If he astonished
them at first, stiller were then
All that household
in hall, the high and the low;
The stranger on
his green steed stirred in the saddle,
And roisterously
his red eyes he rolled all about,
Bent his bristling
brows, that were bright green,
Wagged his beard
as he watched who would arise.
When the court
kept its counsel he coughed aloud,
And cleared his
throat coolly, the clearer to speak:
"What, is this
Arthur's house," said that horseman then,
"Whose fame is
so fair in far realms and wide?
Where is now your
arrogance and your awesome deeds,
Your valor and
your victories and your vaunting words?
Now are the revel
and renown of the Round Table
Overwhelmed with
a word of one man's speech,
For all cower
and quake, and no cut felt!"
With this he laughs
so loud that the lord grieved;
The blood for
sheer shame shot to his face,
and pride.
With rage his face flushed red,
And so did all beside.
Then the king as bold man bred
Toward the stanger took a stride.
And said "Sir,
now we see you will say but folly,
Which whoso has
sought, it suits that he find.
No guest here
is aghast of your great words.
Give to me your
gisarme, in God's own name,
And the boon you
have begged shall straight be granted."
He leaps to him
lightly, lays hold of his weapon;
The green fellow
on foot fiercely alights.
Now has Arthur
his ax, and the haft grips,
And sternly stirs
it about, on striking bent.
The stranger before
him stood there erect,
Higher than any
in the house by a head and more;
With stern look
as he stood, he stroked his beard,
And with undaunted
countenance drew down his coat,
No more moved
nor dismayed for his mighty dints
Than any bold
man on bench had brought him a drink
of wine.
Gawain by Guenevere
Toward the king doth now incline:
"I beseech, before all here,
That this melee may be mine."
"Would you grant
me the grace," said Gawain to the king,
"To be gone from
this bench and stand by you there,
If I without discourtesy
might quit this board,
And if my liege
lady misliked it not,
I would come to
your counsel before your court noble.
For I find it
not fit, as in faith it is known,
When such a boon
is begged before all these knights,
Though you be
tempted thereto, to take it on yourself
While so bold
men about upon benches sit,
That no host under
heaven is hardier of will,
Nor better brothers-in-arms
where battle is joined;
I am the weakest,
well I know, and of wit feeblest;
And the loss of
my life would be least of any;
That I have you
for uncle is my only praise;
My body, but for
your blood, is barren of worth;
And for that this
folly befits not a king,
And 'tis I that
have asked it, it ought to be mine,
And if my claim
be not comely let all this court judge,
in sight."
The court assays the claim,
And in counsel all unite
To give Gawain the game
And release the King outright.