Part 32 (1/2)

”These be sad tidings,” said the king; ”I counsel ye to find Sir Bors, and pray him for Sir Lancelot's sake to do this battle for you.”

So the queen departed and sent for Sir Bors to her chamber, and besought his succor.

”Madam,” said he, ”what would you have me do? for I may not with my honor take this matter on me, for I was at that same dinner, and all the other knights would have me ever in suspicion. Now do ye miss Sir Lancelot, for he would not have failed you in right nor yet in wrong, as ye have often proved, but now ye have driven him from the country.”

”Alas! fair knight,” said the queen, ”I put me wholly at your mercy, and all that is done amiss I will amend as ye will counsel me.”

And therewith she kneeled down upon both her knees before Sir Bors, and besought him to have mercy on her.

Anon came in King Arthur also, and prayed him of his courtesy to help her, saying, ”I require you for the love of Lancelot.”

”My lord,” said he, ”ye require the greatest thing of me that any man can ask, for if I do this battle for the queen I shall anger all my fellows of the Table Round; nevertheless, for my lord Sir Lancelot's sake, and for yours, I will that day be the queen's champion, unless there chance to come a better knight than I am to do battle for her.”

And this he promised on his faith.

Then were the king and queen pa.s.sing glad, and thanked him heartily, and so departed.

But Sir Bors rode in secret to the hermitage where Sir Lancelot was, and told him all these tidings.

”It has chanced as I would have it,” said Sir Lancelot; ”yet make ye ready for the battle, but tarry till ye see me come.”

”Sir,” said Sir Bors, ”doubt not but ye shall have your will.”

But many of the knights were greatly wroth with him when they heard he was to be the queen's champion, for there were few in the court but deemed her guilty.

Then said Sir Bors, ”Wit ye will, fair lords, it were a shame to us all to suffer so fair and n.o.ble a lady to be burnt for lack of a champion, for ever hath she proved herself a lover of good knights; wherefore I doubt not she is guiltless of this treason.”

At that were some well pleased, but others rested pa.s.sing wroth.

And when the day was come, the king and queen and all the knights went to the meadow beside Westminster, where the battle should be fought.

Then the queen was put in ward, and a great fire was made round the iron stake, where she must be burnt if Sir Mador won the day.

So when the heralds blew, Sir Mador rode forth, and took oath that Queen Guinevere was guilty of Sir Patrice's death, and his oath he would prove with his body against any who would say the contrary. Then came forth Sir Bors, and said, ”Queen Guinevere is in the right, and that will I prove with my hands.”

With that they both departed to their tents to make ready for the battle. But Sir Bors tarried long, hoping Sir Lancelot would come, till Sir Mador cried out to King Arthur, ”Bid thy champion come forth, unless he dare not.” Then was Sir Bors ashamed, and took his horse and rode to the end of the lists.

But ere he could meet Sir Mador he was aware of a knight upon a white horse, armed at all points, and with a strange s.h.i.+eld, who rode to him and said, ”I pray you withdraw from this quarrel, for it is mine, and I have ridden far to fight in it.”

Thereat Sir Bors rode to King Arthur, and told him that another knight was come who would do battle for the queen.

”Who is he?” said King Arthur.

”I may not tell you,” said Sir Bors; ”but he made a covenant with me to be here to-day, wherefore I am discharged.”

Then the king called that knight, and asked him if he would fight for the queen.

”Therefore came I hither, Sir king,” answered he; ”but let us tarry no longer, for anon I have other matters to do. But wit ye well,” said he to the Knights of the Round Table, ”it is shame to ye for such a courteous queen to suffer this dishonor.”

And all men marveled who this knight might be, for none knew him save Sir Bors.