As for his aspect, she saw that he was tall and well-knit, and goodly
of fashion; dark-haired, with long hazel eyes, smooth-cheeked and
bright-skinned; his nose long, and a little bent over at the end, and
coming down close to his lips, which were full and red; his face was
hairless save for a little lip-beard. He was so clad, that he had no
helm on his head, but a little hat with a broad gold piece in the front
thereof; he was girt to a long sword, and had an anlace also in his
belt, and Birdalone saw the rings of a fine hauberk at his collar and
knees; otherwise he was not armed. Over his hauberk he wore a black
surcoat, without device of any kind, and his foot and leg gear were of
the same hue; wherefore may we call him the Black Knight. Sooth to say,
for all his soft speech, she feared him and rued the meeting of him.
Now he spake to her again: I see that thou art wroth with me, lady; but
mayhappen it is not so ill that I have happened on thee; for this dale
hath a bad name for more than one thing, and is scarce meet for damsels
to wander in. But now since thou hast a weaponed man with thee, and
thou, by All-hallows! not utterly unarmed, thou mayst well go up the
valley and see something more thereof. So come now, mount thine horse
again, and I will lead him for thee.
Now Birdalone found speech and said: Knight, for such thou seemest to
me, I deem now that I have no need to fare further in this dale, but I
will get me into the saddle and turn my horse’s head outward again,
giving thee good day first and thanking thee for thy courtesy. And
therewith she turned to get to her palfrey, but sore trembling the
while; but he followed her and said, with brow somewhat knitted: Nay,
lady, I have left my horse somewhat further up, and I must go back to
fetch him, that we may wend out of the dale together. For I will not
suffer thee to flee from me and fall into the hands of evil wights, be
they ghosts or living men, and that the less since I have heard the
speech in thy mouth, as of honey and cream and roses. Therefore if thou
go out of the dale, I shall go with thee afoot, leading thine horse.
And look to it if it be courteous to unhorse a knight, who is ready to
be thy servant. Moreover, since thou hast come to this dale of wonder,
and mayst leave it safely, pity it were that thou shouldst see nought
thereof, for strange is it forsooth, and belike thou shalt never seek
thither again. Wherefore I crave of thee, once more, to mount thine
horse and let me lead thee up the dale.
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