Arthur, breathing hard: "My end draws nigh; 't is time that I were gone. So saying, from the pavement he half rose, But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare on his bed So sighed the When all the house is mute. King, Muttering and murmuring at his ear quick! 'Quick, I fear it is too late, and I shall die." walked, Larger than human on the frozen hills. His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms, Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream, by these - and from Three Queens with crowns of gold, them rose A cry that shivered to the tingling stars, Then murmured Arthur, "Place me in the That caught him by the hilt, and brandished him Put forth their hands, and took the King, and |