Arthur, King -- Drama; Arthurian romances -- Adaptations; Tragedies (Drama)
Patience, my lord,
And I will tell you all. The dawn was breaking.
The guard had just relieved us. It was then
Sir Gareth and Sir Gaheris summoned me
On the King’s business. I knew not what it was.
We went with them. They had no arms. We went;
We came to the Queen’s door, and it was open.
The Queen stood there, like one that waited us.
There was a lamp burning above her head;
Oh, very pale she seemed and very calm.
“Do you come at my lord’s bidding?” so she asked.
And then Sir Gareth bowed his head. He spoke
No word, nor did Sir Gaheris; not a word.
And we were awed by her, she was so calm.
ARTHUR
So calm! And after?
MAN
I am telling all.
The Queen said “I am ready,” and so she passed
Between Sir Gareth and Sir Gaheris,
And we about them followed. It was dark
In the shadow by the walls. There was a mist,
A summer mist. The dawn was far above.
ARTHUR
And then?
MAN
We were all sorrowful at heart,
Knowing not----
ARTHUR
To the issue!
MAN
Some one cried
“Look where the Queen is taken to her death!”
Men had thronged up, and women; the cry passed
From lip to lip, “She is taken to her death.”
And sudden like a lion burst on us
Sir Launcelot.
ARTHUR
Ah!
MAN
I know not whence he came,
Out of the mist; his sword flashed in his hand,
But not so terrible as his eyes. They flamed,
You would have thought that when he saw the Queen
His very reason rushed right out of him.
GAWAINE
Ah, God defend my brothers!
MAN
He was mad,
Blood-mad he seemed; he knew not what he did,
He struck so sudden.
GAWAINE
My brothers!
MAN
Right and left
His sword was like a score of blades flashing.
I swear no man could have prevailed against him.
’Twas quicker than a hawk upon a hare.
Myself was thrown down. He had caught the Queen,
And borne her off--men say, to Joyous Gard.
ARTHUR
War! It is war!
GAWAINE
My brothers? Where are they?
Speak, wretch.
MAN
I know not.
GAWAINE
Speak.
MAN
Oh, my good lord,
Sir Gareth and Sir Gaheris are dead.
GAWAINE (_utters a great cry_)
Launcelot slew them?
MAN
He knew not what he did.
GAWAINE
They had no arms!
ARTHUR
Woe is me!
GAWAINE
Launcelot!
He saw them and he slew them!
ARTHUR
Woe is me!
I let them go. Ah, Gawaine!
GAWAINE
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