There are fewer suggestions of narrative experiment in the contemporary French _lais_ of Marie.[8] Her _Yonec_ is satisfied with the rapid summary of Latin tradition. Her charming _Honeysuckle_ is an episode of the Tristram story. Iseult, finding a peeled wand by her way through the wood, knew that Tristram was near. As much lyric as narrative, such episodic poems suggest what the _lai_ may have been in its earliest use of Celtic fairy adventure. _Lanval_ and _Eliduc_ handle with more narrative progress what we now call a situation. Another rendering of the former situation, the anonymous _Graalent_, shows by contrast Marie’s discernment either in choosing a version narratively superior or in herself reshaping. Generally her art is less of composition than of style. Her habit with a situation is not the fluent onwardness of _Aucassin et Nicolete_,[9] nor the intensive and progressive sequence of the later _Chastelaine de Vergi_.[10] The technic of the latter, though distinctly realized in the middle age, remained exceptional. It receives little attention even in the _Decameron_; and it stands out among the _Canterbury Tales_. 3. Chrétien de Troyes A romance of five or six thousand lines, but still selective, was developed by Chrétien de Troyes.[11] His _Erec_ tells the tale which Lady Charlotte Guest translated in her _Mabinogion_ as _Geraint the Son of Erbin_ from a later Welsh version. Enid is stricken with shame that Geraint’s love of her should run to ignoble fondness. Her lament, overheard and mistaken by Geraint, rouses his jealous pride to prove her long and cruelly. This moment the Welsh writer sees in its setting. And one morning in the summer time they were upon their couch, and Geraint lay upon the edge of it. And Enid was without sleep in the apartment, which had windows of glass. And the sun shone upon the couch. And the clothes had slipped from off his arms and his breast, and he was asleep. Then she gazed upon the marvellous beauty of his appearance, and she said, “Alas! and am I the cause that these arms and this breast have lost their glory and the warlike fame which they once so richly enjoyed?” And as she said this, the tears dropped from her eyes, and they fell upon his breast.[12]