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by Chretien de Troyes


  Against his wishes. And Yvain

  Noted the look on his face,

  Which showed him that the lion was waiting.

  He saw it, and knew what it meant:

  If he stayed where he was, the lion 3435

  Would stay; if he followed, the lion

  Would catch the game he had scented.

  And Yvain urged him on,

  Shouting as he'd shout to a pack

  Of hounds. And the lion immediately 3440

  Sniffed out the trail, and followed it,

  Knowing exactly what it meant,

  And hardly running a bow-shot

  Away before he saw

  A single deer, grazing 3445

  In a valley. He'll catch it, if he can,

  And he does, at the very first leap,

  And drinks its fresh hot blood.

  And after the kill, he put

  The deer on his back, and brought it 3450

  Where he saw his master coming,

  And Yvain felt such a rush

  Of affection that he took him to be

  His companion through all the days

  Of his life, so great was his love. 3455

  And now it was nearly night,

  And Yvain decided to sleep there,

  And to cut as much as he wanted

  To eat from the dead deer.

  And so he began to skin it, 3460

  Splitting along the side,

  Then slicing a steak from the loin,

  And using his flint to strike

  A spark, he kindled dry

  Brushwood, then pierced his steak 3465

  On a wooden spit and set

  To roasting it through and through.

  But he took no pleasure in eating it

  Without bread or wine or salt,

  No table cloth, no carving set—nothing. 3470

  As he ate, the lion lay

  Motionless beside him, watching him

  The whole time, until

  He'd eaten as much as he wanted

  Of his steak, and could eat no more. 3475

  And whatever was left of the deer

  The lion ate to the bone.

  Yvain then slept through the night,

  His head resting on his shield,

  Sleeping as well as he could, 3480

  And the lion showed such good sense

  That he stayed awake, carefully

  Guarding the horse, who grazed

  In the grass, which wasn't very good.

  In the morning they left together, 3485

  And as far as I know they began

  To lead exactly the sort

  Of existence they'd shared that night,

  And so it went, for almost

  Two weeks, until they chanced on 3490

  The spring under the pine tree.

  And there my lord Yvain

  Almost went mad again,

  Approaching that spring, and the stone,

  And the chapel that stood beside them. 3495

  He sighed a thousand sad

  And weary sighs, then fainted,

  And his sword slipped from its scabbard

  And its well-sharpened point nicked him

  On the cheek, above the neck, 3500

  Cut him through the rings of his mail-shirt.

  No metal mesh is perfect:

  The tip of the sword slipped through

  His shining mail and slit

  His skin, and blood fell. 3505

  The lion thought he saw

  His lord and master dead.

  No one could ever find words

  To tell of sadder or louder

  Noises than he started to make! 3510

  He rolled on the ground, and roared,

  And decided to kill himself

  With the sword he thought had killed

  His loving master. And taking

  The sword in his teeth he propped it 3515

  Erect on a fallen tree,

  And steadied its hilt on another

  Tree, so it could not slip

  When he ran his chest against it.

  He'd nearly done what he meant 3520

  To do, when Yvain came to,

  And the lion swerved aside

  In his desperate rush at death,

  Charging like a wild boar

  Who pays no attention, but just runs. 3525

  My lord Yvain lay near

  The stone, where he'd fallen in his faint,

  And as he recovered bitterly

  Accused himself for exceeding

  His year’s leave and making 3530

  His lady hate him: “Why can't he

  Kill himself, this miserable

  Creature from whom joy has fled?

  Oh lord, why don't I do it?

  How can I stand here and see

  These things that belong to my wife? 3535

  Why does my soul remain

  In this body, this miserable home?

  It would never know such agony

  If it had gone away. Hating

  And blaming and despising myself 3540

  As I do is what I deserve.

  Whoever loses happiness

  And comfort because of his own

  Wrongs should hate himself

  To death. He should kill himself. 3545

  And I, alone, unseen,

  Why do I spare myself?

  And haven't I seen this lion,

  Who felt such grief for me

  That he was ready to set my sword 3550

  Against his chest and thrust it

  In? Should I be afraid

  Of death, who changed joy to sadness?

  Joy has left me. Joy?

  What’s that? I'll say no more of it, 3555

  Who have nothing left to say.

  I've asked a stupid question.

  That which I had in my hands

  Was the greatest joy of all,

  But I couldn't keep it. And he 3560

  Who loses such joy, and loses it

  For good cause, has no right to happiness.”

  And while he moaned and ranted

  A miserable prisoner, a woman

  Who'd been shut in that chapel, saw him, 3565

  And heard every word he said,

  Through the cracks in the wall. And as soon

  As his fainting spell had ended

  She called out loud: “Lord!

