Author Unknown - Prose Merlin - Merlin and Nimiane; and Arthur and the Giant of St. Michael's Mount lyrics

[Summary. Merlin leaves Logres and goes to Jerusalem where King Flualis, the pow erful saracen ruler, has had an engimatic dream. When Flualis's wisemen cannot explain the dream, Merlin proceeds to do so. The dream signifies the coming of the Christians and the defeat of the saracens. Fols. 224r (line 13)-225r (line 5)]. And Merlin wente a grete spede that never he stinte till he com to the reame of Benoyk, and yede to Nimiane his love that sore desired hym for to seen, for yet cowde not she of his art of that she desired for to knowe. And she made hym the grettest joye that she myght; and [thei] ete and dranke and lay in oon bedde. But so moche cowde she of his connynge that whan he hadde will to ly with hire, she hadde enchaunted and conjured a pelow that she kepte in his armes; and than fill Merlin aslepe. And the storie maketh no mencion that ever Merlin hadde flesshly to do with no woman. And yet loved he nothinge in this worlde so wele as woman; and that shewed well, for so moche he taught hir oo tyme and other that at laste he myght holde hymself a fooll; and thus dide he sojourney with his love longe tyme. And ever she enquired of his connynge and of his maistries ech thinge by hitself. And he lete her all knowe; and she wrote all that he seide, as she that was well lerned in clergie, and lerned it lightly all that Merlin hir taught. And whan he hadde sojourned with hir longe tyme, he toke his leve and seide that he sholde come agein at the yeres ende; and so eche of theym comaunded other to God full tendirly. And than com Merlin to Blase his maister, that gladde was of his comynge and sore he longed hym for to se, and he hym also. And Merlin tolde hym alle the aventures that were befalle seth he fro hym departed, and how he hadde be with Nimiane his love, and how he hadde hir taught of his enchauntmentz. And Blase wrote all in his boke. [Summary. Merlin rejoins Arthur at Logres. As the court is a**embled in the great hall, a beautiful damsel enters accompanied by an ugly dwarf; she asks the king for a boon; Arthur agrees, as long as her request is honorable. To the amusement of the court, she asks Arthur to make the dwarf a knight; she claims he is actually a lord of noble birth. Kay makes jokes at the dwarf's expense, but Arthur agrees to her request. Then two squires appear at court bearing knightly equipment, and the damsel herself produces a pair of golden spurs. Kay asks for the honor of knighting the dwarf, but the damsel refuses him. Arthur knights the dwarf; then the damsel and the dwarf ride on their way. Shortly thereafter a group of twelve messengers arrive at the court bearing a letter from Lucius, the emperor of Rome. Arthur is accused of having taken lands and rents away from the emperor; and he is ordered to appear before the emperor in Rome to make amends. Arthur and his privy council consider the matter; they decide that rather than Rome having a claim on Britain, Britain has firm historical precedents for making a claim on Rome. Thus Arthur gives the messengers gifts and then sends them back to the emperor with his negative reply. Angered, the emperor a**embles his forces. Arthur does likewise; and then he and his army sail to Brittany. There Arthur has a vision in which he sees a great bear on a mountain attacked by a fiery dragon. Merlin interprets the dream, saying that the bear is a giant and Arthur is the dragon. Fols. 225r (line 20)-228v (line 12).] With that thei trussed tentes and pavilons and ride forth on theire wey. But thei hadde not longe gon whan tidinges com to the Kynge Arthur of the geaunte that distroied the londe and the contrey so that therynne duelled nother man ne woman but fledde thourgh the feldes as bestes disolate for drede of the geaunte. And [he] hadde born by force a mayden of the contrey that was nyece to a lorde of the contrey that was a grete gentilman. And he hadde born hir with hym up to a mounteigne whereas he repeired, that was all closed with the see. And that mounteign is yet cleped the Mounte Seint Michel, but at that tyme ther was nother mynster ne chapell; ne ther was no man so hardy ne so myghty that durst fight with the geaunte. And whan the peple of the contrey dide hym a**aile, thei myght not agein hym endure neither on londe ne on se, for he slough hem with the roches and made theire shippes to sinke. And the peple of the contrey fledde thourgh the wodes and forestes and mounteynes with theire children in theire armes; and so thei lefte theire londes and theire richesses. Whan Arthur herde how the geaunte distroied so the londe, he cleped Kay the Stiward and Bedyver and badde hem make hem