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The Lost Land Of King Arthur By J. Cuming Walters
CHAPTER VII
OF CAMELOT AND ALMESBURY
" With tabor blithe and bugle sound,
Unto King Arthur's Table Round,
Right valiant hearts I wot,
Drink, in thy spirit's lusty glee,
And pledge with fullest jollity
These knights of Camelot."
Richard Hengist Home.
" King Arthur at Camelot kept his Court Royall
With his faire Queene, Dame Guiniver the gay;
And many bold barons sitting in hall,
With ladies attired in purple and pall:
And heraults with hewkes hooting on high,
Cryed "Largesse! Largesse! Chevaliers treshardies!" Percy
Reliques.
" God's holy name was on his tongue,
Thine in his heart Queen Guinevere." Paton.
THOSE who press the question, where is many-tower'd Camelot, where is the royal mount rising between the forest and the field, where is the flashing city of the marvellous gate, may be referred by the veracious historian to a village in France, or by the unromantic antiquary to a hamlet in Scotland. Time has razed the real city, wherever it was, and the poet can invest it with charms and environ it with wonders which it never possessed. The simple lover of the legend will be content to find King Arthur's favourite haunt in the fair domain of England, amid the sleepy vales and the undisturbed hills of restful Somerset. On the Mendips, within sight of a long range of wooded verdant hills, many a tower and steeple dotting the vale which sweeps away until lost in the bluish haze of distance, here and there a bright homestead twinkling on the heights or nestling in the bowery hollows, there is a deserted place called Cadbury Camp. A stone wall winds round an ancient encampment and marks its bounds, and just across the open land looking towards Portishead lie the widening ' waters of the Bristol Channel. The hills around show every variety of green as they stretch further and further from the shore, and one would think that the region had been unvisited for a thousand years. And if tradition be true, this was Camelot, Camelot where King Arthur sought repose; Camelot where Sir Lancelot brought the daughter of King Leodegraunce of the land of Cameliard, "the gentilest and fairest lady"; Camelot where the king was wedded "unto dame Guenever in the church of St. Stevens with great solemnitie." It was at Camelot, on the occasion of this ceremony, that Merlin bade the knights of the Round Table (the gift of Leodegraunce to King Arthur) to sit still while he showed them "a strange and marvellous adventure." As they sat waiting and expectant, a white hart ran into the hall, followed by a white brachet (or scenting hound) and by thirty couple of black running hounds "with a great crie "; and the hart, wounded by the brachet, overthrew one of the knights, and led Sir Gawaine, accompanied by Sir Gaheris, upon a wonderful quest, in which he fought against great odds, slew a lady in a castle by misadventure, learnt that "a knight without mercy is without worshippe," and returning to Camelot, saddened and disgraced, was bidden by the king and queen henceforth to " be with al ladyes and to fight for their quarrels."
It is worthy of note that Gawaine not only plays a most important part in the romance, but that, like Sir Kay, his character is variously described and at times unnecessarily assailed by the chroniclers. By laborious efforts his intentions are perverted and contempt thrown upon his actions, and the episode of the "foule and shameful " slaying of the lady enabled the chroniclers to dwell upon his " vilanous " deed and his mercilessness, while at the same time they were able to explain his subsequent acts of courtesy as the result of the duty put upon him by the king. Gawaine was Arthur's nephew, the son of Morgan le Fay, and Malory presents him to us alternately as the soul of chivalry and the type of faithlessness. This accounts for Tennyson's query, "Art thou not he whom men call light-of-love?" and for the poet's assertion that his courtesy had "a touch of traitor in it." Gawaine is frequently made the subject of reproof in the romance, though he came out nobly in the end when he vowed to be revenged on sinful Lancelot, fought him valorously, and died like a great hero. According to the original Welsh story, it must be remembered, Gawaine was called the Golden-Tongued, owing to his powers of persuasion, none being able to resist him what he asked. In the Triads he is addressed by Arthur as "Gwalchmai, of faultless answers," and revolting Tristram, who dared the king to nine hundred combats, listened to Gaavaine and yielded to his solicitation. The tomb of Gawaine, according to William of Malmesbury, was discovered in the time of William the Conqueror in Wales, county Pembroke, where Lady Charlotte Guest tells us there is a district called Castell Gwalchmai.
