Author Unknown - Prose Merlin - King Arthur vs. King Rion lyrics

[Summary. Merlin goes to Blase and reports all that has happened. Then he goes to Brittany to summon their armies to Salisbury for the great battle against the Saxons; he also makes a brief visit to Nimiane before returning to Logres. Sagremor, Galashin, and Dodinell ride off together seeking adventures, and three Round Table knights ride after them, hoping to provoke a confrontation; but Ewain, Kay, and Gifflet prevent that and bring the six knights back to court. The Saxons, learning that Arthur is a**embling a great force at Salisbury, also prepare for battle. Merlin tells Arthur that as long as he trusts in God, he will have the victory over his enemies. Arthur a**ures Merlin that he does. Merlin also predicts that never again will so many good knights be a**embled in one place until "the fader shall sle the sone and the sone the fader, and that shall be in this same place." Arthur asks Merlin to explain this cryptic remark, but Merlin prefers not to. Arthur thanks all the barons for coming together with him, but several respond that they have come out of their love of God and Holy Church, not their love of Arthur. King Lot urges the barons to make peace with Arthur, but Uriens and Ventres respond angrily. King Pelles's son Elizer comes to Gawain and requests to be made a knight. Gawain, a**isted by Gaheris, soon obliges. Meanwhile, the Saxon army is on the move. At King Ventres's fortress of Garlot they k** the steward and capture King Ventres's wife. Gawain and Elizer lead a party to the rescue; they attack the Saxons and retrieve the queen; then Gawain presents her to her husband King Ventres, who is overjoyed. The battle between the Saxons and Christians commences, with both sides inflicting great slaughter. Eventually the Saxons give ground. Sensing defeat, they flee toward their ships with the Christians in pursuit. The Saxons clamber aboard their ships and hoist the sails, though many of them drown in the process. At last all of the barons do homage to Arthur. Then they ride together to the city of Clarence where they force the Saxons besieg ing the city to flee. These Saxons also sail for Saxony, finally freeing Britain from all Saxon invaders. Arthur and his barons give thanks to God, and then Arthur and his closest companions return to Camelot. Merlin advises King Ban and King Bors to return to their country and protect it from Claudas de la deserte. Enroute, King Ban has an adventure at the castle of Adravadain where, through Merlin's enchantment, he begets a son (Estor de Maris) on Adravadain's daughter. Ban and Bors then go on to Benoyk, and Merlin makes a brief visit to Nimiane, before reporting everything to Blase. Fols. 199v (line 27)-217v (line 16).] Whan the Kynge Ban and the Kynge Bohors and Merlin were departed from the Kynge Arthur for to go into theire owne contrey, the kynge abode stille at Cameloth, gladde and myri with the Quene Gonnore that moche hym loved, and he hir; and so thei abide in joye and myrthe longe tyme till it drough nygh the myddill of Auguste. And than seide the kynge to Sir Gawein his nevew that at the Feste of Assumpcion he wolde holde court roiall, and that alle sholde be sent fore that were of hym holdinge londe or feo. For he seide he saugh never his hool power togeder at no feeste that he hadde holden before. "And therfore," quod he, "I will that alle be sent fore, bothe fer and nygh, bothe privé and straunge; and also I will that eche bringe with hym his wif or his love that my court may be the more honoured." And Sir Gawein seide that he hadde well devised and that of gentell herte meved this purpos. "And therfore I beseke yow that this be so don that it be to youre honour." And the kynge seide, "Certes, feire nevew, I desire to do so that I have therof honour and that all the worlde therof may speke." Than Sir Gawein lete write lettres and writtes and sente hem to the barouns and to knyghtes of the londe and comaunded hem alle, as dere as thei hym loved, that thei be on the Assumpcion Even at Cameloth, for than wolde he holden court grete and roiall, and every man to bringe with hym his wif or his love. And the messagers wente to the princes and barouns and shewed hem theire lettres and dide theire message thourgh the contrey. And the princes and the barouns made hem redy in the moste roiall wise and com to the court as the kynge hadde comaunded. And every man brought with hym his wif, and he that hadde no wif brought with hym