The magic ring, Vol. 1 (of 3)La Motte-Fouqué, Friedrich Heinrich Karl, Freiherr de
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The magic ring, Vol. 1 (of 3)
La Motte-Fouqué, Friedrich Heinrich Karl, Freiherr de
German fiction -- Translations into English; Romances
“To this King Richard could not make any reply; and I was obliged to
leave the court once more deprived of my ring, and in deep melancholy.
Yet I lingered for some time in that country, hoping that, as Sir Folko
had been always so fortunate in arms, I might yet get the better of
him by stratagem and artifice. Accordingly I learned that he intended
making a journey into Wales, in order to behold with his own eyes the
fortresses and ruined castles where, in old times, King Arthur, and
his knights of the round table, had fought and banquetted. Determined
to brave all dangers, I ventured before him among the Welsh mountains,
and, disguising myself in an old rusty coat of mail and helmet, with
the visor down, I waited for him in a retired valley, through which
I knew that he must of necessity pass. He came up in due time, and
in a deep rough voice, which my closed visor helped me to disguise,
I challenged him to an immediate and mortal combat. He demanded to
know my name, and the cause of my challenge, but I declined giving
that information, and affected to think that he only sought a pretext
to evade our engagement. Furiously incensed, he then leaped from his
horse, (as I was on foot), with his armour and weapons rattling and
glancing, so that I had almost fainted from terror. I recovered myself,
however, and said to him, that I would not fight with him till he had
taken his enchanted ring from his finger, as it was well known that
this alone made him invincible, and that without such aid he was weak
and cowardly as a child. With an exclamation of anger and contempt,
he then pulled off his iron glove, threw the ring down on the grass,
which I directly seized upon, at the same moment throwing off my
visor’d helmet, and saying,--‘Now, perhaps, Sir Folko de Montfaucon
will recognize Gabrielle de Portamour, and he will doubtless have too
much generosity to take the ring from a young damsel who has here no
protector, or even to delay her intended journey.’ He bowed, and was
silent. After a pause, however, he said, ‘I shall have the honour,
lady, to meet you again in inhabited places, where you will doubtless
find a choice of defenders.’ Thereupon I directly made my escape, and
having my attendants in waiting with my horses, I rode away as fast as
possible to the sea-shore, where I was lucky enough to find a ship that
brought me over in safety, and with favourable winds, to Germany, which
country I now preferred to France, because I had heard that it was the
very temple and chief resort of brave and generous knights.
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