Gawaine's courtesy was proverbial in Chaucer's time, and the Welsh historians impute to him great scientific learning "there was nothing of which he did not know the elements and the material essence." Hence Scott's reference to "the gentle Gawain's courteous lore."* All this is inconsistent with the levity and harshness attributed to him by Malory, though his wanton betrayal of Sir Pelleas and his guilty relations with Ettarde exposed him to the charge of infamy and caused him to lose grace in the sight of those chroniclers who had begun to give a spiritual significance to the tales of Arthur's Court, and to find in the recital opportunities for preaching purity.
Pelleas 's hopeless love for the scornful maiden is one of the saddest stories which form part of the Arthurian records. In his despair at being rejected by the " sovereign lady " for whom he had fought and prevailed, he sought the help of Sir Gawaine "And, Sir Knight, sith ye are so nigh a cousin unto King Arthur, and a king's son, therefore I pray thee, betray me not, but help me, for I may never come by her but by the help of some good knight; for she is in a strong castle here fast by, within this four miles, and over all this country she is lady of."
* Lytton, agreeing with Southey that Gawaine's
character suffered at the caprice of the poets and that he was "
shamefully calumniated," speaks of
"Frank Gawaine,
Whom mirth for ever, like a fairy child,
Lock'd from the cares of life."
William Morris, in The Defence of Guenevere, makes Gawaine the
accuser of the queen, and he is denounced for treachery.
Gawaine vowed to serve him, and declared that he would ride to the castle, taking with him Pelleas's horse and armour, and tell her that he had slain her lover: " and so shall I come within to her, and then shall I do my true part, and ye shall not fail to have her love." But instead of winning Ettarde for Pelleas, he won her for himself, declaring 1 that he had slain Pelleas and had come for her love. They went out of the castle and dwelt with each other for two days in a pavilion. The rest of the pitiful story is best told in Malory's own words. "And on the third day, in the morning early, Sir Pelleas armed him, for he had not slept sith that Sir Gawaine departed from him; for Sir Gawaine had promised him by the faith of his body to come unto him to his pavilion by the priory within the space of a day and a night. Then Sir Pelleas mounted on horsebacke, and came to the pavilion that stood without the castle. . . . Then hee went to the third pavilion and found Sir Gawaine with his lady Ettarde; and when he saw that, his heart almost brast with sorrow, and he said: ' Alas, that ever a knight should bee found so false.' And then he tooke his horse and might no longer abide for sorrow. And when hee had ridden nigh halfe a mile, he turned againe and thought to sley them both, and when he saw them lye so fast sleeping, unneth (scarcely) hee m.ight hold him on horseback for sorrow, and said thus to himselfe, ' Though this knight be never so false, I will not sley him sleeping, for I will never destroy the high order of knighthood. ' . . . And when he came to the pavilions (a third time) he tied his horse to a tree, and pulled out his sword naked in his hand, and went straight to them where as they lay together, and yet he thought that it were great shame for him to sley them sleeping, and laid the naked sword overthwart both their throats, and then hee tooke his horse, and rod foorth his way, making great and wofull lamentation." Such is the story of Sir Gawaine and Sir Pelleas, knights of Camelot.
At Camelot, at the vigil of Pentecost, the knights gathered, Sir Gawaine among them, and his falseness began to bring upon him retribution. All the seats at the Round Table were filled, save the Siege Perilous, though the time had now come, " four hundred winters, and four and fifty being accomplished, after the passion of our Lord Jesus Christ," that the place should be no longer vacant. The king wished, according to custom, to see an adventure before sitting down to meat, and tidings were brought him of a marvellous stone floating in the river, and a sword sticking in it. Lancelot warned the knights not to touch the sword: " Who assayeth for to take that sword, and faileth of it, he shall receive a wound by that sword." Nevertheless, Gawaine, obeying the command of the king, took the sword by the handle, but failed to move it; and Gawaine next day vowed to set forth upon the quest of the Grail, the vision of which had appeared unto the assembly when they returned from "Camelot's minster." His quest was unavailing. Through the streets of Camelot the knights sallied forth, " and there was weeping of the rich and poor, and the king returned away, and might not speak for weeping." Of all who failed, Gawaine failed most signally. The monk of the abbey where he sought refuge condemned his wickedness, and the good men at the hermitage of whom he asked harbour for charity, reproached him with his mischievous life of many winters, and sternly bade him do penance. If Sir Gawaine redeemed his reputation as the champion of the injured king, it scarcely sufficed to atone for the evil he wrought when the days were fair at Camelot.
