The Second Day Of The Tournament

When the next morning dawned, Tristram, Palamides, and Gareth, with La

Belle Isolde and her ladies, all arrayed as before in green, took horse

at an early hour, and rode into the fresh forest. But Dinadan was left

still asleep in bed. As they passed the castle at a little distance, it

chanced that King Arthur and Lancelot saw them from an upper window.



"Yonder rideth the fairest lady of the world," said Lancelot, "alw ys

excepting your queen, Guenever."



"Who is it?" asked Arthur.



"It is La Belle Isolde, Cornwall's queen and Tristram's lady-love."



"By my troth, I should like to see her closer," said the king. "Let us

arm and mount, and ride after them."



This they did, and in a short time were on the track of the gay

cavalcade they had seen.



"Let us not be too hasty," warned Lancelot. "There are some knights who

resent being intruded on abruptly; particularly if in the company of

ladies."



"As for that, we must take our chances," said Arthur. "If they feel

aggrieved I cannot help it, for I am bent on seeing Queen Isolde."



Seeing Tristram and his companions just in advance, Arthur rode briskly

up and saluted Isolde courteously, saying, "God save you, fair lady."



"Thanks for your courtesy, sir knight," she replied.



Then Arthur looked upon her charming countenance, freshened by the

morning air, and thought in his mind that Lancelot had spoken but the

truth, and that no more beautiful lady lived. But at this moment

Palamides rode up.



"Sir knight, what seek you here?" he asked. "It is uncourteous to come

on a lady so suddenly. Your intrusion is not to our liking, and I bid

you to withdraw."



Arthur paid no heed to these words, but continued to gaze upon Isolde,

as one stricken with admiration. Seeing this, Palamides flamed into

anger, and spurred fiercely upon the king, with spear in rest, smiting

him from his horse.



"Here is an awkward business," said Lancelot to himself. "If I ride down

Palamides I shall have Tristram on me; and the pair of them would be too

much for me. This comes from too head-strong a will. But whether I live

or die I must stand by my lord and king." Then riding forward, he called

to Palamides, "Keep thee from me!"



Fierce was the onset with which they met, but it ended in Lancelot's

favor, for Palamides was flung from his saddle and had a hard fall.



When Tristram saw this he called to Lancelot, "Be on your guard, sir

knight. You have unhorsed my comrade, and must joust with me."



"I have no dread of that," said Lancelot; "and yet I did but avenge my

lord, who was unhorsed unwarily and unknightly. You have no cause for

displeasure; for no honorable knight could stand by and see his friend

ill-treated."



Tristram now felt sure that it was Lancelot who spoke, and that it was

King Arthur whom Palamides had unhorsed. He therefore laid aside his

spear and helped Palamides again to his saddle, while Lancelot did the

same for the king.



"That deed of thine was not knightly nor courteous," said Tristram,

sternly to Palamides, after the others had departed. "I cannot see any

harm in a knight accosting a lady gently and courteously; nor am I

pleased to have you play such masteries before my lady. If I deem her

insulted, I am quite able myself to protect her. And if I am not

mistaken, it was King Arthur you assailed so rudely, and the other was

Lancelot du Lake. You may yet have to pay for your violence."



"I cannot think," said Palamides, "that the great Arthur would ride thus

secretly arrayed as a poor knight-errant."



"Then you know him not," said Tristram. "No knight living is fonder of

adventure. King Arthur is always ready to take his part as an errant

knight, nor does he bear malice against those who may overthrow him when

in disguise. I tell you, Palamides, that our king is the true model of

knightly honor, and that the best of us might learn from him."



"If it were he I am sorry," said Palamides. "I may have been over-hasty.

But a thing that is done cannot be undone, and I must abide the

consequences."



Then Tristram sent Isolde to her lodging in the priory, from which she

might behold the tournament, and made ready to enter the lists.



Fierce was the shock of the first encounter of the knights, and the

three champions in green began the day with many deeds of might.



"How feel you?" asked Tristram of Palamides. "Are you able to repeat

yesterday's work?"



