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Yvain

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by Chretien de Troyes


  How had that gown come

  To be there? Who could have brought it?

  But the sight of his naked flesh

  Oppressed him, and bewildered him, and he said

  To himself: I am dead, betrayed, 3030

  If anyone finds me, and I'm wearing

  Nothing, and they know who I am.

  And as he spoke he got dressed

  And looked toward the forest, watching

  To see if anyone came. 3035

  He tried to stand up, unaided,

  But could not; neither could he walk.

  And seeing that he needed help,

  And knew it, and was ready to accept it,

  Overcome with such intense weakness 3040

  That he could scarcely stay on his feet,

  The girl decided not to wait

  Any longer, but got up on her horse

  And rode on by him, pretending

  Not to know he was there. And knowing 3045

  How badly he needed help,

  Someone to bring him to some refuge

  And the chance to recover his strength,

  And not caring who helped him, he forced

  Himself to call to her, as loudly 3050

  As he could. And the girl obligingly

  Looked all around, as if

  Unable to understand what was happening.

  And apparently bewildered, she went this way

  And then that, not wishing to head 3055

  Straight toward him. And he started to call her

  Again: “Girl! This way!

  This way!” And she let her horse

  Go slowly toward him. And pretending

  As she had, she made him think 3060

  She'd never seen him before

  And hadn't the faintest idea

  Who he was. It was wisely and courteously

  Done. And reaching him, she said:

  “Knight! What is it you wish, 3065

  Calling me so very urgently?”

  “Ah!” he said, “wise girl!

  Somehow, by some ill luck,

  I find myself in this wood.

  For the sake of God and your faith 3070

  In Him, I beg you, help me,

  Lend me, give me that horse

  You're leading behind you.” “Most willingly,

  Dear sir. But come with me,

  There where I'm going.” “Which is where?” 3075

  He said. “Out of this forest,

  To a nearby castle.” “Girl!

  Tell me: have you some need

  Of my service as a knight?” “Yes,”

  She answered. “But it seems to me 3080

  You're not in good health. For the next

  Two weeks, at least, you ought

  To be resting. Take the reins

  Of this horse I'm leading, and come,

  We'll ride to the castle where I live.” 3085

  And wishing to do exactly

  What she asked, he took it, and mounted,

  And off they went. And they came

  To a bridge across a swift-flowing

  Stream, and the girl threw in 3090

  The empty box she was carrying.

  She meant to excuse herself

  To her mistress, for using too much

  Of the ointment. She would tell her that as luck

  Had it, passing across 3095

  The bridge she'd dropped the box—

  Her horse had stumbled under her,

  And the box had slipped from her hand,

  And what’s more, she'd almost fallen

  After it herself, and that 3100

  Would have been a greater loss.

  She meant to concoct this lie

  As soon as she stood in her lady’s

  Presence. So they rode on together,

  Until they came to the castle, 3105

  And the lady gladly welcomed

  My lord Yvain, and as soon

  As she could she got the girl

  Alone and asked for her box

  And her magic ointment, and the girl 3110

  Told her exactly the lie

  She'd invented, not daring to tell her

  The truth. And her mistress was fiercely

  Angry, and said: “This

  Is a very serious loss. 3115

  I haven't a doubt in the world

  It will never be found. Never.

  When a thing is gone, it’s gone;

  I shall have to do without it.

  How often we wish for something, 3120

  And instead of good it turns out

  Bad. And I, who expected

  Good fortune and joy of this knight,

  Have lost my best and most cherished

  Possession of all. Ah well: 3125

  Despite this, I wish you to serve him

  Well; give him what he needs.”

  “Ah, my lady! How well

  You've spoken! How vulgar it would be

  To turn one misfortune into two.” 3130

  They said no more of the box,

  And did everything they could to help

  My lord Yvain, bathing him

  And washing his hair, and having it

  Clipped, and his face shaved— 3135

  For you could have plucked handfuls

  Of hair from his face. There was nothing

  He wanted that he did not have:

  If he asked for armor, he got it;

  If he asked for a horse, they immediately 3140

  Gave him a great strong beast,

  And a beauty. And he stayed there until,

  One Tuesday, the count Alier

  And all his men came to town,

  And set fires, and plundered, and robbed. 3145

  And those who lived there mounted

  Their horses and took up their weapons

  And armed or not they went out

  To attack their attackers, who for their part

  Were far too proud to flee, 3150

  But allowed the defenders to come to them.

