On the morrow he fared down with us to our ferry, and made many prayers
to us to take him along with us; for here, said he, is neither lordship
nor fair lady; and if here I abide, soon shall I come to mine ending
day, and sore I yearn for joyance and a long term to my years. Now we
durst not take him aboard lest we should fare amiss with the wight of
the Sending Boat; so we naysaid him courteously, thanked him for his
guesting, and gave him gifts, to wit, a finger gold ring and an ouch of
gold, so he turned away from us somewhat downcast as we deemed; but ere
we had given the word to the Sending Boat we heard him singing merrily
in a high cracked voice as he went on his way.
Now on this last day betid somewhat of new tidings; for scarce was this
isle out of sight behind, ere we saw a boat come sailing toward us from
the north-east, and it came on swiftly with a blue ripple of the lake
behind it. Thereat we marvelled, and yet more when we saw that its sail
was striped of gold and green and black; next then were we betwixt fear
and joy when, as it drew nigher, we saw three women in the said boat,
clad in gold, green, and black; and it came so nigh unto us at last,
that we could see their faces that they were verily those of our
lovelings; and each reached out her arms to us and called on us for
help, each by our name: and there we were, oarless, sailless, at the
mercy of our unkenned ferry. Then would Baudoin and I have leapt
overboard to swim to our loves at all adventure; but Sir Arthur here
stayed us, and bade us think of it, that we were now nearing the
Witch-land, and if we might not look to be beset with guiles and gins
to keep us from winning to our journey’s end; wherefore we forbore,
though in all wretchedness, and the gay boat ran down the wind away
from us, and the breeze and the ripple passed away with it, and the
lake lay under the hot sun as smooth as glass; and on we went,
weary-hearted.
Came again another sail out of the north-east, when the sun was getting
low, and speedily it drew nigh, but this time it was no small boat or
barge, but a tall ship with great sails, and goodly-towered she was and
shield-hung, and the basnets gleamed and the spears glittered from her
castle-tops and bulwarks, and the sound of her horns came down the wind
as she neared us. We two handled our weapons and did on our basnets,
but Arthur there, he sat still, and said: Not over-wise is the witch,
that she lets loose on us two sendings in one day so like unto each
other. Hah, said Baudoin, be we wary though; they are going to shoot.
And sure enough we saw a line of bowmen in all the castles and even
along, and a horn blew, and then forth flew the shafts, but whither we
knew not, for none came anywhere anigh us; and Arthur laughed and said:
A fair shot into the clouds; but, by our Lady! if none shot better in
our country, I would bear no armour for their shafts. But we two were
confused and knew not what to think.
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