King Arthur: Tales from the Round Table. Andrew Lang

words to no one. Only, whenever the Knights played at tourney he would steal out and watch them. And Sir Lancelot gave him gold to spend, and clothes to wear, and so did Gawaine. Also, if there were any games held whereat he might be, none could throw a bar nor cast a stone as far as he by two good yards.

      Thus the year passed by till the feast of Whitsuntide came again, and this time the king held it at Carlion. But King Arthur would eat no meat at Whitsuntide till some adventures were told him, and glad was he when a squire came and said to him, ‘Sir you may go to your food, for here is a damsel with some strange tales.’ At this the damsel was led into the hall, and bowed low before the King, and begged he would give her help. ‘For whom?’ asked the King, ‘and what is the adventure?’ ‘Sir,’ answered she, ‘my sister is a noble lady of great fame, who is besieged by a tyrant, and may not get out of her castle. And it is because your Knights are said to be the noblest in all the world that I came to you for aid.’ ‘What is your sister’s name, and where does she dwell? And who is the man that besieges her, and where does he come from?’ ‘Sir King,’ answered she, ‘as for my sister’s name, I cannot tell it you now, but she is a lady of great beauty and goodness, and of many lands. As for the tyrant who besieges her, he is called the Red Knight of the Red Lawns.’ ‘I know nothing of him,’ said the King. ‘But I know him,’ cried Sir Gawaine, ‘and he is one of the most dangerous Knights in the world. Men say he has the strength of seven, and once when we had crossed swords I hardly escaped from him with my life.’ ‘Fair damsel,’ then said the King, ‘there are many Knights here who would go gladly to the rescue of your lady, but none of them shall do so with my consent unless you will tell us her name, and the place of her castle.’ ‘Then I must speak further,’ said the damsel. But before she had made answer to the King up came Beaumains, and spoke to Arthur, saying, ‘Sir King, I thank you that for this whole year I have lived in your kitchen, and had meat and drink, and now I will ask you for the two gifts that you promised me on this day.’ ‘Ask them,’ answered the King. ‘Sir, this shall be my two gifts. First grant me the adventure of this damsel, for it is mine by right.’ ‘You shall have it,’ said the King. ‘Then, Sir, you shall bid Sir Lancelot du Lake to make me Knight, for I will receive Knighthood at the hands of no other.’ ‘All this shall be done,’ said the King. ‘Fie on you,’ cried the damsel, ‘will you give me none but a kitchen boy to rescue my lady?’ and she went away in a rage, and mounted her horse.

      No sooner had she left the hall than a page came to Beaumains and told him that a horse and fair armour had been brought for him, also there had arrived a dwarf carrying all things that a Knight needed. And when he was armed there were few men that were handsomer than he, and the Court wondered greatly whence these splendid trappings had come. Then Beaumains came into the hall, and took farewell of the King, and Sir Gawaine and Sir Lancelot, and prayed Sir Lancelot that he would follow after him. So he departed, and rode after the damsel. Many looked upon him and marvelled at the strength of his horse, and its golden trappings, and envied Beaumains his shining coat of mail; but they noted that he had neither shield nor spear. ‘I will ride after him,’ laughed Sir Kay, ‘and see if my kitchen boy will own me for his better.’ ‘Leave him and stay at home,’ said Sir Gawaine and Sir Lancelot, but Sir Kay would not listen and sprang upon his horse. Just as Beaumains came up with the damsel, Sir Kay reached Beaumains, and said, ‘Beaumains, do you not know me?’