  And Yvain rushed at them, and struck at them,

  Having rested so long that his strength

  Had returned. And he hit so hard,

  Right through a knight’s shield, that according 3155

  To my sources he tumbled both knight

  And horse together in a heap,

  From which that knight would never

  Rise, again, for his heart

  Was ruptured, deep in his guts, 3160

  And his backbone was crushed. And then

  Yvain drew back a bit,

  Before he attacked once more,

  And protecting himself with his shield

  Began to sweep the invaders 3165

  Away. And it would have been hard

  To count from one to four

  Before you could have seen him

  Cast down four knights, quickly

  And completely. And those who were with him 3170

  Were suddenly encouraged, and turned

  Into warriors, for many a mean-spirited

  Wretch, and a coward, seeing

  A brave man take on a difficult

  Struggle right in front of his eyes, 3175

  Is attacked by shame, overwhelmed,

  And throws his miserable heart

  Out of his body and acquires

  A true knight’s spirit, brave

  And noble and strong. And all 3180

  The defenders became brave, and each of them

  Held his ground well, there

  In that battle, and fought with honor.

  And the lady, standing high

  In her castle tower, saw 3185

  The battle and the assault, the struggle

  For land and for right, saw more

  Than enough men lying on the ground,

  Some wounded, some dead, some

  Of her own men, and some of the enemy’s, 3190

  But more of the others than hers,

 
For my lord Yvain, courteous

  And brave and good, made them

  Beg for his mercy, like a falcon

  Hunting freshwater ducks. 3195

  And those who stood on the castle

  Walls, men and women

  Alike, watching the fighting,

  All said: “What a splendid soldier!

  How he makes his enemies surrender, 3200

  How fiercely he attacks them! He rushes

  Among them like a lion hunting

  Deer, impelled by pain

  And hunger. And because of him all

  Our other knights are braver 3205

  And bolder—and indeed, if it weren't

  For him, and only for him,

  No spear would ever have been splintered,

  No sword lifted and swung.

  Love and cherish so noble 3210

  A man, when there’s one to be found.

  Just see how he proves himself,

  Just see how he holds our lines

  Together, see how his spear

  And his sword are splashed with blood, 3215

  See how he chases them down,

  See how he drives them off,

  How he comes and goes and goes at them,

  How he steps back, when he must,

  But only for a little rest, 3220

  And quickly back into battle.

  See how he wins his honor,

  Not worrying about his shield,

  Letting them cut it to bits.

  He shows them no mercy—none! 3225

  See how eagerly he gives them

  Back the blows they give him.

  If all the Argonne forest

  Were cut down to make his spears,

  There'd be none of them left by nightfall, 3230

  For all of the spearheads they give him

  He breaks—and calls for more.

  Just see how he swings his sword,

  When he needs to use it. Roland

  Himself never slaughtered so many, 3235

  Slashing with Durendal, his sword,

  Not even at Roncevaux or in Spain!

  If only he had with him some comrades

  As good as himself, that villain

  Who’s given us such cause for complaint 3240

  Would be beaten, today, and he'd run—

  Or be utterly shamed, if he stayed.”

  And they said that anyone who'd given

  Her love to such a man

  Would be blessed—a man so powerful 3245

  In battle, recognized over all

  Other men, like a torch among candles,

  Or the moon against the stars,

  Or the sun against the moon.

  And each of them said to the other 3250

  That they wished as hard as they could,

  Seeing his strength and his skill,

  That he were married to their lady

  And ruled their people and their land.

  So everyone who saw him praised him, 3255

  And simply told the truth—

  For he'd laid into their enemies

  So well that one outran

  The other. And he followed them fiercely,

  And all his comrades with him, 3260

  All of them feeling as safe

  At his side as if enclosed

  In a high, a thick stone wall.

  The chase was long, and hard,

  Until the hunted grew weary, 3265

  And the hunters cut them to pieces,

  And cut the guts from their horses,

  And the living rolled on the dead,

  Stabbing at each other, and killing.

  The slaughter was ghastly, was murderous. 3270

  And still the Count kept running,

  And lord Yvain ran after him,

  Never faltering at his heels.

  And on they ran, until

  At the foot of a steep hill 3275

  He caught him, close to the entrance

  Of one of the Count’s forts.

  And so the Count was captured,

  And no one could possibly help him,

  And without a great many words 3280

  He surrendered to my lord Yvain.

  For as soon as he had him in his hands,

  And they stood alone, man to man,

  There was no way the Count could escape,

  Or hide, or defend himself. 3285

  And so he swore to surrender

  To the lady of Noroison,

  And make himself her prisoner,

  And accept such peace as she gave him.

  And after he'd sworn his surrender, 3290

  Yvain obliged him to give up

  His helmet, drop the shield

  From his neck, and hand over his sword.

