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    CHAPTER XVIII.
    MORTE D'ARTHUR.

    "And now the whole ROUND TABLE is dissolved,
    Which was an image of the mighty world,
    And I, the last, go forth companionless;
    And the days darken round me, and the years
    Among new men, strange faces, other minds."- TENNYSON.

    SIR MODRED was left ruler of all England, and he caused letters to
    be written, as if from beyond sea, that King Arthur was slain in
    battle. So he called a Parliament, and made himself be crowned king;
    and he took the queen, Guenever, and said plainly that he would wed
    her, but she escaped from him, and took refuge in the Tower of London.
    And Sir Modred went and laid siege about the Tower of London, and made
    great assaults thereat, but all might not avail him. Then came word to
    Sir Modred that King Arthur had raised the siege of Sir Launcelot, and
    was coming home. Then Sir Modred summoned all the barony of the
    land; and much people drew unto Sir Modred, and said they would
    abide with him for better and for worse; and he drew a great host to
    Dover, for there he heard say that King Arthur would arrive.
    And as Sir Modred was at Dover with his host, came King Arthur, with
    a great number of ships and galleys, and there was Sir Modred awaiting
    upon the landing. Then was there launching of great boats and small,
    full of noble men of arms, and there was much slaughter, of gentle
    knights on both parts. But King Arthur was so courageous, there
    might no manner of knights prevent him to land, and his knights
    fiercely followed him; and so they landed, and put Sir Modred aback so
    that he fled, and all his people. And when the battle was done, King
    Arthur commanded to bury his people that were dead. And then was noble
    Sir Gawain found, in a great boat, lying more than half dead. And King
    Arthur went to him, and made sorrow out of measure. "Mine uncle," said
    Sir Gawain, "know thou well my death-day is come, and all is through
    mine own hastiness and wilfulness, for I am smitten upon the old wound
    which Sir Launcelot gave me, of the which I feel I must die. And had
    Sir Launcelot been with you as of old, this war had never begun, and
    of all this I am the cause." Then Sir Gawain prayed the king to send
    for Sir Launcelot, and to cherish him above all other knights. And so,
    at the hour of noon, Sir Gawain yielded up his spirit, and then the
    king bade inter him in a chapel within Dover Castle; and there all men
    may see the skull of him, and the same wound is seen that Sir
    Launcelot gave him in battle.
    Then was it told the king that Sir Modred had pitched his camp
    upon Barrendown; and the king rode thither, and there was a great
    battle betwixt them, and King Arthur's party stood best, and Sir
    Modred and his party fled unto Canterbury.
    And there was a day assigned betwixt King Arthur and Sir Modred that
    they should meet upon a down beside Salisbury, and not far from the
    seaside, to do battle yet again. And at night, as the king slept, he
    dreamed a wonderful dream. It seemed him verily that there came Sir
    Gawain unto him, with a number of fair ladies with him. And when
    King Arthur saw him, he said, "Welcome, my sister's son; I weened thou
    hadst been dead; and now I see thee alive, great is my joy. But, O
    fair nephew, what be these ladies that hither be come with you?"
    "Sir," said Sir Gawain, "all these be ladies for whom I have fought
    when I was a living man; and because I did battle for them in
    righteous quarrel, they have given me grace to bring me hither unto
    you, to warn you of your death, if ye fight to-morrow with Sir Modred.
    Therefore take ye treaty, and proffer you largely for a month's delay;
    for within a month shall come Sir Launcelot and all his noble knights,
    and rescue you worshipfully, and slay Sir Modred and all that hold
    with him." And then Sir Gawain and all the ladies vanished. And anon
    the king called to fetch his noble lords and wise bishops unto him.
    And when they were come, the king told them his vision, and what Sir
    Gawain had told him. Then the king sent Sir Lucan the butler, and
    Sir Bedivere, with two bishops, and charged them in any wise to take a
    treaty for a month and a day with Sir Modred. So they departed, and
    came to Sir Modred; and so, at the last, Sir Modred was agreed to have
    Cornwall and Kent, during Arthur's life, and all England after his
    death.
    Then was it agreed that King Arthur and Sir Modred should meet
    betwixt both their hosts, and each of them should bring fourteen
    persons, and then and there they should sign the treaty. And when King
    Arthur and his knights were prepared to go forth, he warned all his
    host, "If so be ye see any sword drawn, look ye come on fiercely,
    and slay whomsoever withstandeth, for I in no wise trust that traitor,
    Sir Modred." In likewise Sir Modred warned his host. So they met,
    and were agreed and accorded thoroughly. And wine was brought, and
    they drank. Right then came an adder out of a little heath-bush, and
    stung a knight on the foot. And when the knight felt him sting, he
