King Arthur and the Knights of the Round TableMalory, Thomas, Sir
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King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table
Malory, Thomas, Sir
Arthurian romances
So soon as he was landed on the shores of Gaul, there came to him a
countryman who told him of a fearful giant in the land of Brittany, who
had slain, murdered, and devoured many people, and had lived for seven
years upon young children only, "insomuch," said the man, "that all the
children of the country are destroyed; and but the other day he seized
upon our duchess, as she rode out with her men, and took her away to his
lodging in a cave of a mountain, and though five hundred people followed
her, yet could they give her no help or rescue, but left her shrieking
and crying lamentably in the giant's hands; and, Lord, she is thy cousin
Hoel's wife, who is of thy near kindred; wherefore, as thou art a
rightful king, have pity on this lady; and as thou art a valiant
conqueror, avenge us and deliver us."
"Alas!" said King Arthur, "this is a great mischief that ye tell of. I
had rather than the best realm I have, that I had rescued that lady ere
the giant laid his hand on her; but tell me now, good fellow, canst thou
bring me where this giant haunteth?"
"Yea, Lord!" replied the man; "lo, yonder, where thou seest two great
fires, there shalt thou find him, and more treasure also than is in all
Gaul besides."
Then the king returned to his tent, and, calling Sir Key and Sir Bedwin,
desired them to get horses ready for himself and them, for that after
evensong he would ride a pilgrimage with them alone to St. Michael's
Mount. So in the evening they departed, and rode as fast as they could
till they came near the mount, and there alighted; and the king
commanded the two knights to await him at the hill foot, while he went
up alone.
Then he ascended the mountain till he came to a great fire. And there he
found a sorrowful widow wringing her hands and weeping miserably,
sitting by a new-made grave. And saluting her, King Arthur prayed her
wherefore she made such heavy lamentations.
"Sir knight," she said, "speak softly, for yonder is a devil, who, if he
hear thy voice, will come and straightway slay thee. Alas! what dost
thou here? Fifty such men as thou were powerless to resist him. Here
lieth dead my lady, Duchess of Brittany, wife to Sir Hoel, who was the
fairest lady in the world, foully and shamefully slaughtered by that
fiend! Beware that thou go not too nigh, for he hath overcome and
vanquished fifteen kings, and hath made himself a coat of precious
stones, embroidered with their beards; but if thou art so hardy, and
wilt speak with him, at yonder great fire he is at supper."
"Well," said King Arthur, "I will accomplish mine errand, for all thy
fearful words;" and so went forth to the crest of the hill, and saw
where the giant sat at supper, gnawing on a limb of a man, and baking
his huge frame by the fire, while three damsels turned three spits,
whereon were spitted, like larks, twelve young children lately born.
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