The Boy's King Arthur: Sir Thomas Malory's History of King Arthur and His Knights of the Round TableMalory, Thomas, Sir
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The Boy's King Arthur: Sir Thomas Malory's History of King Arthur and His Knights of the Round Table
Malory, Thomas, Sir
Arthur, King -- Legends; Arthurian romances -- Adaptations; Folklore -- England; Knights and knighthood -- Folklore
And so, as Sir Mordred was at Dover with his host, there came King
Arthur with a great navy of ships, galleys, and carracks. And there was
Sir Mordred ready awaiting upon his landing, to let [_hinder_] his own
[uncle] to land upon the land that he was king over. Then there was
launching of great boats and small, and full of noble men of arms, and
there was much slaughter of gentle knights, and many a full bold baron
was laid full low on both parties. But King Arthur was so courageous,
that there might no manner of knights let him to land, and his knights
fiercely followed him. And so they landed, maugre Sir Mordred and all
his power, and put Sir Mordred aback, that he fled and all his people.
So when this battle was done, King Arthur let bury his people that were
dead, and then was the noble knight Sir Gawaine found in a great boat
lying more than half dead. When Sir Arthur wist that Sir Gawaine was
laid so low, he went unto him, and there the king made sorrow out of
measure, and took Sir Gawaine in his arms, and thrice he there swooned.
And when he awaked he said, "Alas, Sir Gawaine, my sister's son, here
now thou liest, the man in the world that I loved most, and now is my
joy gone: for now, my nephew Sir Gawaine, I will discover me unto your
person; in Sir Launcelot and you I most had my joy, and mine affiance,
and now have I lost my joy of you both, wherefore all mine earthly joy
is gone from me."
"Mine uncle King Arthur," said Sir Gawaine, "wit you well, my death day
is come, and all is through mine own hastiness and wilfulness, for I
am smitten upon the old wound the which Sir Launcelot gave me, on the
which I feel well I must die, and had Sir Launcelot been with you as
he was, this unhappy war had never begun, and of all this am I causer,
for Sir Launcelot and his blood through their prowess held all your
cankered enemies in subjection and danger: and now," said Sir Gawaine,
"ye shall miss Sir Launcelot. But, alas, I would not accord with him,
and therefore," said Sir Gawaine, "I pray you, fair uncle, that I may
have paper, pen, and ink, that I may write unto Sir Launcelot a letter
with mine own hands."
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