  Who do I hear out there? 3570

  Who is it, complaining like that?”

  And he answered: “And who are you?”

  “I am a prisoner,” she answered,

  “The most miserable person alive.”

  And he answered: “Be quiet, you idiot! 3575

  Compared to what I am suffering

  Your sadness is joy, your evil

  Is good. The more a man

  Is accustomed to a happy life,

  The more he’s distracted and bewildered 3580

  By sorrow, if it comes to him. Even

  A feeble man can carry

  A burden, simply from habit,

  That someone of infinitely greater

  Strength can't manage at all.” 3585

  “Indeed!” she said. “I quite

  Understand how truly you've spoken,

  But I hardly believe it gives you

  The right to say your misfortune

  Is greater than mine. And it’s not. 3590

  For you, I believe, can go

  Wherever you like, and I

  Am imprisoned in here, and fate

  Has so arranged it that tomorrow

  They'll come to this place and take me 3595

  Away, under sentence of death.”

  “My God!” said he. “For what crime?”

  “Good knight! May God deny me

  Eternal mercy for my soul

  If in any way I've deserved this! 3600

  But I'll tell you the simple truth,

  Without a lying word,

  As to why
I'm here in this prison.

  I've been accused of treason,

  And there’s no one I can find to defend me, 3605

  To keep me from the stake or the gallows.”

  “Well,” he went on, “in the first place,

  Plainly my sorrow and my pain

  Are greater than yours, for there could be

  Someone, could there not, who could come 3610

  And save you from this danger. Isn't that

  True?” “Yes. But who?

  There’s no one I know who would do it.

  There are only two men in all

  The world who would dare to defend me 3615

  By fighting three men at once.”

  “What? My God, against three?”

  “Yes, my lord, I assure you.

  There are three who accuse me of treason.”

  “And who are those, who love you 3620

  So much, that either of them

  Might be brave enough to fight

  Against three in order to save you?”

  “I'll tell you the simple truth:

  One is my lord Gawain, 3625

  The other is my lord Yvain—

  And Yvain is the reason I'll be wrongly

  Brought to martyrdom and to death.”

  “For whom?” he exclaimed. “For whom?”

  “My lord! So help me God, 3630

  Because of King Urien’s son.”

  “Now I understand! But if

  You die, he'll die too.

  For I am that same Yvain

  Because of whom you live 3635

  In such terror. And you, I think,

  Are the girl who kept me in that room,

  Who protected me, who saved my life

  And my body when I was trapped

  Between the two gates, when I 3640

  Was troubled and miserable, when I

  Was worried and desperate and unsure.

  And I'd have been killed or captured,

  If you hadn't helped me. Now tell me,

  My sweet good friend! Who 3645

  Has accused you of treason and had you

  Shut away in this dungeon?”

  “My lord! I'll hide nothing from you,

  Not when you've asked me to speak.

  It’s true: I was hardly halfhearted, 3650

  I helped you loyally when you needed it.

  It was my advice that led

  My lady to receive you; she listened

  To me, she believed what I said.

  And by the holy Rosary 3655

  I did it more for her good

  Than yours. That’s what I thought—

  And I still think. I admit it: I worked

  For her honor, and your desire,

  So help me God! But when 3660

  It turned out that you were staying

  Away longer than a year,

  And you ought to be back with my lady

  But weren't, she grew angry with me,

  Thinking she'd been betrayed 3665

  By following my advice.

  And as soon as her steward found out,

  He saw his chance to stir up

  Trouble between her and me—

  A dishonest, thieving scoundrel 3670

  Who'd always been jealous of me,

  Because my lady believed me,

  And trusted me, more than him.

  In her court, in front of everyone,

  He accused me of treachery on your 3675

  Behalf. And there was no one to help me

  Except myself, though I knew

  I'd never betrayed my lady,

  Not in deed or in word. Never!

  I was horrified, and I answered—not bothering 3680

  To consult with anyone—that I'd

  Be defended by a single knight,

  Who would fight with three accusers

  At once. And he hadn't the courtesy

  To deny my offer. I'd said it, 3685

  And he wouldn't let me withdraw it

  Or take it back, no matter

  What. So they took me at my word,

  And I had only forty

  Days to find a knight 3690

  Willing and able to fight

  Against three at once. I was pledged,

  It was done. I've been to many

  Courts, including King Arthur’s,

  But no one could help me, and no one 3695

  Could give me any useful word

  Of you, for they had no news.”

  “But tell me: my lord Gawain,

  So gracious, so good, where was he?

  No helpless girl has ever 3700

  Come to him for help

  And found him unwilling to give it.”

