So spake the kindly-hearted Earl, and she With frequent smile and nod departing found, 515 Half-disarray’d as to her rest, the girl; Whom first she kiss’d on either cheek, and then On either shining shoulder laid a hand, And kept her off and gazed upon her face, And told her all their converse in the hall, 520 Proving her heart: but never light and shade Coursed one another more on open ground Beneath a troubled heaven, than red and pale Across the face of Enid hearing her; While slowly falling as a scale that falls, 525 When weight is added only grain by grain, Sank her sweet head upon her gentle breast; Nor did she lift an eye nor speak a word, Rapt in the fear and in the wonder of it. So moving without answer to her rest 530 She found no rest, and ever fail’d to draw The quiet night into her blood, but lay Contemplating her own unworthiness; And when the pale and bloodless east began To quicken to the sun, arose, and raised 535 Her mother too, and hand in hand they moved Down to the meadow where the jousts were held, And waited there for Yniol and Geraint. And thither came the twain, and when Geraint Beheld her first in field awaiting him, 540 He felt, were she the prize of bodily force, Himself beyond the rest pushing could move The chair of Idris. Yniol’s rusted arms Were on his princely person, but through these Princelike his bearing shone; and errant knights 545 And ladies came, and by and by the town Flow’d in, and settling circled all the lists. And there they fix’d the forks into the ground, And over these they placed a silver wand, And over that a golden sparrow-hawk. 550 Then Yniol’s nephew, after trumpet blown, Spake to the lady with him and proclaim’d, “Advance and take as fairest of the fair, For I these two years past have won it for thee, The prize of beauty.” Loudly spake the Prince, 555 “Forbear; there is a worthier,” and the knight, With some surprise and thrice as much disdain, Turn’d, and beheld the four, and all his face Glow’d like the heart of a great fire at Yule, So burnt he was with passion, crying out, 560 “Do battle for it then,” no more; and thrice They clash’d together, and thrice they brake their spears. Then each, dishorsed and drawing, lash’d at each So often and with such blows, that all the crowd Wonder’d, and now and then from distant walls 565 There came a clapping as of phantom hands. So twice they fought, and twice they breathed, and still The dew of their great labour, and the blood Of their strong bodies, flowing, drain’d their force. But either’s force was match’d till Yniol’s cry, 570 “Remember that great insult done the Queen,” Increased Geraint’s, who heaved his blade aloft, And crack’d the helmet through, and bit the bone,