Chivalry -- Fiction; Knights and knighthood -- Fiction; Romances, Spanish -- Translations into English
seen; the sheath was of bone, yet green like an emerald, and so clear
that the blade of the sword could be seen through, and it was unlike
other blades, for the one-half was as bright as it could be, and the
other burning red like fire; the hilt was of the same green bone, and
the belt also, being made of such small pieces fastened together with
gold screws, that it could be girt on like a common belt. This the
Squire hung round his neck, and took from the same coffer a head-dress
of flowers, the half whereof were as beautiful and fresh as though
they had just then been cut from the living stem; the other half so
withered and dry, that it seemed they would crumble at a touch. The
King asked why those flowers, that all seemed to grow from the same
stem, were yet in such different condition, and what was the nature of
that strange sword? King, said the old Squire, this sword cannot be
drawn from the scabbard, except by the Knight who of all men in the
world loveth his Lady best; and as soon as he shall have it in his
hand, the half which is now of burning red, shall become clear and
bright like the other part, and the whole blade be of one colour; and
when this garland of flowers shall be set upon the head of that Lady
or Damsel, that with the same surpassing love doth love her husband or
friend, the dry flowers shall again become fresh and green. And know,
Sir, that I cannot be knighted except by the hands of that true lover,
nor take sword except from that loyal Lady; for this, O King, having
searched all other courts and parts of the world, I am come hither,
after sixty years, hoping that as there is no court of Emperor or King
like this, here I may succeed at last. Tell me, said Lisuarte, how is
it that the half which is burning red, does not burn the scabbard?
You shall hear, quoth the Squire: Between Tartary and India there is
a sea so hot, that it boils like water over a fire, and it is all
green; and in that sea serpents breed bigger than crocodiles, having
wings wherewith they fly, and so venomous that all people run from
them in fear; nevertheless, they who at any time find one dead esteem
it much, being a thing excellent in medicine. These serpents have one
bone reaching from the head to the tail, it is so strong that the whole
body is formed upon this one bone, and green as you see it here in this
scabbard and hilt and belt, and because it grew in that boiling sea no
fire can burn it. Now I will tell you of this garland: the flowers are
from trees in Tartary, in an island fifteen miles from the shore; the
trees are only two, nor is it known that there are any such in any part
elsewhere; but in that sea is a whirlpool, so terrible that men fear to
venture to take them, howbeit they that have dared pass and succeeded,
sell them for what they will to ask, for this freshness and life-green
never fails. Having told you thus much, you shall know who I myself am.
I am nephew of the best man of his own time, who was called Apolidon,
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