Idylls of the KingTennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron
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Idylls of the King
Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron
Arthur, King -- Poetry; Arthurian romances -- Adaptations; Knights and knighthood -- Poetry
He followed nearer; ruth began to work
Against his anger in him, while he watched
The being he loved best in all the world,
With difficulty in mild obedience
Driving them on: he fain had spoken to her,
And loosed in words of sudden fire the wrath
And smouldered wrong that burnt him all within;
But evermore it seemed an easier thing
At once without remorse to strike her dead,
Than to cry “Halt,” and to her own bright face
Accuse her of the least immodesty:
And thus tongue-tied, it made him wroth the more
That she could speak whom his own ear had heard
Call herself false: and suffering thus he made
Minutes an age: but in scarce longer time
Than at Caerleon the full-tided Usk,
Before he turn to fall seaward again,
Pauses, did Enid, keeping watch, behold
In the first shallow shade of a deep wood,
Before a gloom of stubborn-shafted oaks,
Three other horsemen waiting, wholly armed,
Whereof one seemed far larger than her lord,
And shook her pulses, crying, “Look, a prize!
Three horses and three goodly suits of arms,
And all in charge of whom? a girl: set on.”
“Nay,” said the second, “yonder comes a knight.”
The third, “A craven; how he hangs his head.”
The giant answered merrily, “Yea, but one?
Wait here, and when he passes fall upon him.”
And Enid pondered in her heart and said,
“I will abide the coming of my lord,
And I will tell him all their villainy.
My lord is weary with the fight before,
And they will fall upon him unawares.
I needs must disobey him for his good;
How should I dare obey him to his harm?
Needs must I speak, and though he kill me for it,
I save a life dearer to me than mine.”
And she abode his coming, and said to him
With timid firmness, “Have I leave to speak?”
He said, “Ye take it, speaking,” and she spoke.
“There lurk three villains yonder in the wood,
And each of them is wholly armed, and one
Is larger-limbed than you are, and they say
That they will fall upon you while ye pass.”
To which he flung a wrathful answer back:
“And if there were an hundred in the wood,
And every man were larger-limbed than I,
And all at once should sally out upon me,
I swear it would not ruffle me so much
As you that not obey me. Stand aside,
And if I fall, cleave to the better man.”
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