  “Had I found him at court, I know

  That nothing I asked for would ever

  Have been denied me. But some knight 3705

  Had stolen away the queen,

  Or so they told me. And surely

  The king was out of his mind

  To let her go anywhere near him.

  It was Kay, I think, who took her 3710

  To meet the knight who carried

  Her off, which disturbed my lord

  Gawain so much that he’s gone

  To find her. And he'll never come back

  Until he’s found her, he'll never 3715

  Rest. And there’s the whole truth,

  I've told you everything that happened.

  Tomorrow, I'm sure to die

  A contemptible death, burned

  At the stake for the wrongs you've committed!” 3720

  And he answered: “God forbid

  That anyone hurt you on my

  Account! While I'm alive

  You're safe! Expect me tomorrow,

  Ready to do what I can, 3725

  Offering my body for your freedom,

  As indeed I ought to do.

  But be careful, tell no one here

  Who I am—no one! However

  The battle goes, make sure 3730

  That no one knows my name!”

  “Of course, my lord! No one

  Could torture it out of me.

  I'd rather they killed me first,

  Since you wish no one to know you. 3735

  But I beg you, all the same,

  Not to return simply

  For me. I've no desire

  To see you in so dangerous a battle.

  I thank you for your promise of help, 3740

  Given so willingly, but consider

  Yourself released from all burdens.

  Better that I die, only I,

  Than to see them rejoicing first

  At your death, and then at mine— 3745

  For they'd never let me go,

  Once you'd been killed. It’s better

  That you remain alive

  Than they kill the two of us at once.”

  “Now that is very insulting, 3750

  My friend!” answered Yvain.

  “Perhaps you really don't wish

  Deliverance from death, or else

  You look down at the sort of assistance

  I've offered to give you. I refuse 3755

  To discuss it any longer. With all

  You've done for me, it’s utterly

  Impossible that I fail to help you

  No matter what you may need.

  I understand that you're very frightened, 3760

  But with God’s good help, and I trust

  In Him, I'll dishonor the three of them.

  That’s enough of that: I'm off

  To find some lodging in this wood,

  For there’s nothing available here.” 3765

  “My lord!” she answered. “May God

  Give you good shelter, and good night,

  And keep you, as I pray He will,

  Safe from anything that might harm you!”

  So Yvain left her, and the lion, 3770

  As usual, followed behind him,

&
nbsp; And they went along till they came

  To a baron’s stronghold, a castle

  Completely enclosed by a thick

  Stone wall, tall and well built. 3775

  No catapult, no stone-throwing machine,

  Could hope to attack that castle,

  Built and fortified as it was,

  And yet outside its walls

  The earth had been levelled so flat 3780

  That neither house nor hut

  Remained. You'll learn the reason

  Later, when it’s time to know it.

  My lord Yvain came straight

  Toward the castle, taking the road 3785

  As it led him, and seven servants

  Came out to meet him, and let

  The drawbridge down. But as soon

  As they saw the lion who was with him

  They were terribly frightened, and asked 3790

  Yvain, if it pleased him, to leave

  The lion at the gate, so he couldn't

  Hurt them or kill them. And he answered:

  “Say no more! If he can't

  Come in, neither can I. 3795

  Either receive us both

  Or I remain out here:

  I love him as I love myself.

  And yet, there’s nothing to fear!

  I'll watch him so carefully that you'll all 3800

  Be perfectly safe.” And they answered:

  “May it be as you say!” And so

  They entered that walled town,

  And went until they met

  Knights and ladies and pretty 3805

  Young girls coming toward them,

  Greeting Yvain, ready

  To help him dismount and take off

  His armor. And they said: “Welcome,

  Good knight! Welcome among us! 3810

  And may God grant it that you stay

  Until you're able to leave

  Happy and full of honor!”

  From the highest down to the lowest

  They welcomed him, and put themselves out 3815

  To lead him joyously to the castle.

  And then, expressing their joy,

  They fell into a fit

  Of sadness, and forgot their happiness,

  And began to moan and cry 3820

  And weep and tear at themselves.

  And on and on they went,

  One moment happy, then weeping,

  Welcoming their guest happily

  But somehow not seeming to mean it, 3825

  For indeed there was something frightening them,

  Something that would happen tomorrow,

  They were sure, they were certain, and they thought

  It would come by noontime. And my lord

  Yvain was bewildered, seeing them 3830

  Constantly changing from sadness

  To joy, and from joy to sadness,

  So he spoke to the lord of the castle

  And asked him, please, to explain.

  “Good God, dear sir!” he exclaimed, 3835

  “I beg you, tell me why

  I've been welcomed with so much honor,

  Such joy, and so much weeping?”

  “Yes, if you wish to know.

 

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