"Hardly," was the reply. "I am weary and sore yet from my hard labors."



"I am sorry for that, as I shall miss your aid."



"Trust not to me," answered Palamides. "I have not much work left in

me."



"Then I must depend on you," said Tristram to Gareth. "We two should be

able to make our mark. Keep near me and rescue me if I get in trouble,

and I will do the same for you."



"I shall not fail you," was the reply.



Leaving them, Palamides rode off by himself, and, pushing into the

thickest press of the men of Orkney, did such deeds of arms that

Tristram looked on in amazement.



"Is that his soreness and weariness?" he asked. "I fancy he is weary of

my company, and wishes to win all the honor to his own hand."



"That is what Dinadan meant yesterday when he called you coward," said

Gareth. "He but wished to stir you to anger so that Palamides should not

rob you of credit."



"By my faith, if Palamides bears me ill will and envy I shall show him

what a knight of Cornwall can do. He has gained the acclamations of the

crowd already. He has left our company and we owe him no courtesy. You

shall see me rob him of his honors."



Then Tristram rode into the thickest of the press, and laid about him

with such might that all eyes were turned upon him, and men began to

say, "There is a greater than Palamides come into the field."



"Is it not as I told you?" said Lancelot to Arthur. "I said you would

this day see the Saracen distanced."



"It is true enough," answered Arthur. "Palamides has not such strength

of arm."



"It is Tristram himself you look upon."



"That I can well believe," said Arthur. "Such knights as he do not grow

like mushrooms in every field."



The noise from the other part of the lists now drew the attention of

Palamides, and when he saw what puissant deeds his late comrade was

doing he wept for spite, for he saw that the honor of that day was not

for him.



Seeing to what straits their party was put, Arthur and Lancelot and many

other knights now armed and rode into the field, and by their aid so

changed the tide of victory that the other side was driven quite back,

until Tristram and Gareth stood alone, bravely abiding all who came upon

them. But Lancelot and his kinsmen kept purposely away from them.



"See," said Lancelot to Arthur, "how Palamides hovers yonder like one in

a dream, sick, I fancy, from envy of Tristram."



"Then he is but a fool," said the king. "He is not and never was the

match of Tristram. I am glad to see the fellow repaid for the way he

served me this morning."



As they stood thus conversing, Tristram withdrew quietly from the lists,

his going noted only by Isolde and Palamides, who kept their eyes upon

him. He rode back to his pavilions, where he found Dinadan still asleep,

his slumbers not broken by all the uproar of the tournament.



"As I am a living man, here is a lusty sleeper," cried Tristram. "Wake,

Dinadan. The day is half spent and the field half won, and here you are

still a-bed."



At this Dinadan sprang hastily up and rubbed his eyes.



"I dreamt of wars and jousts," he said. "And, i' faith, I like that way

the best, for one gets all the good of the fight and is safe from sore

limbs and aching bones. But what's to do?"



"Get on your harness and ride with me to the field. You will find

something there to waken you up."



Dinadan, as he armed, noted Tristram's battered shield, and remarked,--



"I slept both well and wisely, it seems. If I had been there I must have

followed you, from shame if not from courage. And by the looks of your

shield I would have been worse battered than I was yesterday. Why did

you not let me sleep out the balance of it, friend Tristram?"



"A truce with your jests. Come, we must to the field again."



"How now, is there a new deal in the game? Yesterday you did but dream;

to-day you seem awake."



Meanwhile Tristram had changed his armor, and now was attired all in

black.



"You have more fight in you than you had yesterday, that is sure," said

Dinadan. "Did I stir up your sleeping spirit?"



"It may be so," said Tristram, smiling. "Keep well up to me, and I shall

make you a highway through the press. If you see me overmatched, do what

you can to aid me."



When ready they took their horses and rode back to the lists, where

Isolde and Palamides noted their entrance. When the Saracen saw that

Tristram was disguised, a new fancy came into his scheming brain.

