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Автор: William Wordsworth
Издательство: Ingram
Серия: Positronic Super Pack Series
Жанр произведения: Ужасы и Мистика
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isbn: 9781515403067
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at night with grimy kitchen-knaves.

      And Lancelot ever spake him pleasantly,

      But Kay the seneschal, who loved him not,

      Would hustle and harry him, and labour him

      Beyond his comrade of the hearth, and set

      To turn the broach, draw water, or hew wood,

      Or grosser tasks; and Gareth bowed himself

      With all obedience to the King, and wrought

      All kind of service with a noble ease

      That graced the lowliest act in doing it.

      And when the thralls had talk among themselves,

      And one would praise the love that linkt the King

      And Lancelot—how the King had saved his life

      In battle twice, and Lancelot once the King’s—

      For Lancelot was the first in Tournament,

      But Arthur mightiest on the battle-field—

      Gareth was glad. Or if some other told,

      How once the wandering forester at dawn,

      Far over the blue tarns and hazy seas,

      On Caer-Eryri’s highest found the King,

      A naked babe, of whom the Prophet spake,

      ‘He passes to the Isle Avilion,

      He passes and is healed and cannot die’—

      Gareth was glad. But if their talk were foul,

      Then would he whistle rapid as any lark,

      Or carol some old roundelay, and so loud

      That first they mocked, but, after, reverenced him.

      Or Gareth telling some prodigious tale

      Of knights, who sliced a red life-bubbling way

      Through twenty folds of twisted dragon, held

      All in a gap-mouthed circle his good mates

      Lying or sitting round him, idle hands,

      Charmed; till Sir Kay, the seneschal, would come

      Blustering upon them, like a sudden wind

      Among dead leaves, and drive them all apart.

      Or when the thralls had sport among themselves,

      So there were any trial of mastery,

      He, by two yards in casting bar or stone

      Was counted best; and if there chanced a joust,

      So that Sir Kay nodded him leave to go,

      Would hurry thither, and when he saw the knights

      Clash like the coming and retiring wave,

      And the spear spring, and good horse reel, the boy

      Was half beyond himself for ecstasy.

      So for a month he wrought among the thralls;

      But in the weeks that followed, the good Queen,

      Repentant of the word she made him swear,

      And saddening in her childless castle, sent,

      Between the in-crescent and de-crescent moon,

      Arms for her son, and loosed him from his vow.

      This, Gareth hearing from a squire of Lot

      With whom he used to play at tourney once,

      When both were children, and in lonely haunts

      Would scratch a ragged oval on the sand,

      And each at either dash from either end—

      Shame never made girl redder than Gareth joy.

      He laughed; he sprang. ‘Out of the smoke, at once

      I leap from Satan’s foot to Peter’s knee—

      These news be mine, none other’s—nay, the King’s—

      Descend into the city:’ whereon he sought

      The King alone, and found, and told him all.

      ‘I have staggered thy strong Gawain in a tilt

      For pastime; yea, he said it: joust can I.

      Make me thy knight—in secret! let my name

      Be hidden, and give me the first quest, I spring

      Like flame from ashes.’

      Here the King’s calm eye

      Fell on, and checked, and made him flush, and bow

      Lowly, to kiss his hand, who answered him,

      ‘Son, the good mother let me know thee here,

      And sent her wish that I would yield thee thine.

      Make thee my knight? my knights are sworn to vows

      Of utter hardihood, utter gentleness,

      And, loving, utter faithfulness in love,

      And uttermost obedience to the King.’

      Then Gareth, lightly springing from his knees,

      ‘My King, for hardihood I can promise thee.

      For uttermost obedience make demand

      Of whom ye gave me to, the Seneschal,

      No mellow master of the meats and drinks!

      And as for love, God wot, I love not yet,

      But love I shall, God willing.’

      And the King

      ‘Make thee my knight in secret? yea, but he,

      Our noblest brother, and our truest man,

      And one with me in all, he needs must know.’

      ‘Let Lancelot know, my King, let Lancelot know,

      Thy noblest and thy truest!’

      And the King—

      ‘But wherefore would ye men should wonder at you?

      Nay, rather for the sake of me, their King,

      And the deed’s sake my knighthood do the deed,

      Than to be noised of.’

      Merrily Gareth asked,

      ‘Have I not earned my cake in baking of it?

      Let be my name until I make my name!

      My deeds will speak: it is but for a day.’

      So with a kindly hand on Gareth’s arm

      Smiled the great King, and half-unwillingly

      Loving his lusty youthhood yielded to him.

      Then, after summoning Lancelot privily,

      ‘I have given him the first quest: he is not proven.

      Look therefore when he calls for this in hall,

      Thou get to horse and follow him far away.

      Cover the lions on thy shield, and see

      Far as thou mayest, he be nor ta’en nor slain.’

      Then that same day there past into the hall

      A damsel of high lineage, and a brow

      May-blossom, and a cheek of apple-blossom,

      Hawk-eyes; and lightly was her slender nose

      Tip-tilted