How Palamides Fared At The Red City


Leaving Tristram and his companions to their merry talk in Joyous Gard,

we must now return to Palamides. The ship into which he had entered

sailed far along the Humber, until in time it reached the open sea. It

continued its course through the sea-waves till it came to a part of the

coast where stood a stately castle.



All day and night they had sailed, and it was now early in the morning,

before day-dawn.
Palamides was sound asleep in the vessel's cabin when

the mariners came to call him.



"Sir knight," they said, "you must arise. We have reached a castle,

which you must enter."



"I am at your command," he replied.



Rising, he armed himself quickly, and then blew a loud call upon a horn

which the mariners gave him.



At the ringing music of that bugle-blast the sleeping castle seemed to

stir into life. Soon many eyes could be seen looking from the windows,

and ere long the walls were crowded with knights, who called to

Palamides as with one voice, "Welcome, fair sir, to this castle."



The day had now fully dawned, and Palamides entered the castle, where a

crowd of knights came to greet him, and led him to a stately

dining-hall, where an abundant breakfast awaited him. But as he ate he

heard much lamentation, and saw many whose eyes were wet with tears.



"What means this?" he asked. "I love not such sorrow, and would fain

know what gives rise to it."



"We mourn here daily," answered a knight named Sir Ebel, "and for this

cause. We had a king named Hermance, who was lord of the Red City, and

in every way a noble and generous monarch. And he loved nothing in the

world so much as the knights-errant of King Arthur's court, together

with the sports of jousting, hunting, and all knightly diversions. A

king so kind of heart as he was never before known in this country, and

we shall ever be filled with sorrow for his loss. Yet he acted unwisely,

and is himself at fault for his death."



"Tell me how he was slain and by whom," asked Palamides.



"In this wise it came to pass," answered Ebel. "He brought up, in pure

charity, two children, who are now strong knights. And to them he gave

all his trust and confidence, in default of those of his own blood.

These two men governed him completely, and, through him, his lands and

people, for they took the best of care that none of his kindred should

come into power. He was so free and trustful, and they so politic and

deceitful, that they ruled him as though they were the kings and he the

subject. When the lords of our king's blood saw that he had fallen into

this dotage they left the court in disgust, and sought their livelihood

elsewhere. This it proved not wise to do, for when these villains found

that all the king's kindred had left the realm they schemed to have more

power still; for, as the old saw says, 'Give a churl rule in part, and

he will not be content till he has it all.' It is the instinct of the

base-born to destroy gentlemen-born, if the power be put in their hands,

and all rulers should take warning by the fate of King Hermance. In the

end our king, by the advice of these traitors, rode into the forest here

by, to chase the red deer. When he had become warm from the hunt he

alighted to drink at a woodland spring, and, while he was bent over the

water, one of these villains thrust him through the body with a spear.

They then fled from the spot, thinking he was dead. Shortly after they

had gone, fortune brought me to the spot, where I found my lord still

alive, but mortally hurt, and learned from him his story. Knowing that

we had no knights able to revenge him on his murderers, I had him

brought to the water, and put into the ship alive, and the letter which

he bore in his hand I wrote from his own words. Then he died, and, as he

had ordered, the ship set sail up the Humber, bound for the realm of

Logris, where it was hoped that some valiant Knight of the Round Table

would take this adventure on himself."



"Truly your doleful tale grieves me sorely," said Palamides. "I saw the

letter you speak of. It was read to me by one of the best knights upon

the earth, and it is by his command I am here. I came to revenge your

king, and I shall never be at ease till I meet with and punish his

murderers."



"You have my hearty thanks and best wishes," said Ebel. "Since you

accept this adventure, you must enter the ship again, and sail forward

till you reach the Delectable Isle, which is near by the Red City. We

shall await here your return. If you speed well this castle is yours.

King Hermance built it for the two traitors, but we hold it against

them, and they threaten us sorely unless we yield it."