his love. And than ther com thider so many that merveile it was to beholde the nombre, for ther ne myght not the tenthe part into the citee of Cameloth, but loigged withoute in the feire medowes in tentes and in pavelouns. And the kynge hem resceived with grete joye and grete honour. And the Quene Gonnore, that was the wisest lady of the worlde, resceyved the quenes and the ladyes and the maydenes and damesels with grete honour, everiche of hem by hemself, as she that hadde more witte and curtesie than eny lady in hir dayes, and yaf to hem riche yeftes of golde and silver and clothes of silke, everiche after theire astate. And she demened hir so well that thei seide ther was not soche another lady in all the worlde as was she. And the kynge departed to knyghtes robes and armes and horse, and dide hem so moche worship that day and curtesie that thei loved hym the better as longe as theire lif endured. And that shewed well after in many a stour and in many a nede, as ye shull heren herafter. Grete was the feeste that the kynge hilde on the Even of the Assumpcion to the riche baronye that to hym were come. Whan the kynge and the barouns hadde herde evesonge at the Mynster of Seint Stephene, the tables were sette in teintes and pavelons, for thei myght not alle into the town. And on that othir side was the Quene Gonnore and the ladyes and damesels, with soche joye that merveile it were to reherse; for in all the londe of Breteigne ne in all the power of Kynge Arthur, ne lefte mynstrall ne jogelour ne oon ne other, but alle were come to that feeste. And at that soper were thei served so well as was convenient to so myghty a prince as was the Kynge Arthur. And thus endured thei in joye and myrthe till tyme was to go to reste till on the morowe. And on the morowe aroos the Kynge Arthur and the riche barouns and the quene and wente to hire ma**e at the Mynster of Seint Stephene, and the servise was honorably seide in the worship and reverence of that high feste, and grete and riche was the offrande. And the Kynge Arthur and alle other kynges and quenes that day bar crownes in worship of the day; and so ther were sixty crownes, what of kynges and quenes. And whan the ma**e was seide and the servise ended, the Kynge Arthur lepe on his palfrey, and alle the other kynges after hym icrowned, and so dide the Quene Gonnore and alle the other quenes, and everyche of hem a crowne of golde on theire heedes. And the Kinge Arthur satte at the high deyse and made alle the twelve kynges sitte at his table downwarde a renge. And also in honour of the high feste of Oure Lady, he made the Quene Gonnore sitte by hym crowned, and so dide alle the other twelve quenes byfore theire lordes. And at other tables satte other princes, dukes, and erles, and othir knyghtes were sette richely thourgh the medowes in tentes and pavelouns, with grete joy and melodye that never was seyn gretter in no court. And as thei were in this joye and in this feste, and Kay the Stiward that brought the firste mese before the kynge, ther com in the feirest forme of man that ever hadde thei seyn before; and he was clothed in samyte and girte with a bawdrike of silke harnysshed with golde and preciouse stones, that all the paleys flamed of the light. And the heir of his hede was yelowe and crispe with a crowne of golde theron as he hadde ben a kynge; and his hosen of fin scarlet and his shone of white cordewan orfraied, and bokeled with fin golde. And [he] hadde an harpe abowte his nekke of silver richely wrought, and the stringes were of fin golde wire, and the harpe was sette with preciouse stones. And the man that it bar was so feire of body and of visage that never hadde thei sein noon so feire a creature. But this apeired moche his bewté and his visage for that he was blinde; and yet were the iyen in his heed feire and clier. And he hadde a litill cheyne of silver tacched to his arme, and to that cheyne a litill spayne was bounde as white as snowe, and a litill coler aboute his nekke of silke harneysed with golde. And this spaynell ledde hym streght before the Kynge Arthur, and he harped a lay of Breteigne full swetely that wonder was to here. And the refraite of his laye salewed the Kynge Arthur and the Quene Gonnore and alle the other after. And Kay the Stiward that brought the firste cours taried a while in the settinge down to beholde the harpur ententifly. Bot now we moste cesse of hem a while and speke of the Kynge Rion. [Summary. King Rion, smarting from his earlier humilation by