    looked down and saw the adder, and then he drew his sword to slay
    the adder, and thought of no other harm. And when the host on both
    sides saw that sword drawn, they blew trumpets and horns, and
    shouted greatly. And King Arthur took his horse, and rode to his
    party, saying, "Alas, this unhappy day!" And Sir Modred did in like
    wise. And never was there a more doleful battle in Christian land. And
    ever King Arthur rode throughout the battle, and did full nobly, as
    a worthy king should, and Sir Modred that day did his devoir, and
    put himself in great peril. And thus they fought all the long day,
    till the most of all the noble knights lay dead upon the ground.
    Then the king looked about him, and saw of all his host were left
    alive but two knights, Sir Lucan the butler, and Sir Bedivere his
    brother, and they were full sore wounded.
    Then King Arthur saw where Sir Modred leaned upon his sword among
    a great heap of dead men. "Now give me my spear," said Arthur unto Sir
    Lucan, "for yonder I espy the traitor that hath wrought all this woe."
    "Sir, let him be," said Sir Lucan; "for if ye pass this unhappy day ye
    shall be right well revenged upon him. Remember what the sprite of Sir
    Gawain told you, and leave off now, for ye have won the field; and
    if ye leave off now this evil day of destiny is past." "Betide me
    life, betide me death," said King Arthur, "he shall not now escape
    my hands." Then the king took his spear in both hands, and ran
    toward Sir Modred, crying, "Traitor, now is thy death-day come." And
    there King Arthur smote Sir Modred under the shield, with a thrust
    of his spear through the body. And when Sir Modred felt that he had
    his death-wound, with the might that he had he smote King Arthur, with
    his sword holden in both his hands, on the side of the head, that
    the sword pierced the helmet and the brain-pan; and then Sir Modred
    fell stark dead upon the earth. And the noble Arthur fell in a swoon
    to the earth. And Sir Lucan the butler and Sir Bedivere raised him up,
    and gently led him betwixt them both to a little chapel not far from
    the seaside. And when the king was there he thought him well eased.
    Then heard they people cry in the field. And Sir Lucan went to see
    what that cry betokened; and he saw by the moonlight that pillers* and
    robbers were come to rob the dead. And he returned, and said to the
    king, "By my rede, it is best that we bring you to some town." "I
    would it were so," said the king. And when the king tried to go he
    fainted. Then Sir Lucan took up the king on the one part, and Sir
    Bedivere on the other part; and in the lifting Sir Lucan fell in a
    swoon to the earth, for he was grievously wounded. And then the
    noble knight's heart burst. And when the king awoke he beheld Sir
    Lucan, how he lay foaming at the mouth, and speechless. "Alas!" said
    the king, "this is to me a full heavy sight, to see this noble duke so
    die for my sake; for he would have holpen me that had more need of
    help than I, and he would not complain, his heart was so set to help
    me." Then Sir Bedivere wept for his brother. "Leave this mourning
    and weeping," said the king, "for wit thou well, if I might live
    myself, the death of Sir Lucan would grieve me evermore; but my time
    hieth fast. Therefore," said Arthur unto Sir Bedivere, "take thou
    Excalibar, my good sword, and go with it to yonder waterside; and when
    thou comest there I charge thee throw my sword in that water, and come
    again and tell me what thou there seest." "My lord," said Sir
    Bedivere, "your commandment shall be done." So Sir Bedivere
    departed, and by the way he beheld that noble sword, that the pommel
    and the haft were all of precious stones; and then he said to himself,
    "If I throw this rich sword into the water no good shall come thereof,
    but only harm and loss." And then Sir Bedivere hid Excalibar under a
    tree. And so, as soon as he might, he came again unto the king.
    "What sawest thou there?" said the king. "Sir," he said, "I saw
    nothing." "Alas! thou hast deceived me," said the king. "Go thou
    lightly again, and as thou love me, spare not to throw it in." Then
    Sir Bedivere went again, and took the sword in his hand to throw it;
    but again it beseemed him but sin and shame to throw away that noble
    sword, and he hid it away again, and returned, and told the king he
    had done his commandment. "What sawest thou there?" said the king.
    "Sir," he said, "I saw nothing but waters deep and waves wan." "Ah,
    traitor untrue!" said King Arthur, "now hast thou betrayed me twice.
    And yet thou art named a noble knight, and hast been lief and dear
    to me. But now go again, and do as I bid thee, for thy long tarrying
    putteth me in jeopardy of my life." Then Sir Bedivere went to the
    sword, and lightly took it up, and went to the waterside, and he bound
    the girdle about the hilt, and then he threw the sword as far into the
    water as he might. And there came an arm and a hand out of the water
    and met it, and caught it, and shook it thrice and brandished it,
    and then vanished away the hand with the sword in the water.