redy-armed aboute mydnyght; and thei dide his comaundement and com togeder, thei thre and two squyres only and no mo, and rode till thei come upon the mounte and saugh a grete fire bright shynynge on that o side. And on that othir side was another mounte that was not so grete as that, and theron was a fire merveilouse grete; and thei wiste not to whiche thei sholde gon. Than he cleped Bediver and bade hym go loke on whiche mounte the geaunte was. Than Bediver wente into a bote that was full of the flos of the see. And whan he was come to the next monteyn, he wente up hastily on the roche and herde grete wepinge. And whan he that herde he hadde doute, for he wende the geaunte hadde be there. But he toke upon hym hardynesse and drough his swerde, and wente forth and hoped for to fight with hym, as he that for no drede of deth ne wolde be founde no cowarde; and in this thought he clymbed upon the mountein. And whan he was come up, he saugh the fier that was clier brennynge and saugh a tombe faste by that was newly made; and beside that tombe satte an olde woman discheveled and all torente hir heir, and wepte and sighed full sore. And whan she saugh the knyght she seide, "Haa! Gentilman, what art thow? What dolour hath brought thee into this place? For with grete dolour thou shalt ende thy lif, yef the geaunte thee finde. Fle hens hastely as faste as thow maist, for thou art to unhappy yef thow abide till that this devell come that hath no pité of nothinge! Fle hens as fer as thou maist, yef thow wilt thy lif save!" Whan Bediver saugh the woman so wepe and so pitously regrated Helayn sighinge, and bad hym to fle but yef he wolde dye. And he seide, "Good woman, lete be thy wepinge, and telle me what thou art and why thou makest so grete sorowe and why thou art upon this mounte by this tombe. And telle me all the occasion of thy sorowe, and who lith here in this sepulture." "I am," quod she, "a dolerouse caitif that wepe and make waymentacion for a mayden that was nyece to Hoell of Nauntes, that I norished and yaf souke with my mylk; and she lieth under this tombe, and it was me comaunded hir to norish and to kepe. Now is ther a devell that hir hath taken awey and brought hider her and me, and wolde have leyn by the childe that [was] yonge and tender. But she myght hym not suffre ne endure, for he was moche and hidiouse and lothly. And so he made the soule departe from the body, and thus he berafte my doughter, falsly and be treson. And ther I have hir biried, and for hir wepe bothe day and nyght." "And wherfore," quod Bediver, "gost thou not hens, seth thou art left here alone and hast hir loste seth that ther is noon recover?" "Sir," quod she, "I knowe well ther is no recover; but for that I se ye be a gentilman and therto so curteise, I will kepe nothinge from youre knowinge but I will telle yow the trouthe. Whan that my dere doughter was entered, for whos love I wende wele have loste my witte and dyed for doel, the geaunte made me to abide stille to have his foule lecherouse lust upon me. And he hath me diffouled by his strengthe that I moste suffre his wille whedir I wolde or noon, for I have no myght agein hym. And I take oure Lorde God to recorde it was never my will, and ner therwith he hadde me slain; for with hym have I suffred grete peyne and gret anguysh, for he is unmesurable grete; and he cometh hider to fulfille his lecherie upon me. And thou art but deed and maist in no maner ascape, for he cometh anoon right; for he is ther above in that mountayn where thou seist that fier. And therfore I pray thee go hens thy wey, and lef me here to compleyne and make my mone for my doughter." Grete pité hadde Bediver of the woman, and moche he hir counforted. And seth he com agein to the kynge and tolde that he hadde sein, and seide how the geaunte was upon the high hill ther he saugh the grete fier and smoke. Than the kynge made his felowes go with hym upon the mounteyne, and thei were come upon the hill. Than the kynge comaunded his felowes to abide and seide that hymself alone wolde go fight with the geaunte. "Nevertheles," seide the kynge, "loke that ye waite well upon me; and yef it be myster, cometh me to helpe." And thei seide thei wolde with good will, and thei abide. And the kynge wente toward the geaunte that satte before the fire and rosted flessh on a spite, and kut of the side that [was] most inough and ete it. And the kynge wente toward hym with swerde in honde drawen a softe pas gripinge his shelde, for he wende hym to have supprised. But the geaunte, that was full false and maliciouse, behelde and saugh the kynge come and lept up, for the kynge hadde his swerde in his hande. And the geaunte stert to a grete clobbe that stode by hym, that was grete and hidiouse