Arthur, a**embles a huge force and marches against the city of Toraise in Tamelide; and he sends a messen -ger to Camelot with a letter for Arthur. Fol. 218v (line 18)-219v (line 26).] Whan this messager was departed from his lorde, he and his squyer rode forth till thei com to Cameloth on the Day of the Assumpcion, and alight down of his horse and com into the halle as Kay hadde sette the firste cours before the Kynge Arthur. This knyght saugh these kynges and these quenes that satte at the high deyse alle crowned for the high feeste and saugh the harpour crowned with golde, [and] he was all astonyed and for the dogge that hym ledde thourgh the paleis. And he asked of Kay that served whiche was the Kynge Arthur; and Kay hym shewed anoon right. And the knyght, that was wise and well cowde speke, com before the kynge and seide so lowde that alle myght it undirstonde, "Kynge Arthur, I grete thee nought, for I am not therto comaunded by hym that hath me to thee isente. But I shall do thee to undirstande what he doth to the sende. And whan thow hast herde his comaundement, do as thow art avised. And yef thow do his will, thow shalt finde therin profite; and yef thow wilt it nought do, thee byhoveth to forsake thi londe and fle in exile." And whan the kynge this herde, he began to smyle and seide full sobirly, "Avise thee of thi message; for of all that thow art comaunded, thou mayst say boldly all thy will withoute eny encombraunce of me or of eny other." And than he seide: "Kynge Arthur, to thee sente me the kynge of alle Cristin that is the Kynge Rion of the Yles, whiche is at sege before Toraise in Carmelide. And with hym nine kynges that alle ben his liege men and holde of hym theire londes and their fees in honour, for he hath made hem alle enclyne to hym by his prowesse. And of alle the kynges that he hath conquered wherof ther be nine, he hath flayn of theire beerdes. Now my lorde sendeth the comaundement that thou become his man; and that shall be to the grete honour to become liege man to so puyssaunt a kynge as is my lorde, for he is lorde from the east into the west of all the londe." And whan the knyght hadde thus seide, he drough oute the letter of Kynge Rion that was seled with ten seles roiall and seide to the Kynge Arthur, "Sir, do rede this letter that my lorde hath thee sente, and than shalt thou heren his wille and his corage." And therwith he delyvered hym the letter. And the kynge hit toke to the archebisshop that was come thider to undirstonde the ma**age. And he it unfolded and began to rede alowde that thei myght it wele undirstonde that were in the halle. the Kynge Rion, that am lorde of all the west, do hem alle to wite that these letteres shull seen, that I am at sege before Toraise in Carmelide, and with me be nine kynges of my meyné and alle theire peple of theire londes that armes may bere. And of alle the kynges that I conquere, I have theire suerdes be my prowesse; and also I have made a mantell of reade samyte furred with the beerdes of these kynges. And this mantell is nygh all redy of all that therto longeth saf only ta**elles; and for the ta**els faile, I have herde tidinges of thy grete renoun that is spredde thourgh the worlde, I will that it be honoured more than eny of the other kinges; and therfore I comaunde thee that thow sende me thy beerde with all the skynne; and I shall hit sette on the ta**els of my mantell for the love of thee, for never before this mantell be ta**elled shall it not hange aboute my nekke. Ne I will of noon other have it made but of thy beerde, for aboute the handes and the nekke ought every prince sette the moste honorable thinges. And for thow art the moste puyssaunt kynge as the renoun of thee recordeth, I will that thow sende me thy beerde by oon or tweyne of thy frendes; and after, come thou to me and become my liege man and holde of me thy londes in goode pees. And yef thou wilt nought thus don, I comaunde thee that thou go exiled and forsake thi londe; for as soone as I have conquered the Kynge Leodogan, I shall come upon thee with all myn hoste and make thy beerde be flayn and drawe from thy chyn boustously; and that thou shalt knowe verily." Whan the archebisshop hadde redde this letter before the Kynge Arthur and before alle the barouns, he delyvered the letter agein to the kynge that was full wroth and angry with this comaundement. And the messager seide, "Kynge Arthur, do that my lorde thee comaundeth that I may returne." And the kynge seide he myght wele returne whansoever he