In the Prologue by Caxton we are told that record of King Arthur was to be found in "the toune of Camelot, the grete stones and mervayllous werkys of yron lying under the grounde, and ryal vautes, which dyvers now lyving hath seen." These relics have vanished, and Camelot is nothing but a waste. But there is just a chance that Caxton had some other Camelot than South Cadbury in his mind, for he speaks of it as in Wales, while in the story of the burial of Balin and Balan by Merlin we read that " Balin 's sword was put in marble stone, standing upright as great as a milstone, and the stone hoved alwayes above the water, and did many yeares, and so by adventure it swam downe the streame to the citie of Camelot, that is in English, Winchester." *
* As a matter of history it is worth noting that Winchester, in Hampshire, passed to the Saxons in the year 515, after which time Cardie held it. King Arthur was then only twenty-three years old, and could not have extended his territory as far as Hampshire
This confusion is easily explained. Putting aside the fact that there is little coherence or consistency in the geography of the romance, we have already suggested a reason for the chronicler's statement that Camelot was Winchester. In Monmouthshire is Caerwent, a resort of King Arthur, and Winchester was known as Caerwynt, a sufficiently close resemblance to lead the old chroniclers astray. Obviously there must have been more than one Camelot, if we are to pay any heed to the situation, distance, and characteristics mentioned in Malory's chapters. Caerwent has a history dating back to the fifth century, when a school or college was founded there by Ynyr Gwent, king of the district called Gwent, and the husband of Vortimer's daughter, Madrun. At Caerwent was fought one of the last British battles with the Saxons just as they were reaching the gates of Caerleon itself. The town is situated on the Via Julia, or military road, made by Julius Frontius in the year 80, and traces of it remained at the beginning of last century. Leland speaks of its four great gates which "yet appear," and an enthusiastic pilgrim in 1802 wrote that the place, despite its present uninviting ^and desolate aspect, deserved "every attention that can be bestowed by the antiquarian or lover of those scites memorable for having been the scenes of magnificence, genius, and heroism. Roman greatness has at this place shone with a splendour little inferior to any other part of the kingdom." By some Caer-went is supposed to have been the capital of the Silures, before Caerleon, and to have had a population of ten thousand. Leland describes it as "a sumtyme fair and large cyte." As a British camp it may figure under various names in the romances.
We associate Camelot with the more peaceful part of Arthur's life, and with the brighter and more hopeful history of his followers, though sad and tragic episodes in that history are by no means lacking. Up the soft velvety sward came the knights in armour ready to tourney for the prize of ladies' smiles, and where the bee buzzes and the pheasant runs was heard the clash of arms or the caracolling of many steeds. Here, too, and we tell now a more certain truth, came the Roman with his legions; here met contending forces, and the repose of the land was broken with the tumult of war. Time has swept away every vestige of the power and glory of old, and left the open field, the trench, and the broken gray wall, as the sole mementoes of Camelot, but about all has retained the glamour of one heroic name. The rabbit and the mole burrow to the foundations of Arthur's royal town, and the centuries have laid moss and leaf upon the unfrequented paths and the vanishing signs of former occupation. Yet no one can spend an hour at Cadbury Camp without feeling that "the dust we tread once breathed." The Severn sparkles in the distance, and was probably the "river of Camelot," where Merlin set the "peron" or tombstone, and where Sir Tristram appointed his meeting with Palamides.
No description of Camelot, with its courts and towers, its knights and people, could be more entrancing than Tennyson's. He told of the mighty hall built by Merlin, with its mystic symbols in sculpture and statuary; and he said that it was reached by the " sacred mount "
"And all the dim, rich city, roof by roof,
Tower after tower, spire by spire,
By grove and garden-lawn, and rushing brook."
Arthur's statue had been moulded with a crown, and "peaked wings pointing to the Northern Star," and this representation again calls attention to the astronomical significance of the history of the king whose name is preserved in Arcturus, the star of first magnitude, above which is set "Arthur's chair," Ursa Major.
