Speak out what is it thou hast heard or seen?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : Then with both hands I flung him, wheeling him ; But when I look'd again, behold an arm, Cloth'd in white samite, mystic, wonderful, That caught him by the hilt and brandish'd him Three times, and drew him under in the mere.' And answer made King Arthur, breathing hard: 'My end draws nigh; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin; yet I fear So saying, from the pavement he half rose, And would have spoken, but he found not words; Then took with care, and kneeling on one knee, O'er both his shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him thro' the place of tombs. But, as he walk'd, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare on his bed When all the house is mute. So sighed the king, Muttering and murmuring at his ear, 'Quick, quick! I fear it is too late and I shall die.' But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge, Clothed with his breath, and looking, as he walked, Larger than human on the frozen hills. He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves based His feet on juts of slipping crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heelsAnd on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon. Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms, Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream — by these Three queens with crowns of gold: and from them rose A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, Of lamentation, like a wind that shrills All night in the waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, 'Place me in the barge.' So to the barge they came. There those three queens Put forth their hands, and took the King, and wept. But she, that rose the tallest of them all And fairest, laid his head upon her lap, And loosed the shatter'd casque, and chafed his hands, And call'd him by his name, complaining loud, And dropping bitter tears against a brow Striped with dark blood: for all his face was white And colorless, and like the wither'd moon Of onset ; and the light and lustrous curls — Or, clotted into points and hanging loose, Mixed with the knightly growth that fringed his lips. So like a shattered column lay the king; Malory describes in this way the death of Launcelot : "Then Sir Launcelot, ever after, eat but little meat, nor drank, but continually mourned until he was dead; and then he sickened more and more, and dried and dwindled away. For the bishop, nor none of his fellows, might not make him to eat, and little he drank, that he was soon waxed shorter by a cubit than he was, that the people could not know him. For evermore day and night he prayed (taking no rest), but needfully as nature required: sometimes he slumbered a broken sleep; and always he was lying grovelling upon King Arthur's and Queen Guenever's tomb; and there was no comfort that the bishop, nor Sir Bors, not none of all his fellows could make him; it availed nothing. "And so, within fifteen days, they came to Joyous Guard, and there they laid his corpse in the body of the quire, and sung and read many psalters and prayers over him and about him; and even his visage was laid open and naked, that all folk might behold him. For such was the custom in those days, that all men of worship should so lie with open visage till that they were buried. And right thus as they were at their service there came Sir Ector de Maris, that had sought seven years all England, Scotland, and Wales, seeking his brother, Sir Launcelot. "And then Sir Ector threw his shield, his sword, and his helm from him; and when he |