wolde, and telle his lorde that his beerd sholde he never have while he myght it diffende. And the knyght departed and com to his horse and rode forth, he and his squyer, till thei come to Toraise in Carmelide, where he fonde the Kynge Rion that a**ailede the castell full fiercely. And thei withynne diffended hem full harde, that thei withoute loste moche of theire peple; and therfore was the Kynge Rion full wroth. And whan the knyght was come before the Kynge Rion and tolde his ansuere from the Kynge Arthur, he seide he sholde not so soone have take the Kynge Leodogan, but anoon he wolde come upon hym with so grete power that he sholde not hem sustene ne endure. And now shull we speke of the Kynge Arthur and of his barouns. Whan the knyght that hadde brought this message from the Kynge Rion was departed, the Kynge Arthur lefte stille, sittinge at mete in myrthe and in joye. And the harpour wente from oon place to another and harped myrily, so that thei behilde hym for a merveile, bothe oon and other; and hem liked more the melodye of this harpour than eny thinge that this other mynstralles diden. And the Kynge Arthur hadde grete merveile fro whens this man myght come, and yet he ought hym well to knowe, for many tymes hadde he hym seyn in other maner and in other semblaunces. And whan thei hadde eten and the clothes were taken up, the harpour com be fore the kynge and seide, "Sir, yef it plese yow, graunte me reward for my servise." "Certes, frende," seide the kynge, "it is reson, and ye shull it have with goode will; and therfore sey youre will, for ye shull not faile yef it be soche thinge as I may yeve, savinge myn honour and my reame." "Sir," seide the harpour, "ye shull never have therin but honour, yef God will." "Than sey youre volunté," seide the kynge boldely. Than seide the harpour, "I aske yow and require to bere youre chief baner in the firste bataile that ye shall go to." "Feire frende," seide the kynge, "sholde that be worship to me and my reame? Oure Lorde hath sette yow in His prison. How myght ye youreself guyde, that may nought se, to bere a baner in bateile of a kynge that ought to be refute and counfort to alle the hoste?" "Haa, sir," quod the harpour, "God, that is the very guyde, me shall condite and lede that in many perilouse places me hath ledde; and wite ye well, it shall be for youre prowe." And whan the barouns it undirstode, thei hadde merveile. Than behilde hym the Kynge Ban and remembred hym of Merlin that in the Castell of the Mara**e hym served in disgise of a yonge knyght of fifteen yere age, and thought it sholde ben he. And [he] seide anoon to the kynge, "Sir, graunte hym his request, for he semeth to be soche a man that his desire ne ought not to be refusid." "Why," seide Arthur, "trowe ye it sholde be to oure profite and oure honour that a mynstrall sholde bere oure baner in bateile, whiche may not lede hymself? Though I hit withsey, I do nothinge agein right; for it is a thinge that I sholde not graunte lightly but I knewe right well the persone that it sholde bere." And anoon as this worde was seide, the harpour vanysshed amonge hem that noon wiste where he be com. Than Arthur bethought hym on Merlin, and was sory and wroth that he ne hadde it hym graunted. And alle that were therynne were abaisshed for that he was loste so sodeinly. And the Kynge Ban of Benoyk, that well aparceived it was Merlin, seide to the Kynge Arthur, "Certes, sir," quod he, "ye ought hym wele for to knowen." "Trewly," seide Arthur, "ye sey full trewe, but for that he hath made a whelpe hym for to lede that hath take awey fro me the knowinge." "Sir," seide Gawein, "what is he, than?" "Nevew," quod the kynge, "it is Merlin oure frende." "Yee," seide Gawein, "so helpe me God, I trowe yow wele that it be he, for often hath he be disgised before youre baronye; and this hath he don to make yow solas and counfort." And as thei stode spekinge hereof, in the halle com in a litill childe that semed of eight yere of age. And he was all naked and brecheles, and bar a staf in his honde, and com before the kynge and seide, "Sir, appareile yow for to go agein the Kynge Rion in bateile, and delyver me youre baner for to bere." And whan thei that were in the paleys saugh hym in that aray, thei begonne to laugh harde. And the kynge ansuerde all in laughinge, as he that soposed well it was Merlin, "So helpe me God, ye owe it well to bere, and I it yow graunte." "Gramercy, sir," seide the childe, "for in me it shall be wele employde." And with that he