Mythology, Celtic -- Wales; Tales -- Wales; Welsh literature -- 1100-1400 -- Translations into English
both he and his horse were completely armed. When he had overtaken
Geraint, he said to him, “Tell me, chieftain, whether it is through
ignorance or through presumption that thou seekest to insult my dignity,
and to infringe my rules.” “Nay,” answered Geraint, “I knew not this
road was forbid to any.” “Thou didst know it,” said the other; “come
with me to my Court, to give me satisfaction.” “That will I not, by my
faith,” said Geraint; “I would not go even to thy Lord’s Court, excepting
Arthur were thy Lord.” “By the hand of Arthur himself,” said the knight,
“I will have satisfaction of thee, or receive my overthrow at thy hands.”
And immediately they charged one another. And a squire of his came to
serve him with lances as he broke them. And they gave each other such
hard and severe strokes that their shields lost all their colour. But it
was very difficult for Geraint to fight with him on account of his small
size, for he was hardly able to get a full aim at him with all the
efforts he could make. And they fought thus until their horses were
brought down upon their knees; and at length Geraint threw the knight
headlong to the ground; and then they fought on foot, and they gave one
another blows so boldly fierce, so frequent, and so severely powerful,
that their helmets were pierced, and their skullcaps were broken, and
their arms were shattered, and the light of their eyes was darkened by
sweat and blood. At the last Geraint became enraged, and he called to
him all his strength; and boldly angry, and swiftly resolute, and
furiously determined, he lifted up his sword, and struck him on the crown
of his head a blow so mortally painful, so violent, so fierce, and so
penetrating, that it cut through all his head armour, and his skin, and
his flesh, until it wounded the very bone, and the sword flew out of the
hand of the Little King to the furthest end of the plain, and he besought
Geraint that he would have mercy and compassion upon him. “Though thou
hast been neither courteous nor just,” said Geraint, “thou shalt have
mercy, upon condition that thou wilt become my ally, and engage never to
fight against me again, but to come to my assistance whenever thou
hearest of my being in trouble.” “This will I do, gladly, Lord,” said
he. So he pledged him his faith thereof. “And now, Lord, come with me,”
said he, “to my Court yonder, to recover from thy weariness and fatigue.”
“That will I not, by Heaven,” said he.
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