There may not be much to warrant the various traditions of Camelot, and there remains nothing to verify them. South Cadbury, or Cadbury Camp, silent and deserted as it now is, undoubtedly has a curious history. It was anciently known as Camallate and Camellek, and was early associated with King- Arthur; it was a hill-fort of that strange, strong race of warriors, the Belgae, who overran the southern counties and were dislodged from their strongholds with the greatest difficulty by the Romans. This camp was as the rallying-point in the British and Christian dominion of Gladerhaf , or Somerset. Some have supposed it was the Cathbrigion where Arthur routed the Saxons in a great battle, and so linked his name indissolubly with the locality. Leland in his Itinerary described it as ''sometime a famous town or castle, upon a very torre or hill, wonderfully enstrengthened of nature"; and John Selden, in his notes to the Polyolbion of Dray ton, definitely described it as " a hill of a mile compass at the top, four trenches encircling it, and twixt every one of them an earthen wall; the contents of it, within about twenty acres, full of ruins and relics of old buildings." It has yielded various ancient weapons, Roman coins, a silver horse-shoe, and articles of camp equipage. The four concentric deep ditches and the ramparts, forty-five feet apart, can still be traced, and the camp seems to have been originally connected with an extensive intrenchment on the opposite summit of the hill to the north-west. From its position Cad- bury must have been an important station commanding the military road which ran from Bower Walls on the Avon to the neighbouring heights of Clevedon the little town which gave birth to Arthur Henry Hallam, whose ancestral abode, Clevedon Court, is sheltered by the fir-trees which are seen grouped in gloom from Cadbury's height. At Clevedon also dwelt Coleridge for a time, as several of his poems, written in celebration of the surrounding scenes, will for ever remind us. From Cadbury can be discerned the pretty village of Wrington, where is cherished the memory of the Rev. W. Leeves, who fashioned for "Auld Robin Gray " a fitting" melody. It is easy to perceive that the possessor of a stronghold on Cadbury would be able to hold in subjection the entire district, and the name of the place appears to bear witness that a decisive battle once raged there, for cad is the Cornish and Cymrian word for battle, and bury for hill or brow.
But it is Arthur, and Arthur only, who is commemorated at Cadbury Camp today. There may be seen his Round Table, and the local superstition runs that within the charmed circle the king may be seen sitting with his knights behind barred golden gates. The great intrenchment is called the site of King Arthur's Palace; in the field below is King Arthur's Hunting Causeway; and it is King Arthur's Well which springs from the hillside and bubbles up in the fourth ditch. These recall the wondrous past, the golden days, when the fame and splendour of Arthur's Court were on all tongues, and the poet could long afterwards ask
"Like Camelot what place was ever yet renown'd,
Where, as at Caerleon, oft he kept the Table Round,
Most famous for the sports at Pentecost so long,
From whence all knightly deeds and brave achievements
sprong."
It was at Camelot that, when Arthur "let make a crie " the lords, knights, and gentlemen of arms gathered, and "there the King would let make a counsoile generall, and a great justes." It was to Camelot that Sir Pellinore came "passing sore " and told his saddest of stories; and it was to Camelot that King Arthur turned after wearying combat and hot adventure, certain there to enjoy rest and to find his queen and the barons "right glad of his comming." "What tidings at Camelot? " asked one knight of another whom he encountered. " By my head," said the other, "there have I beene, and espied the court of King Arthur, and there is such a fellowship that they may never be brok, and wel nigh al the world holdeth with King Arthur, for there is the flower of chivalry." Such was the renown of Camelot.
