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    WHILE Sir Tristram and the fair Isoude abode yet at La Joyeuse
    Garde, Sir Tristram rode forth one day, without armor, having no
    weapon but his spear and his sword. And as he rode he came to a
    place where he saw two knights in battle, and one of them had gotten
    the better, and the other lay overthrown. The knight who had the
    better was Sir Palamedes. When Sir Palamedes knew Sir Tristram, he
    cried out, "Sir Tristram, now we be met, and ere we depart we will
    redress our old wrongs." "As for that," said Sir Tristram, "there
    never yet was Christian man that might make his boast that I ever fled
    from him, and thou that art a Saracen shalt never say that of me." And
    therewith Sir Tristram made his horse to run, and with all his might
    came straight upon Sir Palamedes, and broke his spear upon him. Then
    he drew his sword and struck at Sir Palamedes six great strokes,
    upon his helm. Sir Palamedes saw that Sir Tristram had not his armor
    on, and he marvelled at his rashness and his great folly; and said
    to himself, "If I meet and slay him I am ashamed wheresoever I go."
    Then Sir Tristram cried out and said, "Thou coward knight, why wilt
    thou not do battle with me? for have thou no doubt I shall endure
    all thy malice." "Ah, Sir Tristram!" said Sir Palamedes, "thou knowest
    I may not fight with thee for shame; for thou art here naked, and I am
    armed; now I require that thou answer me a question that I shall ask
    you." "Tell me what it is," said Sir Tristram. "I put the case,"
    said Sir Palamedes, "that you were well armed, and I naked as ye be;
    what would you do to me now, by your true knighthood?" "Ah!" said
    Sir Tristram, "now I understand thee well, Sir Palamedes; and, as
    God me bless, what I shall say shall not be said for fear that I
    have of thee. But if it were so, thou shouldest depart from me, for
    I would not have to do with thee." "No more will I with thee," said
    Sir Palamedes, "and therefore ride forth on thy way." "As for that,
    I may choose," said Sir Tristram, "either to ride or to abide. But,
    Sir Palamedes, I marvel at one thing,- that thou art so good a knight,
    yet that thou wilt not be christened." "As for that," said Sir
    Palamedes, "I may not yet be christened, for a vow which I made many
    years ago; yet in my heart I believe in our Saviour and his mild
    mother Mary; but I have yet one battle to do, and when that is done
    I will be christened, with a good will." "By my head," said Sir
    Tristram, "as for that one battle, thou shalt seek it no longer; for
    yonder is a knight, whom you have smitten down. Now help me to be
    clothed in his armor, and I will soon fulfil thy vow." "As ye will,"
    said Sir Palamedes, "so shall it be." So they rode both unto that
    knight that sat on a bank; and Sir Tristram saluted him, and he full
    weakly saluted him again. "Sir," said Sir Tristram, "I pray you to
    lend me your whole armor; for I am unarmed, and I must do battle
    with this knight." "Sir," said the hurt knight, "you shall have it,
    with a right good will." Then Sir Tristram unarmed Sir Galleron, for
    that was the name of the hurt knight, and he as well as he could
    helped to arm Sir Tristram. Then Sir Tristram mounted upon his own
    horse, and in his hand he took Sir Galleron's spear. Thereupon Sir
    Palamedes was ready, and so they came hurtling together, and each
    smote the other in the midst of their shields. Sir Palamedes' spear
    broke, and Sir Tristram smote down the horse. Then Sir Palamedes leapt
    from his horse, and drew out his sword. That saw Sir Tristram, and
    therewith he alighted and tied his horse to a tree. Then they came
    together as two wild beasts, lashing the one on the other, and so
    fought more than two hours; and often Sir Tristram smote such
    strokes at Sir Palamedes that he made him to kneel, and Sir
    Palamedes broke away Sir Tristram's shield, and wounded him. Then
    Sir Tristram was wroth out of measure, and he rushed to Sir
    Palamedes and wounded him passing sore through the shoulder, and by
    fortune smote Sir Palamedes' sword out of his hand. And if Sir
    Palamedes had stooped for his sword, Sir Tristram had slain him.
    Then Sir Palamedes stood and beheld his sword with a full sorrowful
    heart. "Now," said Sir Tristram, "I have thee at a vantage, as thou
    hadst me to-day; but it shall never be said, in court, or among good
    knights, that Sir Tristram did slay any knight that was weaponless:
    therefore take thou thy sword, and let us fight this battle to the
    end." Then spoke Sir Palamedes to Sir Tristram: "I have no wish to
    fight this battle any more. The offence that I have done unto you is
    not so great but that, if it please you, we may be friends. All that I
    have offended is for the love of the queen, La Belle Isoude, and I
    dare maintain that she is peerless among ladies; and for that
    offence ye have given me many grievous and sad strokes, and some I
    have given you again, Wherefore I require you, my lord Sir Tristram,
    forgive me all that I have offended you, and this day have me unto the
    next church; and first I will be clean confessed, and after that see
    you that I be truly baptized, and then we will ride together unto
    the court of my lord, King Arthur, so that we may be there at the
    feast of Pentecost." "Now take your horse," said Sir. Tristram, "and
    as you have said, so shall it be done." So they took their horses, and
    Sir Galleron rode with them. When they came to the church of Carlisle,
    the bishop commanded to fill a great vessel with water; and when he
    had hallowed it, he then confessed Sir Palamedes clean, and christened
    him; and Sir Tristram and Sir Galleron were his godfathers. Then
    soon after they departed, and rode toward Camelot, where the noble
    King Arthur and Queen Guenever were keeping a court royal. And the
    king and all the court were glad that Sir Palamedes was christened.
    Then Sir Tristram returned again to La Joyeuse Garde, and Sir
    Palamedes went his way.
    Not long after these events Sir Gawain returned from Brittany, and
    related to King Arthur the adventure which befell him in the forest of
    Breciliande,- how Merlin had there spoken to him, and enjoined him
    to charge the king to go without delay upon the quest of the Holy
    Greal. While King Arthur deliberated, Tristram determined to enter
    upon the quest, and the more readily, as it was well known to him that