"Look that you keep it, whatsoever may come to me," said Palamides. "For

if fortune decides that I am to be slain in this quest, I trust that one

of the best knights in the world will come to revenge me; either

Tristram de Lyonesse or Lancelot du Lake."



Then Palamides entered the ship and sailed away towards the Red City.

But as he came near it, and landed on the coast, another ship touched

shore near by, from which came a goodly knight, with his shield on his

shoulder and his hand on his sword.



"Sir knight, what seek you here?" he asked Palamides. "If you have come

to revenge King Hermance you must yield this quest to me, for it was

mine before it was yours, and I shall yield it to no man."



"You speak like a true knight," said Palamides. "But when the letter was

taken from the dead king's hand there was nothing known of any champion

for him, and so I promised to revenge him. And this I must and shall do,

lest I win shame instead of honor."



"You have right on your side," said the knight. "What I propose is this.

I will fight with you; and he who proves the better knight shall have

the quest."



"That fits with my fancy," said Palamides; "for from what I hear no

second-rate champion can watch this pair of villains."



With this they advanced their shields and drew their swords, and began a

stern and well-contested combat. For more than an hour the fight between

them continued, but at the end of this time Palamides seemed stronger

and better-winded than at the beginning, and he finally dealt his

opponent a blow that brought him to his knees. Then the discomfited

combatant cried out,--



"Knight, hold your hand."



Palamides let fall his sword at this request.



"You are the better of us two, and more worthy of this battle," said the

knight. "But fain would I know your name."



"My name is Palamides. I am a Knight of the Round Table, and one well

known in Arthur's realm."



"In good faith it is, and much beyond that realm," answered the knight.

"I know only three living men besides yourself who are fitted for this

task, and they are Lancelot, Tristram, and my cousin Lamorak. As for me,

my name is Hermind, and I am brother to the murdered King Hermance."



"I shall do my best to revenge your brother," said Palamides. "If I am

slain, I commend you to Lancelot or Tristram. As for Lamorak, he will

never strike blow again."



"Alas, what mean you?"



"That he has been murdered--waylaid and slain treacherously by Gawaine

and his brothers, except Sir Gareth, the best of them all." And he told

the story of the death of Lamorak, much to the grief and indignation of

his hearer.



Then Palamides took ship again, and sailed on till he came to the

Delectable Isle. Meanwhile Hermind made all haste to the Red City, where

he told of the arrival of the famous knight Palamides and of his combat

with him. The people were filled with joy at these tidings, and quickly

sent a messenger to the two brethren, bidding them to make ready, as a

knight had come who would fight them both. The messenger found them at a

castle near by, and delivered his message.



"Who is this champion?" they asked. "Is it Lancelot or any of his

blood?"



"No."



"If it were, we would not fight. But we care for no one else."



"It is a good knight though, Sir Palamides, a Saracen by birth, and

still unchristened."



"He had best have been christened before he came here, for it will be

too late when we have done with him. Let him know that we will be at the

Red City in two days, and will give him all the fighting he is likely to

want for the rest of his life."



When Palamides came to the city he was received with the greatest joy,

and the more so when the people saw what a handsome and well-built man

he was, neither too young nor too old, with clean and powerful limbs,

and no defect of body.



At the time appointed there came to the city the two brethren, Helius

and Helake by name, both of them strong and valiant men, of great

prowess in war, false as they were at heart. And with them they brought

forty knights, to guard them against any treachery from the Red City,

for they knew well that it was filled with their enemies.



The lists had already been prepared, and at the appointed hour Palamides

entered full armed, and confronted his antagonists boldly.



"Are you the two brethren Helius and Helake, who slew your king by

treason?" he asked.



"We are the men who slew King Hermance," they replied. "And bear in

mind, Sir Saracen, we are able to stand by our deeds, and will handle

you so before you depart that you will wish you had been christened

before you came so far."