To Camelot the knights sent their prisoners to do homage to King Arthur and confess his greatness. The church of St. Stephen's, often called the Minster, was the place where the king and his followers assembled to hear the Archbishop's blessing upon their enterprises, and in the adjoining grounds the principal men slain in battle were buried with all honour. The twelve kings who fell in war with King Lot "were buried in the church of Saint Stephen's, in Camelot, and the remnant of knights and of other were buried in a great rock," so one of the records runs. By the side of Lanceor's tomb, made by Merlin, Tristram and Lancelot encountered each other and "fought together unknown," and "either wounded other wonder ly sore, that the blood ran out upon the grass "; then, discovering that they were friends, they yielded up their swords, "either kissed other an hundred times," and rode back to Camelot. Elaine, the mother of Galahad, came to Camelot richly attired, and put Lancelot to shame, and it was at Camelot that the last sad scenes in their tragic drama were enacted. The quest for the Sancgreal began there, and King Arthur, full of forebodings, took a last review of his knights and caused them to assemble for a last tournament in Camelot's meadows, "that after your death men may speak of it, that such good knights were wholly together such a day." The queen and her ladies beheld the noble gathering from her tower, and saw Sir Galahad, the perfect knight, break the spears of all who came against him save that of his father, Sir Lancelot, and that of his compeer Sir Percivale. When next we read of Camelot, Arthur is regretting the loss of half his noble company; and when the worst had come to pass, and the king discovered the wrong done to him by Lancelot and Guinevere, it was of lonely Camelot he thought with tenderest regret. Tennyson has seized upon this idea, and put into the mouth of the king the mournful soliloquy as he muses on his faithless wife
"How sad it were to live
And sit once more within the lonely hall,
And miss the wonted number of my knights,
And in thy bowers of Camelot or of Usk
Thy shadow still would glide from room to room,
And I should evermore be vexed with thee
In hanging robe or vacant ornament
Or ghostly footfall echoing on the stair."
This was when the time was come that Arthur should see Camelot no more when he had gone forth to his last fight, and Guinevere had taken the nun's habit and immured herself in Almesbury.
Renan has very finely remarked that in Celtic literature woman is more tenderly and delicately portrayed than in the writings and songs of any other race. Love is "a mystery, a kind of intoxication, a madness, a giddiness," and woman is superbly idealised until she seems in our eyes an ethereal, radiant, half-spiritual or even angelic creature. The romances are " dewy with feminine sentiment," and the chivalric conception of the heroine is so pure and beautiful that Percivale's sister, or Geraint's wife, appears "as a sort of vague vision intermediate between man and the supernatural world." Even faithless Guinevere is she not so rarely beautiful, are not her spell and witchery so strong, that, while hating her sin, we hesitate to join in her condemnation, and have no heart to approve such passionate denunciation as was spoken by the king in his hour of gloom? *
* " Compare Guinevere or Iseult with those Scandinavian furies Gudrun and Chrimhilde, and you will avow that woman such as chivalry conceived her, an ideal of sweetness and loveliness set up as the supreme end of life, is a creation in reality Celtic." Renan.
The vision of Guinevere flashes upon us as she was when Lancelot led her from Cameliard to the king's court at Camelot, when she went a-Maying with her maidens, and when she was the cynosure of all eyes among the spectators of the tournament. There was something daring on the part of the old chroniclers in making King Arthur's danger issue from the best of knights and the most lovely of women the two nearest to him, and bound to him by the most sacred ties of love and honour. Still more strange is it that, deep as their sinning was, we have so little blame or rather, let us say, resentment for Lancelot and Guinevere. This is not because Arthur has not tlje strongest claim upon our sympathy, or because for one moment he fails to win our admiration; it is only because Lancelot and Guinevere also have strong human claims upon us, and so far have won our regard that we cannot withhold our compassion also. Were not the knights themselves reluctant to condemn? The romance brings out the fact conspicuously that it was not the noblest, but the meanest, of the knights who revealed the wrong to the king; nor was it the gallant men who willed that Guinevere should die at the stake for her infidelity. And in the end do we not pity mournful and repentant Lancelot in his lonely castle, or when paying that noblest of tributes to his dead master? And does not even a deeper feeling extend to the desolate woman who wore out her life in the Almesbury convent?