of a plante of an oke, that was a grete birthon for a myghty man; and caught it from the fire, and leide it on his nekke and com fiercely agein the kynge as he that was of a grete force, and seide to the kynge that a grete fooll was he to come ther, and reised the batte for to smyte the kynge on the heed. But he was wight and delyver, and lept aside so that he of hym failed; and therwith the kynge smote at hym and wende to smyte hym on the heed. But the geaunte, that was bolde and hardy, kept it on his clobbe or elles hadde he be deed. Nevertheles, somdel he touched hym with Marmyadoise, his good swerde that he conquered of the Kynge Rion, and touched hym betwene the two browes that he wax all blinde for the blode that ran over his yen. And that was a thinge that sore hym greved, for he myght not se where to smyte, and began to scarmyshe and to grope aboute hym with his staffe as a wood devell and sore abaisshed. And the kynge hasted hym full harde but areche hym myght not, for the geaunte caste about hym grete strokes that yef he hadde hym smyten he hadde ben all tobrosed. And thus thei foughten longe that the oon ne touched not that other, and therfore thei were sore anoyed. And than the geaunte wente tastinge here and there that he sesed the kynge by the arme. And whan he hadde hym caught he was gladde and joyfull, for anoon he wende hym to have threst to deth. And so he hadde, but that the kynge was wight and delyver and wrast out of his gripinge with grete peyne. And than he ran upon hym with his swerde and smote hym on the heed and on the lifte sholdre that all the arme fremysshed. And so harde was the hide of the ser pent that in the flessh myght it not atame. And the geaunte myght hym not se, for his iyen were all covered with blode; and than he saugh the shadowe of the kynge, and than he ran that wey. But the kynge, that wiste he was of grete force, durste not come in his handes. And so hath he gon up and down that he stombeled on his clubbe; and it sesed and ran theras he wende to finde the kynge. But the kynge blenched so that he myght hym not areche, and therfore hadde he grete sorow in herte. And than he caste awey his clubbe and tasted to chacche the kynge in his armes. And so he wente gropinge and frotinge his iyen till he saugh the light and the shadowe of the kynge. And than he spronge to hym and caught hym by the flankes with bothe his armes that nygh he hadde with his gripes brosten his chyne. And than he began to craspe after his arme for to take from hym his swerde out of his honde. But the kynge it well perceyved and threwe down the swerde, that in the fallinge he myght here it ringe cler. And than he griped the kynge with that oon hande and stouped down to take the swerde with that other hande; and in the stoupinge, the kynge smote hym with his kne that he fill in swowne. And than he lept to the swerde and hente it up, and stert to the geaunte ther he lay and lifte up the serpentes skyn and rof hym thourgh the body with the swerde. And so was the geaunte slain. And Kay the Stiwarde and Bediver made grete joye of the kynge, and behelde the geaunte that so grete [was] that wonder was to beholden, and thanked oure Lorde of the honour and the victorie that he hadde yove the kynge, for never hadde thei seyn so grete a feende. And the kynge bad Bediver smyte of the heed that it myght be born into the hoste to se the grete merveile of the gretnesse of hym. And he dide his comaundement; and than [thei] com down of the mounteyn and lepe on their horse. And the flode was come agein that gretly hem disesed. And with grete peyne thei pa**ed the greves and com agein to the hoste. And the barouns were sore abaisshed for the taryinge of the kynge, for that thei wiste not whider he was wente; and thei were meved hym for to seche in diverse parties, ne hadde ben Merlin that bad hem be nothinge dismayed, for he sholde come hastely. While the princes and the barouns were in this afray for the Kynge Arthur, he and the stiwarde and Bediver com down into his teinte, and hadde the heed of the geaunte trussed at Bedivers sadell by the heir. And thider com alle the barouns whan he was alight, and asked fro whens he com, for he hadde put hem in grete afray. And he seide he com fro thens ther he hadde foughten withe the geaunte that distroied so the londe and the contrey theraboute, and how he hadde hym slayn thourgh the grace of oure Lorde. And than he shewed hem the heed that Bediver hadde trussed. And whan the barons it saugh, thei blessed hem for the wonder therof, and seide that never in all theire lif had thei not seyn so grete an heed. And alle that were in the hoste preised God for the kynges victorie. And han thei dide unarme the kynge with grete joye and gladnesse.