"I trust to God I shall die a better Christian than either of you,"

Palamides replied. "And you had best kill me if you get the chance, for

I vow not to spare you."



As he spoke the trumpet sounded, and, reining back their horses, they

rode against each other with terrific speed. Palamides directed his

spear against Helake, and struck him so mighty a blow that the spear

pierced through his shield and hauberk, and for a fathom's length

through his breast, hurling him dead to the earth. As for Helius, he

held up his spear in pride and presumption, and rode by Palamides

without touching him.



But when he saw his brother stretched in death on the earth his

assurance changed to doubt, and rage drove the pride from his heart.

"Help thyself, villain!" he cried, and rushed upon Palamides before he

could prepare to encounter him, striking him a blow with his spear that

bore him from his saddle to the earth. Then he forced his horse over

him backward and forward before the dismounted champion could regain his

feet.



As he came again, the fallen knight reached up and caught the horse by

the bridle, dragging himself by its aid to his feet. Then, as the animal

reared, he pressed so strongly upon it that it toppled backward to the

ground, the rider barely saving himself from being crushed beneath his

fallen horse. But he was on his feet in an instant, and, sword in hand,

struck Palamides a blow on the helm that brought him down to one knee.



Before he could repeat the blow the gallant Saracen was on his feet and

had drawn his trenchant blade, with which he attacked his antagonist in

turn. A fierce and deadly combat succeeded, the two knights hurtling

together like two wild boars, now both hurled grovelling to the earth,

now on foot again and hewing at each other with the strength of giants.



Thus for two hours they fought, without time for rest or a moment's

space to recover breath. At the end of that time Palamides grew faint

and weary from the violence of his efforts, but Helius seemed as strong

as ever, and redoubling his strokes he drove back the Saracen knight

step by step, over all the field. At this the people of the city were

filled with fear, while the party of Helius shouted with triumph.



"Alas!" cried the citizens, "that this noble knight should be slain for

our king's sake."



While they thus bewailed his threatened fate and the seeming victory of

their tyrant, Helius showered so many vigorous blows on his weakened

foe that it was a wonder he kept his feet. But when he saw how the

common people wept for him his heart was filled with a sense of shame,

while a glow of fury burned like fire in his veins.



"Fie on you for a dastard, Palamides!" he said to himself. "Why hang you

your head so like a whipped hound?"



Then, with a new spirit burning hotly within him, and fresh strength

animating his limbs, he lifted his drooping shield and turned on Helius

with lion-like fury, smiting him a vigorous blow on the helm, which he

followed quickly by others. This violent onset was too much for the

strained strength of the false knight, and he retreated in dismay, while

the sword of Palamides fell with ever more and more might. At length

came so mighty a blow that he was hurled like a log to the earth. The

victorious Saracen gave him no time to recover, but sprang upon him like

a fury, tore the helm from his head, and with a final stroke smote the

head from his body.



Then he rose and stood leaning upon his sword, hardly able to bear

himself on his feet, while from all the people of the city went up loud

shouts of joy and congratulation.



"Palamides, the conqueror! Palamides, our deliverer! Palamides, our

king!" they shouted, while one adorned his brows with a wreath of

laurel, and others tore off his armor and applied ointments to his

bleeding limbs.



"Fair friends, your crown is not for me," he said. "I have delivered you

from your tyrants, but you must choose some other king, as I am under

promise to return with all speed to my lord King Arthur at the castle of

Lonazep."



This decision filled them with grief, but they brought him to the city

and treated him with all the honor which they could bestow upon him. And

as he persisted in his refusal of the crown, they proffered him a third

part of their goods if he would remain with them. All this he declined,

and in a short time departed, bearing with him a thousand good wishes

and prayers for success and fortune.



He was received with like joy and congratulation at the castle, Sir Ebel

warmly pressing him to change his decision and remain as their king. To

this Palamides would by no means consent, and after a day's stay he took

ship again, and sailed up the Humber to the castle of Lonazep.



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