What ingredient of historic fact there may be in the record that the Ambresbyrig of the Saxons, and the Caer Emrys of the " Mabinogion " was the queen's retreat, the faithful alone must decide. All that impartial and not too credulous historians can do is to pronounce the place as not unlikely, not impossible, and not unfitting as her abode and as the scene of her last acts of restitution and repentance. Almesbury is a British earthwork of forty acres, the stronghold of Ambrosius Aurelianus, Dux Britanniarum, of Roman lineage, but the champion of the Britons against the Saxon horde. Religious associations both early and late cling to this ancient place, and long after Guinevere was dust a Benedictine monastery, founded by Queen Elfrida, continued the religious traditions of the earlier era; and the fact that Almesbury was the customary retreat of royal ladies who wished to withdraw from the world confirms the character of the place as depicted in Malory's chronicle. Guinevere gave herself up to lamentation among the nuns, "and never creature could make her merry "; Sir Lancelot's visit only strengthened her resolution to make amends for the past, and prompted him also to seek, too late, perfection in righteous living. While in a hermitage himself there came to him the vision of the queen's end, and taking her corpse to Glastonbury, he performed for it the last rites, and then delivered himself over to death. His resting-place was Joyous Gard, which, in his grief he had called Dolorous Gard; the queen was laid by her husband's side in the island-valley. But at Llanilterne, near Cardiff, a huge quoin stone may be seen with an almost undecipherable Hie jacet, and popular tradition declares that this is Guinevere's monument. "Through this knight and me," said the queen, when Sir Lancelot and she met in the Almesbury convent, "all the wars were wrought, and the death of the most noble knights of the world: for through our love that we have loved together is my most noble lord slain; therefore, wit thou well, Sir Lancelot, I am in such a plight to get my soul's health; and yet I trust, through God's grace, that after my death for to have the sight of the blessed face of Jesu Christ, and at the dreadful day of doom to sit on his right side: for as sinful creatures as ever was I are saints in heaven." When next the " falsely true " knight saw the queen he was in his monk's habit and she was "wrapped in seared cloths of reins, from the top to the toe, in thirty fold "; then, on foot, he followed her to her tomb, recalling "her beauty, her bounty, and her nobleness." The next scene is at Joyous Card itself, with Sir Lancelot smiling as he lies dead, and a hundred torches burning about him; while Sir Ector de Maris delivers the noblest of tributes to the courtliest knight, the truest friend, the meekest man, the sternest foe, and "the truest lover of a sinful man that ever loved woman."
From Camelot to Almesbury is a far journey, and that journey marks the two extremes of Arthurian history from the happiest to the saddest, from the height of power and the plenitude of peace to the final desolation and unavailing regret. The bridge which connects Camelot with Almesbury is made up of the greatest achievements and the deepest tragedies of Arthur's reign. It is a bridge of ascent and descent, its highest point marked by the puissance of the Table Round and Galahad's achievement of the quest of the Grail, its lowest part dipping into the eternal gloom which followed the last battle in the west a gloom from which the Britons were destined never to emerge. That gloom falls over Almesbury, but Camelot is still left in the light.
Never was, and never can be, such a fairyland as " many-tower'd Camelot." Its crystal dykes, its slope street, its weird white gate, and its spires and turrets without number, are a poet's dream. It was the city of enchanters, built by fairy kings, a city which had no beginning, was raised by no human hands, and can have no end
" A city of shadowy palaces,
And stately, rich in emblem and the work
Of ancient Kings who did their days in stone,"
a city of pure delights, of calm and innocence, of splendour and contentment.
" Out of bower and casement shyly glanced
Eyes of pure women, wholesome stars of love;
And all about a healthful people stept
As in the presence of a gracious king."
Where, indeed, could be this new Eden save in the imagination of the romancer who conceived a fitting scene for King Arthur's Court? It is like the fairy gold which vanishes whenever a hand reaches out to touch it. The " Camaletic Mount " is one of Nature's hallowed places, a place of wondrous stillness and magic charm, a place to regard as the stronghold of romance, and yet not the place that poets have sung. One can easily imagine the Lady of Shalott prisoned here in her bower, and seeing all the moving world as shadows in a mirror; and one can deem the scene appropriate for the meeting of Lancelot and the Lily-maid who lifted up her eyes and lov'd him with that love which was her doom. It is not well to inquire more deeply and more closely into the past of Camelot, but to heed the poet's warning
" Never seek to behold
Where the crystal streams ran in the City of Gold."
Better to people it with the phantoms of Arthur's Court than to discover that the cavemen of the Mendips made it an abode. "The people can telle nothing ther, but that they have hard say that Arture much resorted to Camalot," wrote Leland, and that suffices. Camelot is purely ideal, and it is enough to find a real Camelot which faintly recalls the place which Arthur's eulogists deemed fitting for his Court. Such cities, which had no beginning, have no end, and Camelot will last as long, and prove as indestructible, as Fairyland itself.
"The thrushes sang in the lone garden there
Clanging of arms about pavilion fair,
Mixed with the knights' laughs; there, as I well know,
Rode Lancelot, the king of all the band,
And scowling Gawaine, like the night in day,
And handsome Gareth, with his great white hand
Curl'd round the helm-crest, ere he join'd the fray."