Leaving the lists, he rode to where a knight sat sorely wounded under a

tree outside. Him he prayed for an exchange of armor, saying that his

own was too well known in the field, and that he wished for a disguise.



"That is very true," said the knight, as he recognized the green armor.

"You have made your array somewhat too well known. You are welcome to my

arms, if they will be of use to you. They will gain more credit in your

hands than they have won in mine."



Palamides thereupon exchanged armor with him, and, taking his shield,

which shone like silver, rode into the field. He now joined the party of

King Arthur, and rode spitefully against Tristram, who had just struck

down three knights. They met with such force that both spears splintered

to their hands, though neither lost his seat. Then they dashed eagerly

together with drawn swords and fought with the courage and fury of two

lions. But Tristram wondered much what knight this was that faced him

so valiantly, and grew angry as he felt that he was wasting in this

single combat the strength he wished to treasure up for the day's work.



La Belle Isolde, who had watched Palamides from her window, had seen him

change his armor with the wounded knight. And when his treacherous

purpose came to her mind she wept so heartily and was so deeply

disturbed that she swooned away.



At this juncture in the fray Lancelot rode again into the field, and

when the knights of Arthur's party saw him the cry went up. "Return,

return, here comes Sir Lancelot du Lake!"



And some said to him, "Sir Lancelot, yonder knight in the black harness

is your man. He is the best of our opponents, and has nearly overcome

the good knight with the silver shield."



At this Lancelot rode between the combatants, and cried to Palamides,--



"Let me have this battle; you need repose."



Palamides knew Lancelot, and readily gave way, hoping through his mighty

aid to gain revenge upon his rival. Then Lancelot fell upon Tristram,

and, unknowing who he was, dealt him blows that would have stunned a

less hardy fighter. Tristram returned them but feebly, for he knew well

with whom he fought. And Isolde, who saw it all, was half out of her

mind with grief.



Dinadan now told Gareth who the knight in black armor was, and said,

"Lancelot will get the better of him, for one is weary and the other

fresh, and Tristram is not fighting with his old vim. Let us to his

aid."



"I am with you," said Gareth. "Yonder fellow with the silver shield is

waiting to fall on Tristram, if he can to advantage. It is our business

to give our friend what help we can."



Then they rode in, and Gareth struck Lancelot a sword-blow that made his

head swim, while Dinadan followed with a spear-thrust that bore horse

and man together to the earth.



"Why do you this?" cried Tristram, angrily. "It is not a knightly act,

and does not that good knight any dishonor. I was quite his match

without you."



Then Palamides came to Lancelot's aid, and a close medley of fighting

began, in which Dinadan was unhorsed and Tristram pulled Palamides from

his saddle, and fell with him. Dinadan now sprang up and caught

Tristram's horse by the bridle, calling out, with purpose to end the

fight,--



"My lord Sir Tristram, take your horse."



"What is this?" cried Lancelot. "What have I done? Sir Tristram, why

came you here disguised? Surely I would not have drawn sword on you, had

I known you."



"Sir," said Tristram, "this is not the first honor you have done me."



Then they mounted their horses again, while the people on one side gave

Lancelot the honor of the fray, and those on the other side gave it to

Tristram.



"The honor is not mine," said Lancelot. "He has been longer in the

field, and has smitten down many more knights; so I give my voice for

Sir Tristram, and pray to all my lords and fellows to do the same."



This was the verdict of the judges, and the prize of that day's tourney

was by all voted to the noble Sir Tristram.



Then the trumpets blew to lodging, and the knights left the field, while

Queen Isolde was conducted to her pavilion. But her heart burned hot

with wrath against Palamides, all whose treachery she had seen. As

Tristram rode forward with Gareth and Dinadan, Palamides joined them,

still disguised.



"Sir knight," said Tristram, "you are not of our party, and your company

is not welcome. So begone."



"Not I," he answered. "One of the best knights in the world bade me keep

fellowship with you, and till he relieve me from that service I must

obey him."