comaunded hem alle to God and wente oute of the paleis. And than anoon he toke his owne semblaunce soche as he was wonte to have, and seide to hymself that now hym behoveth to somown the kynges hoste. And [Merlin] wente toward the see and pa**ed over and com to Gannes, to Pharien and to Leonces of Paierne, and badde hem to a**emble theire power of all that thei myght bring oute of the londe and come to Cameloth. And thei seide thei wolde do hys comaundement. And Merlin com to the see and pa**ed over and wente to the londe of Kynge Urien and by the londe of Kynge Looth and seid to the barouns and to othir princes that thei be withynne fifteen dayes afte Oure Lady Day the Nativité in Septembre before Cameloth; and thei hym graunted alle. And than he departed from them and com agein to the court er evesonge were alle seide, upon the same day of the Assumpcion. And the kinge of hym made grete joye and asked why he hadde hym so kept oute of sight. And he ansuerde that he ought hym wele to knowen. "Ye, certes," seide the kynge, "yef in me were eny witte." Thus thei abide in feeste and joye all that day. On the morowe the kynge made alle his princes to a**emble in his paleis and ther also was Merlin. And the Kynge Arthur seide how hem behoveth to somowne all the power that thei myght a**emble, for he wolde socour the Kynge Leodogan that was fader to the Queene Gonnore. And Merlin seide how thei were alle somowned bothe at Gannes and at Benoyk and thourgh alle the londes of the other barouns. And the Kynge Arthur hym asked whan that was don, and he seide, "Seth yesterday after mete." And whan the kynge and the other princes this undirstode that he hadde this don, thei hadde grete wonder, and were ther in joye and in feste till all here peple was a**embled. And than meved the Kynge Arthur and his baronye and rode towarde the reame of Carmelide. And the kynge graunted his baner to Merlin, as he hadde promysed before. And [thei] sped theire journyes till thei come a litill journey fro Toraise, where the Kynge Rion had besege the Kynge Leodogan. And whan thei were nygh the hoste, Merlin seide to Gawein and to Sir Ewein and to Segramor, "Loke ye be ever nygh aboute me"; and thei seide thei wolde don his pleisir. "Now than," quod Merlin, "sueth after me softely, and alle thei of the hoste, till we be in bateile; and ye shull smyte upon hem of that other partye withoute rennynge of youre bateile; and thinke ever to come nygh after my baner, what wey that ever ye se me turne." And thei ansuerde that so thei wolde with goode will; and so he seide to Arthur and to alle the other princes. And [thei] wente forth till thei com into the hoste of Kynge Rion, and Merlin before hem alle so harde as his horse myght renne, with the dragon in his hande that caste thourgh his mouthe fire and flame, that alle thei therof were abaisshed. And Gawein, that folowed hym next, mette with the Kynge Pharaon that with all his bateile com hym ageins. And as soone as he saugh hem approche, Sir Gawein hym smote so that shelde ne hauberk myght hym warante, but bar hym thourgh the body deed to the erthe. And than he seide in game, "He this is sworn to pees, for by hym shall never the Kynge Arthur lese acre of his londe ne his beerd be flayn from his chyn." With that a**embled bothe hostes, that oon agein that other. And grete was the noyse and the fray of the peple of Kynge Rion and of the peple of Kynge Arthur. And ther dide Gawein and Ewein and Segramor and Gaheries and the Knyghtes of the Rounde Table merveiles with theire handes. For whan bothe hostes were mette, ye myght have sein many oon leide to grounde of oo party and of other, for thei were bold and hardy on bothe seides. And Merlin, that bar the dragon, drof into the prees, and Sir Gawein and his companye after, and smote hem so harde that thei metten that thei neded no salve; and the speres fly in peces. And that was a thinge that discounforted the Kynge Rion and his peple, for thei wende verily that fendes were fallen amonge the hoste. But thei were so bolde and so chivalrouse that therfore thei wolde not be discounfited but hilde bateile grete and merveilouse agein the peple of Kynge Arthur, and made hem resorte bakke at hir first comyng. And therfore was Sir Gawein and his companye full of dolour. And Merlin, that rode before hem, cried, "What, lordinges, what shall this bemene? Be ye now arested? Sueth me, yef ye will youre loos encrese and your pris." Than these felowes smyten in amonge hem of Irelonde, that well hem