    this holy adventure would, if achieved, procure him the pardon of
    all his sins. He immediately departed for the kingdom of Brittany,
    hoping there to obtain from Merlin counsel as to the proper course
    to pursue to insure success.
    On arriving in Brittany Tristram found King Hoel engaged in a war
    with a rebellious vassal, and hard pressed by his enemy. His best
    knights had fallen in a late battle, and he knew not where to turn for
    assistance. Tristram volunteered his aid. It was accepted; and the
    army of Hoel, led by Tristram, and inspired by his example, gained a
    complete victory. The king penetrated by the most lively sentiments of
    gratitude, and having informed himself of Tristram's birth, offered
    him his daughter in marriage. The princess was beautiful and
    accomplished, and bore the same name with the Queen of Cornwall; but
    this one is designated by the Romancers as Isoude of the White
    Hands, to distinguish her from Isoude the Fair.
    How can we describe the conflict that agitated the heart of
    Tristram? He adored the first Isoude, but his love for her was
    hopeless, and not unaccompanied by remorse. Moreover, the sacred quest
    on which he had now entered demanded of him perfect purity of life. It
    seemed as if a happy destiny had provided for him, in the charming
    princess Isoude of the White Hands, the best security for all his good
    resolutions. This last reflection determined him. They were married,
    and passed some months in tranquil happiness at the court of King
    Hoel. The pleasure which Tristram felt in his wife's society increased
    day by day. An inward grace seemed to stir within him from the
    moment when he took the oath to go on the quest of the Holy Greal;
    it seemed even to triumph over the power of the magic love-potion.
    The war, which had been quelled for a time, now burst anew.
    Tristram, as usual, was foremost in every danger. The enemy was
    worsted in successive conflicts, and at last shut himself up in his
    principal city. Tristram led on the attack of the city. As he
    mounted a ladder to scale the walls, he was struck on the head by a
    fragment of rock, which the besieged threw down upon him. It bore
    him to the ground, where he lay insensible.
    As soon as he recovered consciousness, he demanded to be carried
    to his wife. The princess, skilled in the art of surgery, would not
    suffer any one but herself to touch her beloved husband. Her fair
    hands bound up his wounds; Tristram kissed them with gratitude,
    which began to grow into love. At first the devoted cares of Isoude
    seemed to meet with great success; but after awhile these flattering
    appearances vanished, and, in spite of all her care, the malady grew
    more serious day by day.
    In this perplexity, an old squire of Tristram's reminded his
    master that the princess of Ireland, afterward queen of Cornwall,
    had once cured him under circumstances quite as discouraging. He
    called Isoude of the White Hands to him, told her of his former
    cure, added that he believed that the Queen Isoude could heal him, and
    that he felt sure that she would come to his relief if sent for.
    Isoude of the White Hands consented that Gesnes, a trusty man and
    skilful navigator, should be sent to Cornwall. Tristram called him,
    and, giving him a ring, "Take this," he said, "to the Queen of
    Cornwall. Tell her that Tristram, near to death, demands her aid. If
    you succeed in bringing her with you, place white sails to your vessel
    on your return, that we may know of your success when the vessel first
    heaves in sight. But if Queen Isoude refuses, put on black sails; they
    will be the presage of my impending death."
    Gesnes performed his mission successfully. King Mark happened to
    be absent from his capital, and the queen readily consented to
    return with the bark to Brittany. Gesnes clothed his vessel in the
    whitest of sails, and sped his way back to Brittany.
    Meantime the wound of Tristram grew more desperate day by day. His
    strength, quite prostrated, no longer permitted him to be carried to
    the seaside daily, as had been his custom from the first moment when
    it was possible for the bark to be on the way homeward. He called a
    young damsel, and gave her in charge to keep watch in the direction of
    Cornwall, and to come and tell him the color of the sails of the first
    vessel she should see approaching.
    When Isoude of the White Hands consented that the queen of
    Cornwall should be sent for, she had not known all the reasons which
    she had for fearing the influence which renewed intercourse with
    that princess might have on her own happiness. She had now learned
    more, and felt the danger more keenly. She thought, if she could
    only keep the knowledge of the queen's arrival from her husband, she
    might employ in his service any resources which her skill could
    supply, and still avert the dangers which she apprehended. When the
    vessel was seen approaching, with its white sails sparkling in the
    sun, the damsel, by command of her mistress, carried word to
    Tristram that the sails were black.
    Tristram, penetrated with inexpressible grief, breathed a profound
    sigh, turned away his face, and said, "Alas, my beloved! we shall
    never see one another again!" Then he commended himself to God, and
    breathed his last.
    The death of Tristram was the first intelligence which the queen
    of Cornwall heard on landing. She was conducted almost senseless
    into the chamber of Tristram, and expired holding him in her arms.
    Tristram, before his death, requested that his body should be sent
    to Cornwall, and that his sword, with a letter he had written,
    should be delivered to King Mark. The remains of Tristram and Isoude
    were embarked in a vessel, along with the sword, which was presented
    to the king of Cornwall, He was melted with tenderness when he saw the
    weapon which slew Moraunt of Ireland,- which had so often saved his
    life, and redeemed the honor of his kingdom. In the letter Tristram
    begged pardon of his uncle, and related the story of the amorous
    Mark ordered the lovers to be buried in his own chapel. From the
    tomb of Tristram there sprung a vine, which went along the walls,
    and descended into the grave of the queen. It was cut down three
    times, but each time sprung up again more vigorous than before, and
    this wonderful plant has ever since shaded the tombs of Tristram and