    * Plunderers: the word is not now used.

    Then Sir Bedivere came again to the king, and told him what he
    saw. "Help me hence," said the king, "for I fear I have tarried too
    long." Then Sir Bedivere took the king on his back, and so went with
    him to that water-side; and when they came there, even fast by the
    bank there rode a little barge with many fair ladies in it, and
    among them was a queen; and all had black hoods, and they wept and
    shrieked when they saw King Arthur.
    "Now put me in the barge," said the king. And there received him
    three queens with great mourning, and in one of their laps King Arthur
    laid his head. And the queen said, "Ah, dear brother, why have ye
    tarried so long? Alas! this wound on your head hath caught overmuch
    cold." And then they rowed from the land, and Sir Bedivere beheld them
    go from him. Then he cried: "Ah, my lord Arthur, will ye leave me here
    alone among mine enemies?" "Comfort thyself," said the king, "for in
    me is no further help; for I will to the Isle of Avalon, to heal me of
    my grievous wound." And as soon as Sir Bedivere had lost sight of
    the barge he wept and wailed; then he took the forest, and went all
    that night, and in the morning he was ware of a chapel and a
    hermitage.
    Then went Sir Bedivere thither; and when he came into the chapel
    he saw where lay an hermit on the ground, near a tomb that was newly
    graven. "Sir," said Sir Bedivere, "what man is there buried that ye
    pray so near unto?" "Fair son," said the hermit, "I know not verily.
    But this night there came a number of ladies, and brought hither one
    dead, and prayed me to bury him." "Alas!" said Sir Bedivere, "that was
    my lord, King Arthur." Then Sir Bedivere swooned; and when he awoke he
    prayed the hermit he might abide with him, to live with fasting and
    prayers. "Ye are welcome," said the hermit. So there bode Sir Bedivere
    with the hermit; and he put on poor clothes, and served the hermit
    full lowly in fasting and in prayers.
    Thus of Arthur I find never more written in books that he
    authorized, nor more of the very certainty of his death; but thus
    was he led away in a ship, wherein were three queens; the one was King
    Arthur's sister, Queen Morgane le Fay; the other was Viviane, the Lady
    of the Lake and the third was the queen of North Galis. And this
    tale Sir Bedivere, knight of the Table Round, made to be written.
    Yet some men say that King Arthur is not dead, but hid away into
    another place, and men say that he shall come again and reign over
    England. But many say that there is written on his tomb this verse:-

    "Hic jacet Arthurus, Rex quondam, Rexque futurus."
    Here Arthur lies, King once and King to be.