resceyved with trenchaunt wepenes. But Sir Gawein and his companye dide so well in armes that thei pressed thourgh the peple of Kynge Rion, but first was ther many a hevy stroke yoven and resceived, and many a knyght straught deed to the erthe. And the Kynge Arthur and the Kynge Looth of Orcanye and the Kynge Ban and the Kynge Bohors were smyte into the bateile on another side where thei dide merveiles amonge theire enmyes, for agein theire strokes endured noon armure. But the peple of Kynge Rion mette hem so fiercely that thei smote down the Kynge Looth and the Kynge Bohors from theire horse amydde the presse; and so thei myght soone have hadde grete damage ne hadde ben the grete prowesse that was in hem bothe. For thei lept on foote full vigerousely with theire swerdes drawen, and begonne to smyte down horse and men so crewelly that ther ne was noon that hem saugh but he hilde it for a merveile. And the Kynge Arthur and the Kynge Ban pressed that wey hem to remounte. And Merlin com drivinge with the baner in his hande that thourgh his throte caste fire and flame, and smote into the grettest presse. And whan the peple of Kynge Rion saugh the grete merveile of the dragon that so caste fire, thei hadden grete drede and forsoke place and the two kynges on whom they dide abide. And Merlin com to them and delyvered to everiche of theym a good horse and a swifte, for inowe ther were astray thourgh the felde. And thei anoon lept upon horse and rode into the bateile and begonne to do so well in armes, and so dide alle theire companye. But the force of Kynge Rion was so grete that thei of the reame of Grete Breteigne myght it not endure, but sholde alle have be discounfited, as to my felinge, ne hadde be the prowesse of Sir Gawein and his companye and the Knyghtes of the Rounde Table, for these shewed merveiles wher thei com, for thei smyte down men and horse bothe that alle that hem withstode semed it were feendes. On another side of the bateile was the Kynge Ventres and the Kynge Tradilyvans and the Kynge Urien and the Kynge de Cent Chivalers, that full fiercely faught agein the peple of the Yles that kept hem short, for of the Yles was many a valiaunt knyght and bolde in armes. And [oon] hadde smyte down the Kynge Tradilyvans of North Wales and hilde hym by the helme. And Merlin com to Gawein and seide, "Now lete se what ye will do, for we have loste the Kynge Tradilyvans but he hastely [have] socour. Sewe me!" Than wente Merlin that wey and Sir Gawein and his felowes folowinge, till thei com to the Kynge Tradilyvans that was in grete aventure of deth. And than begonne thei so harde bateile that wonder was to beholde, so that thei that hilde the Kynge Tradilyvans, that were bolde and hardy and durable in bateile, were alle abaisshed; but yet dide thei grete peyne hym to withholde. And thei of the Rounde Table have hym rescowed and sette on horse, and were full wroth and angry and begonne agein the bateile and the medlé, that hidiouse was to have seyn; for oon fill deed upon another so that ther were grete mountayns of deed cors thourgh the feelde theras the bateile was. For Sir Gawein hadde so many slain with his swerde that bothe swerde and arme were all be- soiled with blode and brayn. Than the Kynge Leodogan saugh the bateile so crewell and so fell theras he stode lenynge out at a wyndowe, and saugh the dragon that Merlin bar that caste fier thourgh his mouthe so that the heyr was all reade. And he knewe it wele, for he hadde it sein before tymes, and knew well it was the signe of Kynge Arthur. And than he called upon his knyghtes and cried, "As armes, for my sone the Kynge Arthur fighteth with oure enmyes, and is come me for to socour, God quyte hym!" And whan thei this undirstode, thei ronne alle to armes thourgh the castell and com oute at the yate iarmed ten thousand and moo of bolde men and hardy, and smyten into the hoste of the kynges of the Yles full fiercely, and thei hem resceived, for thei were of grete hardynesse. And Cleodalis the Stiward and Hervy de Rivell and her other felowes begonne to do merveiles of armes. And the bateile was so grete and so thikke on alle sides of the hoste of Kynge Rion that it was merveile so many ther were deed of oo parte and of other. And whan the Kynge Rion saugh the grete mortalité and slaughtur of his peple, and also of the peple of Kynge Arthur, his herte wax tender and hadde therof pitee, and seide to hymself that that mortalité wolde he no lenger suffre. And than he toke a braunche of sicamor in his