Old French Romances, Done into EnglishMorris, William
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Old French Romances, Done into English
Morris, William
French literature -- To 1500 -- Translations into English; Romances; Tales, Medieval
But the pilgrim went his ways forthwith, and about vespers happened on
Amis, and they greeted each the other. And Amis said to the pilgrim, had
he seen or heard tidings in any land of Amile, son of the Count of
Alverne. And the pilgrim answered him all marvelling: “Who art thou,
Knight, who thus mockest a pilgrim? Thou seemest to me that Amile who
this day asked of me if I had seen Amis his fellow. I wot not for why
thou hast changed thy garments, thy folk, thine horses, and thine arms.
Thou askest me now what thou didst ask me to-day about tierce; and thou
gavest me this coat.”
“Trouble not thine heart,” said Amis, “I am not he whom thou deemest; but
I am Amis who seeketh Amile.” And he gave him of his silver, and bade
him pray our Lord to give him to find Amile. And the pilgrim said: “Go
thy ways forthright to Paris, and I trow that thou shalt find him whom
thou seekest so sore longing.” And therewith Aims went his ways full
eagerly.
Now on the morrow Amile was already departed from Paris, and was sitting
at meat with his knights hard by the water of Seine in a flowery meadow.
And when they saw Amis coming with his fellows all armed, they rose up
and armed them, and so went forth before them; and Amis said to his
fellows: “I see French knights who come against us in arms. Now fight
hardily and defend your lives. If we may escape this peril, then shall
we go with great joy to Paris, and thereto shall we be received with high
favour at the Court of the King.”
Then were the reins let loose and the spears shaken aloft, and the swords
drawn on either side, in such wise that no semblance was there that any
should escape alive. But God the all mighty who seeth all, and who
setteth an end to the toil of the righteous, did to hold aback them of
one part and of the other when they were now hard on each other, for then
said Amis: “Who are ye knights, who have will to slay Amis the exile and
his fellows?” At that voice Amile knew Amis his fellow and said: “O thou
Amis most well beloved, rest from my travail, I am Amile, son of the
Count of Alverne, who have not ceased to seek thee for two whole years.”
And therewith they lighted down from their horses, and embraced and
kissed each other, and gave thanks to God of that they were found. And
they swore fealty and friendship and fellowship perpetual, the one to the
other, on the sword of Amile, wherein were relics. Thence went they all
together to the Court of Charles, King of France; there might men behold
them young, well attempered, wise, fair, and of like fashion and visage,
loved of all and honoured. And the King received them much joyously, and
made of Amis his treasurer, and of Amile his server.
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