      Beaumains turned and looked at him, and answered, ‘Yes, I know you for an ill-mannered Knight, therefore beware of me.’ At this Sir Kay put his spear in rest and charged him, and Beaumains drew his sword and charged Sir Kay, and dashed aside the spear, and thrust him through the side, till Sir Kay fell down as if he had been dead, and Beaumains took his shield and spear for himself. Then he sprang on his own horse, bidding first his dwarf take Sir Kay’s horse, and rode away. All this was seen by Sir Lancelot, who had followed him, and also by the damsel. In a little while Beaumains stopped, and asked Sir Lancelot if he would tilt with him, and they came together with such a shock that both the horses and their riders fell to the earth and were bruised sorely. Sir Lancelot was the first to rise, and he helped Beaumains from his horse, and Beaumains threw his shield from him, and offered to fight on foot. And they rushed together like wild boars, turning and thrusting and parrying for the space of an hour, and Sir Lancelot marvelled at the young man’s strength, and thought he was more like a giant than a Knight, and dreading lest he himself should be put to shame, he said: ‘Beaumains, do not fight so hard, we have no quarrel that forbids us to leave off.’ ‘That is true,’ answered Beaumains, laying down his arms, ‘but it does me good, my lord, to feel your might.’ ‘Well,’ said Sir Lancelot, ‘I promise you I had much ado to save myself from you unshamed, therefore have no fear of any other Knight.’ ‘Do you think I could really stand against a proved Knight?’ asked Beaumains. ‘Yes,’ said Lancelot, ‘if you fight as you have fought to-day I will be your warrant against anyone.’ ‘Then I pray you,’ cried Beaumains, ‘give me the order of knighthood.’ ‘You must first tell me your name,’ replied Lancelot, ‘and who are your kindred.’ ‘You will not betray me if I do?’ asked Beaumains. ‘No, that I will never do, till it is openly known,’ said Lancelot. ‘Then, Sir, my name is Gareth, and Sir Gawaine is my brother.’ ‘Ah, Sir,’ cried Lancelot, ‘I am gladder of you than ever I was, for I was sure you came of good blood, and that you did not come to the Court for meat and drink only.’ And he bade him kneel, and gave him the order of knighthood.

      After that Sir Gareth wished to go his own ways, and departed. When he was gone, Sir Lancelot went back to Sir Kay and ordered some men that were by to bear him home on a shield, and in time his wounds were healed; but he was scorned of all men, and especially of Sir Gawaine and Sir Lancelot, who told him it was no good deed to treat any young man so, and no one could tell what his birth might be, or what had brought him to the Court.

      Then Beaumains rode after the damsel, who stopped when she saw him coming. ‘What are you doing here?’ said she. ‘Your clothes smell of the grease and tallow of the kitchen! Do you think to change my heart towards you because of yonder Knight whom you slew? No, truly! I know well who you are, you turner of spits! Go back to King Arthur’s kitchen, which is your proper place.’ ‘Damsel,’ replied Beaumains, ‘you may say to me what you will, but I shall not quit you whatever you may do, for I have vowed to King Arthur to relieve the lady in the castle, and I shall set her free or die fighting for her.’ ‘Fie on you, Scullion,’ answered she. ‘You will meet with one who will make you such a welcome that you would give all the broth you ever cooked never to have seen his face.’ ‘I shall do my best to fight him,’ said Beaumains, and held his peace.

      Soon they entered the wood, and there came a man flying towards them, galloping with all his might. ‘Oh, help! help! lord,’ cried he, ‘for my master lies in a thicket, bound by six thieves, and I greatly fear they will slay him.’ ‘Show me the way,’ said Sir Beaumains, and they rode together till they reached the place where the Knight lay bound. Then Sir Beaumains charged the six thieves, and struck one dead, and another, and another still, and the other three fled, not liking the battle. Sir Beaumains pursued them till they turned at bay, and fought hard for their lives; but in the end Sir Beaumains slew them, and returned to the Knight and unbound him. The Knight thanked Beaumains heartily for his deliverance, and prayed him to come to his castle, where he would reward him. ‘Sir,’ said Beaumains, ‘I was this day made Knight by noble Sir Lancelot, and that is reward enough for anything I may do. Besides, I must follow this damsel.’ But when he came near her she reviled him as before, and bade him ride far from her. ‘Do you think I set store by what you have done? You will soon see a sight that will make you tell a very different tale.’ At this the Knight whom Beaumains had rescued rode up to the damsel, and begged that she would rest in his castle that night, as the sun was now setting. The damsel agreed, and the Knight ordered a great supper, and gave Sir Beaumains a seat above the seat of the damsel, who rose up in anger. ‘Fie! fie! Sir Knight,’ cried she, ‘you are uncourteous to set a mere kitchen page before me; he is not fit to be in the company of high-born people.’ Her words struck shame into the Knight, and he took Beaumains and set him at a side table, and seated himself before him.

      In the early morning Sir Beaumains and the damsel bade farewell to the Knight, and rode through the forest till they came to a great river, where stood two Knights on the further side, guarding