hande and wente before the hoste to dissever the bateiles, and wente forth till he fonde the Kynge Arthur, and spake so high that he myght wele ben herde. "Kynge Arthur, wherfore doost thow suffre thi peple to be slayn and distroied, and also myn? Do thow now well, yef ther be so moche worthinesse in thee as the worlde recorded. Delyver thy peple fro deth, and I shall deliver also tho of myn, and we shull make oure peple withdrawe on bothe parties a rowme. And thow and I shull fight togeder body for body, by soche covenaunt that yef thow may me conquere, I shall returne to my contrey with the peple that is me beleft on lyve; and yef I may thee conquere, thow shalt holde thi londe of me and be my soget, as ben these other kynges that I have conquered. And I shall have thy berde with all the skyn to make the ta**elles of my mantell." "In the name of God," quod the Kynge Arthur, "thow sholdest so have the better part of the pley whan thow sholdest repeire into thy contrey all hooll yef I thee conquered, and ne sholdest not become my man. And thow desirest that I sholde be thy man yef thow myght me conquere! But I will fight with thee in this maner as thow hast seide, that yef I thee conquere thow shall be my liege man; and in the same wise I graunte it thee yef thow me conquere." "Sir," seide the Kynge Rion - that was so stronge that he douted no man body for body, and he hadde conquered so nine kynges that alle were his liege men - "and I it yow graunte, like as ye have seide." Than thei sured theire feithes betwene hem two to holde these covenauntes, and made departe the bateiles that were so horible. And the barouns drough aside that were wroth and angry with these covenauntes. And Sir Gawein, that was wrother than eny other, com to the kynge his uncle and seide, "Sir, yef it plese yow, graunte me this bateile." "Now therof require ye no more," quod the Kynge Arthur, "nother ye, ne noon other. For noon other than I shall sette therto noon hande, for I shall do the bateile with the helpe of God, seith he hath me therto requireth." Than bothe hostes were drawen aside on that oon part and on that other, and the two kynges were armed full richely all that nedeth to a noble prince. And eche of hem toke a spere stronge and rude, and than rode eche of hem from other more than two but lengthe, and than smote the horse with spores and mette togeder as tempest, for well ran bothe horse and were of grete force. And the two kynges were fierce and hardy and mette with so grete raundon with speres that were grete and shorte and the heedes sharp igrounden, upon the sheldes that thei perced; but the hauberkes were so harde that thei fauced no mayle; and the horse were of grete force and the knyghtes of grete prowesse that the speres splindered in splyntes. And than thei leide hande to theire swerdes that weren of grete bounté, and smyten grete strokes upon helmes that thei breke the serkeles of golde and stones whiche weren of grete vertu, and tohewen the sheldes and hauberkes, and in the flessh so depe that the blood stremed after. And in short tyme eche of hem so araied other that ther ne was nother of hem but he hadde nede of a leche. And theire sheldes weren slitte and hewen that ther was left of theym [not] so moche that thei myght with hem cover. And than thei caste the remenaunt to grounde and caught the swerdes in bothe hondes, and smyte pesaunt strokes at discovert so that thei toslitte helmes and torente hauberkes, so that the flessh shewed all bare. And ther ne was noon of hem bothe but he was wery for traveile of yevinge of strokes and receivinge. And that was oon thinge that lengest hem hilde, for yef thei hadde ben fressh and newe to that thei weren withouten sheldes and theire hauberkes torente and theire helmes toqua**hed, thei myght not have endured. Nevertheles, ther ne was noon of hem bothe but he was sore hurt and wounded. Whan the Kynge Rion, that was bolde and hardy above alle thoo of the londe, saugh the Kynge Arthur hym contene ageins hym, he hadde therof grete merveile, for he wende that he sholde not agein hym have endured, and seide to hymself that never beforn hadde he seyn so goode a knyght. And than he douted hym sore and seide, "Kynge Arthur, hit is grete harme of thee, for thow art the beste knyght that I faught with ever beforn; and I se well and knowe verily that thy grete herte that thow hast shall make thee to dye, for it will not suffre thee to come to my mercy; and I knowe well that thow haddest lever dye than be conquered, and