"Ha, Palamides, I know you now!" said Tristram. "But, by my faith, I did

not know you before, for I deemed you a worthy knight and not a traitor.

I could have handled you well enough, but you brought Lancelot to your

aid against me."



"Are you my lord, Sir Tristram?" said Palamides, in a tone of surprise.



"That you know, well enough."



"How should I know it any more than you knew me? I deemed you the king

of Ireland, for you bear his arms."



"I won them in battle, from his champion Sir Marhaus," said Tristram.



"Sir," answered Palamides, "I fancied you had joined Lancelot's party,

and that caused me to turn to the same side."



"If that be so, I forgive you," said Tristram.



But when they reached the pavilion and had disarmed and washed, and were

come to table, Isolde grew red with wrath on seeing Palamides.



"You traitor and felon!" she cried, "how dare you thrust yourself into

this goodly company? You know not how falsely he has treated you, my

lord Tristram. I saw it all. He watched you when you rode to your tent

and donned the black armor. Then he changed armor with a wounded knight

and rode back and wilfully changed sides, and drew sword upon you. I saw

it all, my lord, and I impeach him of treason."



"Madam," said Palamides, calmly, "you may say what you will. I cannot in

courtesy deny you. Yet by my knighthood I declare I knew not Sir

Tristram."



"I will take your excuse," said Tristram, "though it seems a lame one.

You spared me little in the field, but all that I have pardoned."



At this, Isolde held down her head in despite and said no more.



While they were still at table two knights rode to the pavilions, and

entered in full armor.



"Fair sirs," said Tristram, "is this courtesy, to come upon us thus

armed at our meal?"



"We come with no ill intent," said one, "but as your friends, Sir

Tristram."



"I am come," said the other, "to greet you as a friend and comrade, and

my companion is eager to see and welcome La Belle Isolde."



"Then remove your helms, that I may see what guests I have."



"That we do, willingly."



No sooner were their helmets off than Tristram sprang hastily to his

feet.



"Madam, arise," he cried; "this is none less than my lord King Arthur;

and this my very dear friend Sir Lancelot."



Then the king and queen kissed, and Lancelot and Tristram warmly

embraced, while deep joy filled all hearts there. At the request of

Isolde the visitors removed their armor and joined them at their meal.



"Many is the day that I have longed to see you," said Arthur to Isolde,

"for much praise have I heard of you, and not without warrant. For a

nobler match for beauty and valor than you and Sir Tristram the world

does not hold."



"We thank you heartily," replied Tristram and Isolde. "Such praise from

King Arthur is the highest honor that men's lips could give."



Then they talked of other things, but mainly of the tournament.



"Why were you against us?" asked Arthur. "You are a Knight of the Round

Table, and have fought to-day against your own."



"Here is Dinadan, and your own nephew Gareth. You must blame them for

that," said Tristram, smiling.



"You may lay all the blame on my shoulders, if Tristram wishes it," said

Gareth.



"Not on mine, then," said Dinadan. "Mine are only broad enough to carry

my own sins. It was this unhappy Tristram brought us to the tournament,

and I owe to him a whole body full of aches and pains as it is, without

taking any of his sins in my sack, to boot."



At this the king and Lancelot laughed heartily, and the more so at the

sour grimace with which Dinadan ended.



"What knight was he with the shield of silver that held you so short?"

asked Arthur.



"Here he sits," said Tristram.



"What! was it Palamides?"



"None less than he," said Isolde.



"That was not a courteous action."



"Sir," said Palamides, "Tristram was so disguised that I knew him not."



"That may well be," said Lancelot, "for I knew him no better."



"However it be, we are friends again," said Tristram, "and I hope will

continue so."



And so the evening passed, till the time came for Arthur and Lancelot to

take their leave.



That night Palamides slept not for the pain and envy that burned in his

heart. But when his friends entered his chamber in the morning they

found him fast asleep, with his cheeks stained with tears.



"Say nothing," said Tristram. "The poor fellow has been deeply wounded

by the rebuke that I and Isolde gave him. Lay no heavier load upon his

heart."