    Spenser introduces Sir Tristram in his Faery Queene. In Book VI.,
    Canto ii., Sir Calidore encounters in the forest a young hunter,
    whom he thus describes:-

    "Him steadfastly he marked, and saw to be
    A goodly youth of amiable grace,
    Yet but a slender slip, that scarce did see
    Yet seventeen yeares; but tall and faire of face,
    That sure he deemed him borne of noble race.
    All in a woodman's jacket he was clad
    Of Lincoln greene, belayed with silver lace;
    And on his head an hood with aglets* sprad,
    And by his side his hunter's horne he hanging had.

    "Buskins he wore of costliest cordawayne,
    Pinckt upon gold, and paled part per part,*(2)
    As then the guize was for each gentle swayne,
    In his right hand he held a trembling dart,
    Whose fellow he before had sent apart;
    And in his left he held a sharp bore-speare,
    With which he wont to launch the salvage heart
    Of many a lyon, and of many a beare,
    That first unto his hand in chase did happen neare."

    * Aglets, points or tags.
    *(2) Pinckt upon gold, etc., adorned with golden points, or eyelets,
    and regularly intersected with stripes. Paled (in heraldry), striped.

    Tristram is often alluded to by the Romancers as the great authority
    and model in all matters relating to the chase. In the Faery Queene,
    Tristram, in answer to the inquiries of Sir Calidore, informs him of
    his name and parentage, and concludes:-

    "All which my days I have not lewdly spent,
    Nor spilt the blossom of my tender years
    In idlesse; but, as was convenient,
    Have trained been with many noble feres
    In gentle thewes, and such like seemly leers;*
    'Mongst which my most delight hath always been
    To hunt the salvage chace, amongst my peers,
    Of all that rangeth in the forest green
    Of which none is to me unknown that yet was seen.

    "Ne is there hawk which mantleth on her perch,
    Whether high towering or accosting low,
    But I the measure of her flight do search,
    And all her prey, and all her diet know.
    Such be our joys, which in these forests grow."

    * Feres, companions; thewes, labors; leers, learning.

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