king mark's foul plan
sir neil and sir dagonet now loudly summoned the castle servants before them but there were none to answer. so they prepared kitchenward where they found the wretches in great affright not knowing what dire fate was to befall them. yet they, when assured that naught was intended against them, eagerly hastened to obey the commands of the good knights to prepare a sumptuous meal.
sir launcelot, sir percival and the other knights made, their way to the dungeon. and truly they found a sad sight there. though a large place, yet was it overly crowded. in one place they found six knights, an unhappy six, three of whom had been imprisoned for many months, two had been made captives within the fortnight and one had joined this joyless group but two days before.
"aye," one of the first three explained to them, "it is through god's mercy that we still live. there were three others with us, two of whom were already here when this dire misfortune befell us and one who came some weeks later. these three could not survive the foulness of this hole."
but now sir percival was seen to speak to the lone knight, the one who had been made prisoner last of all. a melancholy figure, he did not seem to realize that release had come with the advent of these knights. in fact, through all the hubbub he seemed to have been lost within himself. no doubt, they were bitter thoughts that possessed him and at such times one is verily unmindful of things about him. nor did this knight seem mindful of the words spoken by sir percival for he made no answer and lost none of his brooding air.
yet, of a sudden, he seemed to awaken. for sir percival who had not been able to place him at first, had at last realized who the stranger was.
"who are you?" the other questioned in turn rubbing his eyes. "and these other knights? but then, i know you all. how came you here, sir percival?"
when he was told, some of his dejection left him.
"mine was truly a great unhappiness. these four robber knights did beset me. and when i was overcome they demanded great ransom which i had no means wherewith to satisfy. then, when i heard the tale of how long these fellow prisoners had been here i was greatly discouraged as to carrying out my intent to prove to king arthur my worthiness for knighthood."
in the meanwhile, sir launcelot and allan had made their way to where the imprisoned yeomen and hinds had been kept. here there were more than fifty and a sad sight they were. it brought a great gulp of pity into allan's throat and unbidden tears came to his eyes. sir launcelot too was moved. some of the prisoners were so weak they could hardly move. wonkin had found his brother almost at once and theirs was a happy meeting.
"go you up, good allan, and order that food be brought for these wretches. and see to it that there is plenty of it."
allan gladly went and repeated sir launcelot's orders which the servants made great haste to obey.
so that all within the castle, fared well that day. and when sir launcelot and his party were ready to continue their journey the next morning, there was with them breunor le noire and an added number of yeomen picked from the men who had been prisoners.
just before departure, sir percival went to the two brothers of sir manstor who still were living, the other had not lived an hour.
"sir knights, we leave you now. take you heed from this day's happenings that such outlawry as yours brings just punishment. remember, too, that king arthur and all his knights will be ever watchful that you conduct yourself in knightly ways. woe betide you, if you do not."
the knights made no reply. grievously wounded, with their brothers dead, they were in no mood for words. yet must the truth of sir percival's words have been in their minds.
onward now went sir launcelot's party. through that and the next day they made their way and were well in cornwall without further untoward happening. everywhere, the party made inquiries as to the whereabouts of sir tristram and from such news as they were able to gather they felt assured that they had taken the right way and that king arthur and the men with him were on a false trail.
it was on this day that they met with two knights who made them friendly greetings and finding out the purpose of their journey pretended not to know the whereabouts of sir tristram. nor would they stay for any length of time giving as reason therefore great need of urgency on their part. yet when these two knights had but gone a little way they turned, in great haste along another road. the end of the day found them in the presence of king mark of cornwall who had no great love for king arthur nor for any of his knights and who would do any or all of them great harm could he do so without discovery.
"who then is this party?" inquired the king after listening.
"they number but few," replied one of the knights. "sir launcelot, sir percival, sir neil, and one other, and that fool who is jester to arthur. a boy is there too and fifteen men-at-arms."
"you speak truly," replied the king, "as to their being few in number but i would that two of these few, were not launcelot and percival. yet even with these two we should be able to overcome them. and in that way i shall find some recompense for the many slights and haughty overbearingness of arthur and his men." as he so spoke, king mark's face plainly showed its cruelty and craft.