that is grete damage. And therfore, I wolde pray thee and requyre for the grete prowesse that is in thee, that thou have pitee on thyself and yelde thee for outraied, for to save thi lif thourgh the covenauntes that ben betwene us, so that my mantell were parformed in my live. For better I love thi lif than thi deth, and thow art come to thi fin - that knowest thow well, and so don alle these barouns here aboute that here ben." Whan the Kynge Arthur undirstode the wordes of the Kynge Rion, he hadde grete shame, for so many a valiante prince hadde it undirstonde. And than he ran upon hym with his swerde in bothe handes as he that was full wroth and full of maltalente, and wende to smyte hym on the helme. But the Kynge Rion blenched that saugh the stroke comynge with so grete ravyne; and nevertheles, he araught hym upon the helme and kutte of the nasell; and the stroke descended and smote the stedes nekke asounder, and the Kynge Rion fill to the erthe. And as he wende to have rise, Arthur smote hym on the lifte shuldre into the flesshe two large ynche, and the Kynge Rion stombeled therwith and fill agein to the erthe. And whan the Kynge Arthur saugh the Kynge Rion falle agein to grounde, anoon he alight to grounde and ran to hym lightly and caught hym by the helme and drough it to hym with so grete force that the laces brast asonder; and he it raced from his heed, and than lifte up the swerde and seide he was but deed but he wolde yelde hym outerly. And he seide that wolde he never, for he hadde lever dye than live recreaunt. And whan Arthur saugh that he myght hym not therto bringe to holde hym for outraied, he smote of the heed in sight of alle that were in the feelde. And than ronne to [hym] the princes on alle parties and made grete joye and sette hym on a horse, and brought hym into the Castell of Toraise and hym un armed and serched his woundes. And the baronye of Kynge Rion com to hym and resceived of hym theire londes and theire fees and dide hym homage, and than returned into theire contrey, and with hem bar the body of Kynge Rion, and it biried with grete lamentacion and wepinge. And the Kynge Arthur was at Toraise, gladde and joyfull of the victorie that God hym hadde yoven; and sojourned in the castell till he was warisshed of his woundes that he hadde in the bateile. And whan he was all hool, he departed fro Toraise with grete joye and feste; and the Kynge Leodogan conveyed hym on his wey and after returned. And the Kynge Arthur and his companye ride till thei come to Cameloth whereas the Quene Gonnore and the other quenes were abidinge, that of theire comynge made grete joye. And ther sojourned the princes four dayes, and on the fifte day thei departed; and every man repeired to his owne contrey and ledde with hem theire wyves, thei that eny hadden. And the Kynge Arthur com agein into the citee of Logres and sojourned ther longe tyme with the quene, and with hym was Sir Gawein and the Companye of the Rounde Table and Merlin, that dide hem grete solas and grete companye. And he com to Kynge Arthur and seide that from hensforth he myght hym wele forberen, for he hadde somdell apesed his londe and sette it in reste. And therfore he wolde go take his disporte where hym liked. Whan the kynge this undirstode, he was pensif and sory, for he loved hym entirly and fain wolde he that he abood stille, yef it myght be. And whan he saugh he myght hym not withholde, he praied hym dierly that he wolde come to hym agein in short tyme; and Merlin seide he sholde come agein all be tyme er he hadde nede. "Certes," seide the kynge, "every day and every hour have I to yow nede and myster, for withoute yow I can nought; and therfore I wolde we sholde never departe companye." And Merlin seide, "I shall come another tyme to youre nede, and I shall not faile day ne hour." And the kynge was stille a longe while and began to stodie sore. And whan he hadde be longe in this thought, he seide all sighinge, "Ha, Merlin, feire swete frende, in what nede shull ye me helpe? I pray yow telle me, to sette myn herte in more ese." "Sir," seide Merlin, "and I shall yow telle, and after I shall go my way. The lyon that is the sone of the bere and was begeten of a leopart shall renne by the reame of the Grete Breteigne; and that is the nede that ye shall have." With that Merlin departed and the kynge belefte in grete myssese and sore abaisshed of this thinge, for he knewe not to what it myght turne. But therof shull we cesse at this tyme and returne to speke of Merlin.