Chivalry -- Fiction; Knights and knighthood -- Fiction; Romances, Spanish -- Translations into English
The King being at table with Agrayes and his cousins, said to them, I
trust we shall have good news of Amadis, for I have sent thirty Knights
of the best of my household to seek him, and, if they fail, take you
as many as you will and seek him; but I beseech you do not depart till
after a battle which has been appointed between me and King Cildadan of
Ireland, who is a King renowned in arms, and has married the daughter
of King Abies, whom Amadis slew. The battle is to be an hundred against
an hundred, and the quarrel this: That kingdom has been obliged to
pay tribute to the Kings of Great Britain: Cildadan demands battle on
condition, that, if he be conquered, the tribute shall be doubled; but,
if he succeed, the country shall be freed therefrom. I trow he will
need all his Knights and friends! The three companions, albeit loth to
have their search delayed, yet could they not refuse to stay and share
the peril. After the cloths were removed, Florestan bade Gandalin go
to Mabilia, who wished to see him. He went accordingly, and, when they
saw each other, they both wept. Ah, Lady, quoth he, what great wrong
hath Oriana done to you and to your lineage, in depriving you of the
best Knight in the world! and what wrong hath she done to him, who
never erred against her in deed nor word! Ill hath God bestowed such
beauty and such goodness, when this could be in her! and yet none hath
lost so much by it as herself! Say not thus, Gandalin! cried Mabilia,
what she did was from exceeding love, and in the belief that he was
loving another. And then she related all that had been said by Ardian
concerning the broken sword. O God! quoth Gandalin, where were all your
understandings? he would have buried himself alive for her displeasure!
and she believed this! and thus is the best Knight in the world
destroyed! Oriana had listened to all this: she came forward as if she
had heard nothing; and weeping, so that hardly could she speak, she
said, O Gandalin! God preserve and bless you, as you shall do what you
ought! Lady, said he, in tears also, what do you command me? Kill me!
cried she, for I killed your master, and you should revenge his death,
as he would have revenged your's! And then she fell senseless.
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