    And when Queen Guenever understood that King Arthur was slain, and
    all the noble knights with him, she stole away, and five ladies with
    her; and so she went to Almesbury, and made herself a nun, and ware
    white clothes and black, and took great penance as ever did sinful
    lady, and lived in fasting, prayers, and alms-deeds. And there she was
    abbess and ruler of the nuns. Now turn we from her, and speak of Sir
    Launcelot of the Lake.
    When Sir Launcelot heard in his country that Sir Modred was
    crowned king of England and made war against his own uncle, King
    Arthur, then was Sir Launcelot wroth out of measure, and said to his
    kinsmen: "Alas, that double traitor, Sir Modred! now it repenteth me
    that ever he escaped out of my hands." Then Sir Launcelot and his
    fellows made ready in all haste, with ships and galleys, to pass
    into England; and so he passed over till he came to Dover, and there
    he landed with a great army. Then Sir Launcelot was told that King
    Arthur was slain. "Alas!" said Sir Launcelot, "this is the heaviest
    tidings that ever came to me." Then he called the kings, dukes,
    barons, and knights, and said thus: "My fair lords, I thank you all
    for coming into this country with me, but we came too late, and that
    shall repent me while I live. But since it is so," said Sir Launcelot,
    "I will myself ride and seek my lady, Queen Guenever, for I have heard
    say she hath fled into the west; therefore ye shall abide me here
    fifteen days, and if I come not within that time, then take your ships
    and your host and depart into your country."
    So Sir Launcelot departed and rode westerly, and there he sought
    many days; and at last he came to a nunnery, and was seen of Queen
    Guenever as he walked in the cloister; and when she saw him, she
    swooned away. And when she might speak, she bade him to be called to
    her. And when Sir Launcelot was brought to her, she said: "Sir
    Launcelot, I require thee and beseech thee, for all the love that ever
    was betwixt us, that thou never see me more, but return to thy kingdom
    and take thee a wife, and live with her with joy and bliss; and pray
    for me to my Lord, that I may get my soul's health." "Nay, madam,"
    said Sir Launcelot, "wit you well that I shall never do; but the
    same destiny that ye have taken you to will I take me unto, for to
    please and serve God." And so they parted, with tears and much
    lamentation; and the ladies bare the queen to her chamber, and Sir
    Launcelot took his horse and rode away, weeping.
    And at last Sir Launcelot was ware of a hermitage and a chapel,
    and then he heard a little bell ring to mass; and thither he rode
    and alighted, and tied his horse to the gate, and heard mass. And he
    that sang the mass was the hermit with whom Sir Bedivere had taken
    up his abode; and Sir Bedivere knew Sir Launcelot, and they spake
    together after mass. But when Sir Bedivere had told his tale, Sir
    Launcelot's heart almost burst for sorrow. Then he kneeled down, and
    prayed the hermit to shrive him, and besought that he might be his
    brother. Then the hermit said, "I will gladly"; and then he put a
    habit upon Sir Launcelot, and there he served God day and night,
    with prayers and fastings.
    And the great host abode at Dover till the end of the fifteen days
    set by Sir Launcelot, and then Sir Bohort made them to go home again
    to their own country; and Sir Bohort, Sir Hector de Marys, Sir Blanor,
    and many others, took on them to ride through all England to seek
    Sir Launcelot. So Sir Bohort by fortune rode until he came to the same
    chapel where Sir Launcelot was; and when he saw Sir Launcelot in
    that manner of clothing, he prayed the hermit that he might be in that
    same. And so there was a habit put upon him, and there he lived in
    prayers and fasting. And within half a year came others of the
    knights, their fellows, and took such a habit as Sir Launcelot and Sir
    Bohort had. Thus they endured in great penance six years.
    And upon a night there came a vision to Sir Launcelot, and charged
    him to haste him toward Almesbury, and "by the time thou come there,
    thou shalt find Queen Guenever dead." Then Sir Launcelot rose up
    early, and told the hermit thereof. Then said the hermit, "It were
    well that ye disobey not this vision." And Sir Launcelot took his
    seven companions with him, and on foot they went from Glastonbury to
    Almesbury, which is more than thirty miles. And when they were come to
    Almesbury, they found that Queen Guenever died but half an hour
