Then Merlin came thither and took up Balin, and gat him a good horse,
for his was dead, and bade him ride out of that country. I would have
my damosel, said Balin. Lo, said Merlin, where she lieth dead. And King
Pellam lay so, many years sore wounded, and might never be whole till
Galahad the haut prince healed him in the quest of the Sangreal, for in
that place was part of the blood of our Lord Jesus Christ, that Joseph
of Arimathea brought into this land, and there himself lay in that rich
bed. And that was the same spear that Longius smote our Lord to the
heart; and King Pellam was nigh of Joseph’s kin, and that was the most
worshipful man that lived in those days, and great pity it was of his
hurt, for through that stroke, turned to great dole, tray and tene.
Then departed Balin from Merlin, and said, In this world we meet never
no more. So he rode forth through the fair countries and cities, and
found the people dead, slain on every side. And all that were alive
cried, O Balin, thou hast caused great damage in these countries; for
the dolorous stroke thou gavest unto King Pellam three countries are
destroyed, and doubt not but the vengeance will fall on thee at the
last. When Balin was past those countries he was passing fain.
So he rode eight days or he met with adventure. And at the last he came
into a fair forest in a valley, and was ware of a tower, and there
beside he saw a great horse of war, tied to a tree, and there beside
sat a fair knight on the ground and made great mourning, and he was a
likely man, and a well made. Balin said, God save you, why be ye so
heavy? tell me and I will amend it, an I may, to my power. Sir knight,
said he again, thou dost me great grief, for I was in merry thoughts,
and now thou puttest me to more pain. Balin went a little from him, and
looked on his horse; then heard Balin him say thus: Ah, fair lady, why
have ye broken my promise, for thou promisest me to meet me here by
noon, and I may curse thee that ever ye gave me this sword, for with
this sword I slay myself, and pulled it out. And therewith Balin stert
unto him and took him by the hand. Let go my hand, said the knight, or
else I shall slay thee. That shall not need, said Balin, for I shall
promise you my help to get you your lady, an ye will tell me where she
is. What is your name? said the knight. My name is Balin le Savage. Ah,
sir, I know you well enough, ye are the Knight with the Two Swords, and
the man of most prowess of your hands living. What is your name? said
Balin. My name is Garnish of the Mount, a poor man’s son, but by my
prowess and hardiness a duke hath made me knight, and gave me lands;
his name is Duke Hermel, and his daughter is she that I love, and she
me as I deemed. How far is she hence? said Balin. But six mile, said
the knight. Now ride we hence, said these two knights. So they rode
more than a pace, till that they came to a fair castle well walled and
ditched.
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