"will you, good bruyan, call sir bertram and sir pendore to me? and be sure to return for we must be speedy should we decide that it is wise for us to take any step for their discomforture."
now as bruyan returned with the two aforementioned, there also came into the room a yeoman who served sir pendore. but of him neither the king nor any of the knights took notice but instead immediately began discussion as to the wisdom of waylaying these knights of king arthur who were now in cornwall.
whether king mark knew this to be so or not, yet of all his court, there were no two who had more reason to hate sir launcelot than sir bertram and sir pendore. for sir launcelot had come upon them once when they were in the midst of tormenting two holy men having first taken from them a paltry purse which these two monks were carrying for worthy purpose. then when sir launcelot had asked that they desist and return the holy men's purse they had replied with foul tongue and had made for him. soon, however, they found that this single knight was master of them both and would they then have complied with his requests. however, sir launcelot who was ever slow to anger was now in great rage and he had taken them to the castle grounds of sir gawaine and there, before a large number he told of what had happened. and while fair ladies laughed at them and while men looked at them as they would at hinds, sir launcelot had taken the flat of his sword and had brought it down on both. then he had asked two yeomen to club them from the castle grounds since they were unfit to be in the company of knights. this the yeomen had done right lustily.
neither sir pendore nor sir bertram had ever made mention of this event. but there was no one in all of britain whom they so fully hated as sir launcelot. now, there seemed likely chance for revenge.
"how many men can you muster?" asked sir bertram, speaking not over anxiously yet with meaning looked at sir pendore.
"seven score or more" replied the king of cornwall.
"i would have more," replied sir pendore. "what with percival and launcelot and this neil whom i know not, one must make it more than certain."
it was at this point that the yeoman who was busily at work over the weapons, cleaning them and putting them into perfect condition, as none other in cornwall could do, had become interested. sir percival?
it was this sir percival, knight of the round table, who had saved the father of this yeoman from the deadly mace of one of his men in one of many melees. it was but a small thing to the knight, long forgotten no doubt, but to walker, the son of the man who was saved, it meant that he was in debt to this knight. so now he listened, interested. then too, he had no great love for his master who was never kindly and he had decided long ago that he would find a new master when the opportunity offered.
"i shall find more men, if i can," mark offered in reply to sir pendore's suggestion. nor did it seem strange to him that the knight should think that odds of seven to one were not enough.
"where are these knights?" asked sir bertram.
sir bruyan told him, the yeoman listening all the while.
"let us then be off within thrice this hour," mark concluded. "get you as many men ready as you can," he said to sir bertram and to sir pendore who were his chiefs.
walker, the yeoman, soon had completed his work. thereupon he made his way into the forest to find him, who was best friend of his, to get advice as to what to do.
he, whom he sought, was none other than our old friend gouvernail, who, of course, was not far from sir tristram, his master.
though he had long since severed fealty to king mark, sir tristram had returned near unto the court because of the love he bore one of the damsels who was in it. it was walker who had carried the messages gouvernail had brought from his master to this same lady.
walker soon came to the hiding place of his friend.
"what ho?" asked gouvernail. "what brings you here at this unseemly hour?"
"i need your advice," replied walker. "my poor head carries too great a muddle."
"you come to one who can offer but poor solace there," replied gouvernail. "if it were trusty arm, good club or something belike, you could well come to me. but speak, what troubles you?"
so walker told him. except that at first he made no mention of names.
"keep you from it," advised gouvernail. "it is the business of your betters and not of your meddling."
"yet had sir percival done this thing for my father, and if he would, he could have thought the same,--that it was not his affair but an affair of hind or yeoman."
"is this percival, he who is of king arthur's court?" asked gouvernail.
"aye," replied walker, nodding his head. "do you know him?"
"somewhat. who else is there?" he further questioned, now interested.
"sir launcelot, sir neil and some others."
"did they speak of a boy being there?"
"i do not remember. yet i seem to recall that they did," replied walker.
"i will help you. come," and gouvernail took his friend but a little way to where sir tristram was lodging.
sir tristram seated himself and listened to the two. he understood at once.
"when did king mark say that he would start with his men?" he asked walker.
"in three hours, sir knight," the man answered.
"good. let us be off. good gouvernail, get you my mail ready for i would don it."
within the half hour sir tristram with the two yeomen were on their way to meet sir percival and sir launcelot. so, strangely, they who sought him, were to find him come among them.