    before. Then Sir Launcelot saw her visage, but he wept not greatly,
    but sighed. And so he did all the observance of the service himself,
    both the "dirige" at night, and at morn he sang mass, And there was
    prepared an horse-bier, and Sir Launcelot and his fellows followed the
    bier on foot from Almesbury until they came to Glastonbury; and she
    was wrapped in cered clothes, and laid in a coffin of marble. And when
    she was put in the earth, Sir Launcelot swooned, and lay long as one
    dead.
    And Sir Launcelot never after ate but little meat, nor drank; but
    continually mourned. And within six weeks Sir Launcelot fell sick; and
    he sent for the hermit and all his true fellows, and said, "Sir
    hermit, I pray you give me all my rights that a Christian man ought to
    have." "It shall not need," said the hermit and all his fellows; "it
    is but heaviness of your blood, and to-morrow morn you shall be well."
    "My fair lords," said Sir Launcelot, "my careful body will into the
    earth; I have warning more than now I will say; therefore give me my
    rights." So when he was houseled and aneled, and had all that a
    Christian man ought to have, he prayed the hermit that his fellows
    might bear his body to Joyous Garde. (Some men say it was Alnwick, and
    some say it was Bamborough.) "It repenteth me sore," said Sir
    Launcelot, "but I made a vow aforetime that in Joyous Garde I would be
    buried." Then there was weeping and wringing of hands among his
    fellows. And that night Sir Launcelot died; and when Sir Bohort and
    his fellows came to his bedside the next morning, they found him stark
    dead; and he lay as if he had smiled, and the sweetest savor all about
    him that ever they knew.
    And they put Sir Launcelot into the same horse-bier that Queen
    Guenever was laid in, and the hermit and they all together went with
    the body till they came to Joyous Garde. And there they laid his
    corpse in the body of the quire, and sang and read many psalms and
    prayers over him. And ever his visage was laid open and naked, that
    all folks might behold him. And right thus, as they were at their
    service, there came Sir Hector de Marys, that had seven years sought
    Sir Launcelot his brother, through all England, Scotland and Wales.
    And when Sir Hector heard such sounds in the chapel of Joyous Garde,
    he alighted and came into the quire. And all they knew Sir Hector.
    Then went Sir Bohort, and told him how there lay Sir Launcelot his
    brother, dead. Then Sir Hector threw his shield, his sword, and helm
    from him. And when he beheld Sir Launcelot's visage, it were hard
    for any tongue to tell the doleful complaints he made for his brother.
    "Ah, Sir Launcelot!" he said, "there thou liest. And now I dare to say
    thou wert never matched of none earthly knight's hand. And thou wert
    the courteousest knight that ever bare shield; and thou wert the
    truest friend to thy lover that ever bestrode horse; and thou were the
    truest lover, of a sinful man, that ever loved woman; and thou wert
    the kindest man that ever struck with sword. And thou wert the
    goodliest person that ever came among press of knights. And thou
    wert the meekest man, and the gentlest, that ever ate in hall among
    ladies. And thou wert the sternest knight to thy mortal foe that
    ever put spear in the rest." Then there was weeping and dolor out of
    measure. Thus they kept Sir Launcelot's corpse fifteen days, and
    then they buried it with great devotion.
    Then they went back with the hermit to his hermitage. And Sir
    Bedivere was there ever still hermit to his life's end. And Sir
    Bohort, Sir Hector, Sir Blanor and Sir Bleoberis went into the Holy
    Land. And these four knights did many battles upon the miscreants, the
    Turks; and there they died upon a Good Friday, as it pleased God.

    Thus endeth this noble and joyous book, entitled La Morte
    d'Arthur; notwithstanding it treateth of the birth, life and acts of
    the said King Arthur, and of his noble Knights of the Round Table,
    their marvellous enquests and adventures, the achieving of the
    Sangreal, and in the end, la Morte d'Arthur, with the dolorous death
    and departing out of this world of them all. Which book was reduced
    into English by Sir Thomas Mallory, Knight, and divided into
    twenty-one books, chaptered and imprinted and finished in the Abbey
    Westmestre, the last day of July, the year of our Lord MCCCCLXXXV.

    Caxton me fieri fecit.

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