  And honor had come to Yvain,

  Capturing the Count and giving him 3295

  Into his enemies' hands,

  Who made no secret of their pleasure.

  And the news travelled before them,

  Coming to town before

  They arrived. And everyone went out 3300

  To meet them, and the lady first

  Of all. And Yvain held

  His prisoner by the hand, and gave him

  To her. And the Count gave in

  At once to everything she asked, 3305

  And swore the most solemn oaths

  To keep his promises. And the pledges

  He gave her, and swore to, promised

  Eternal peace between them,

  And compensation for her losses 3310

  (Providing she offered good proof),

  And reconstruction of all

  The houses he'd levelled to the ground.

  And when all these things were arranged

  Exactly as the lady deserved, 3315

  Yvain requested permission

  To leave her. She'd never have agreed,

  Had he been willing to have her

  As his mistress, or take her as his wife.

  And Yvain forbade them to escort him 3320

  Or follow him a single step,

  But left them as fast as he could:

  Nothing they said persuaded him.

  And off he went, retracing

  His path, and leaving the lady 3325

  Miserable, though at first he'd made her

  So happy. And the happier he'd made her,

  The more he distressed and afflicted her,

  Refusing to stay any longer,

  For she wished she could honor him, she'd gladly 3330

  Have made him, if only he'd consent,

  Lord of everything she owned,

  Or given him some immense reward,

  In return for the service he'd rendered her,

  As huge a reward as he'd take. 3335

  But he wished to listen to no one,

  No man and no woman. And he left

  The lady and her knights, all of them

  Deeply unhappy, no one

  Able to keep him among them. 3340

  And then my lord Yvain,

  Thoughtful, travelled through

  A deep wood, and there he heard

  A great loud cry, and hurried

  Directly toward it, following 3345

  The sound. And when he arrived

  At that place, he saw a clearing

  In the forest, and a lion, and a snake,

  Which had the lion by the tail

  And was burning him up, consuming him 3350

  With sheets of intense hot flame.

  My lord Yvain didn't waste

  Much time watching this wonder.

  He asked himself which

  Of the two he ought to help, 3355

  Then told himself to help

  The lion, for a venomous and treacherous

  Beast should not be permitted

  To do evil. And snakes are venomous,

  And fire leaps from their mouths, 3360

  Overflowing with treachery. And so


  My lord Yvain thought

  Of killing the snake first.

  He drew his sword and stepped forward,

  Holding his shield in front of 3365

  His face, to keep the flames

  From harming him, fire pouring

  From its jaws, gaping wider

  Than a boiler. And then, if the lion

  Attacked him, there'd be plenty of fighting. 3370

  But whatever happened, he'd made up

  His mind to help the lion,

  For pity urged him on,

  Begging him to rescue that noble,

  Highborn beast. And swinging 3375

  His sword, which cut so smoothly,

  He began to attack the snake,

  Cutting him clean through to the ground,

  Then slicing him in half, and striking him

  Over and over, till he'd chopped him 3380

  To tiny pieces. But because

  The snake had gripped the lion’s

  Tail in his poisonous teeth,

  He was forced to chop a piece

  From the tail, but he cut only 3385

  As much as he had to, and he had

  No choice, there was no other way.

  And when he'd freed the lion

  He was sure the animal would attack him,

  And he'd have to fight, but fighting 3390

  Was not what the lion intended.

  Now hear what that lion did!

  Showing his nobility and goodness,

  He began to make it clear

  That he surrendered himself to Yvain: 3395

  Placing his front feet together,

  He stood erect on his hind legs

  And bowed his face toward the earth.

  And then he knelt again,

  And his face was wet all over 3400

  With humble tears. And my lord

  Yvain knew without doubt

  That the lion was offering him thanks

  And humbling himself before

  His deliverer, who in killing the snake 3405

  Had saved him from certain death.

  And Yvain was deeply pleased.

  He dried his sword, stained

  With the snake’s venom, and its filth,

  Then thrust it back in its scabbard 3410

  And went on his way. And the lion

  Began to walk beside him,

  Determined never to leave,

  But always to go where he went,

  To serve and protect him. And so 3415

  He set out in front of Yvain,

  Until as he trotted along

  The wind blew him the scent

  Of wild beasts grazing, and hunger

  And natural instinct set him 3420

  Running and hunting for his food:

  And that was simply nature’s

  Way, he did what he had to.

  He'd begin to follow a trail,

  As if to show his master 3425

  That he'd found the scent of some wild

  Animal, met it on the wind.

  Then, watching Yvain, he would stop,

  Wanting to please him, not wanting

  In any way to go 3430

 

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