5 The host, and I sat round the wassail-bowl, Then half-way ebb'd: and there we held a talk, Until I woke, and found him settled down Right thro' the world, at home was little left, 20 And none abroad: there was no anchor, none, To hold by. Francis, laughing, clapt his hand On Everard's shoulder, with 'I hold by him.' 'And I,' quoth Everard, by the wassail-bowl.' 'Why yes,' I said, 'we knew your gift that way 25 At college: but another which you had, I mean of verse (for so we held it then), His epic, his King Arthur, some twelve books God knows: he has a mint of reasons: ask. It pleased me well enough.' 'Nay, nay,' said Hall, 35 'Why take the style of those heroic times? 40 Mere chaff 'But I,' and draff, much better burnt.' Said Francis, 'pick'd the eleventh from this And have it; keep a thing, its use will come. He laugh'd, and I, tho' sleepy, like a horse MORTE D'ARTHUR So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Sir Bedivere, the last of all his knights, 10 That stood on a dark strait of barren land. 15 The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep-the men I loved. I think that we Shall never more, at any future time, That without help I cannot last till morn. Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, And fling him far into the middle mere: word.' To him replied the bold Sir Bedivere: 40 It is not meet, Sir King, to leave thee thus, 45 down 50 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 55 And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt: For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewellery. He gazed so long That both his eyes were dazzled, as he stood, 60 This way and that dividing the swift mind, In act to throw: but at the last it seem'd Better to leave Excalibur conceal'd There in the many-knotted waterflags, That whistled stiff and dry about the marge. 65 So strode he back slow to the wounded King. Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere: 'Hast thou perform'd my mission which I gave? What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: 70 'I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crags.' To whom replied King Arthur, faint and pale: 'Thou hast betray'd thy nature and thy name, Not rendering true answer, as beseem'd 75 Thy fealty, nor like a noble knight: For surer sign had follow'd, 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 80 As thou art lief and dear, and do the thing I bade thee, watch, and lightly bring me word.' Then went Sir Bedivere the second time Across the ridge, and paced beside the mere, Counting the dewy pebbles, fix'd in thought; 85 But when he saw the wonder of the hilt, How curiously and strangely chased, he smote His palms together, and he cried aloud, 'And if indeed I cast the brand away, Surely a precious thing, one worthy note 90 Should thus be lost forever from the earth, Which might have pleased the eyes of many men. 95 Were it well to obey then, if a king demand The King is sick, and knows not what he does. Should be to aftertime, but empty breath 110 So might some old man speak in the aftertime But now much honour and much fame were lost.' 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?' 115 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, 120 Unknightly, traitor-hearted! Woe is me! Authority forgets a dying king, Laid widow'd of the power in his eye That bow'd the will. I see thee what thou art, For thou, the latest-left of all my knights, 125 In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou would'st betray me for the precious hilt; |