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enjoined them to obey her, from the moment of her landing, as their legitimate sovereign.

 

The lady, emboldened by these tokens of deference on the part of her new lord, now fell on her knees and entreated his permission to pass a few moments in private with her former husband, and the request was instantly granted by the complaisant Saracen. Sir Isumbras still smarting from his bruises, was conducted with great respect and ceremony to his wife, who, embracing him with tears, earnestly conjured him to seek her out as soon as possible in her new dominions, to slay his infidel rival, and to take possession of a throne which was probably reserved to him by Heaven as an indemnification for his past losses. She then supplied him with provisions for a fortnight; kissed him and her infant son; swooned three times, and then set sail for Africa.

 

Sir Isumbras, who had been set on shore quite confounded by this quick succession of strange adventures, followed the vessel with his eyes till it vanished from his sight, and then taking his son by the hand led him up to some rocky woodlands in the neighbourhood. Here they sat down under a tree, and after a short repast, which was moistened with their tears, resumed their journey. But they were again bewildered in forest, and, after gaining the summit of the mountain without being able to descry a single habitation, lay down on the bare ground and resigned themselves to sleep. The next morning Sir Isumbras found that his misfortunes were not yet terminated. He had carried his stock of provisions, together with his gold, the fatal present of the soudan, enveloped in a scarlet mantle; and scarcely had the sun darted its first rays on the earth when an eagle, attracted by the red cloth; swooped down upon the treasure and bore it off in his talons. Sir Isumbras, waking at the moment, perceived the theft, and for some time hastily pursued the flight of the bird, who, he expected, would speedily drop the heavy and useless burthen but he was disappointed; for the eagle, constantly towering as he approached the sea, at length directed his flight towards the opposite shore of Africa. Sir Isumbras slowly returned to his child, whom he had no longer the means of feeding, but the wretched father only arrived m time to behold the boy snatched from him by a unicorn. The knight was now quite disheartened. But his last calamity was so evidently miraculous that even the grief of the father was nearly absorbed by the contrition of the sinner. He fell on his knees and uttered a most fervent prayer to Jesus and the Virgin, and then proceeded on his journey.

 

His attention was soon attracted by the sound of a smithโ€™s bellows: he quickly repaired to the forge and requested the charitable donation of a little food, but was told by the labourers that he seemed as well able to work as they did, and they had nothing to throw away in charity.

 

Then answered the knight again, โ€œFor meat would I swink[FN#582] fain.โ€

Fast he bare and drow,[FN#583]

They given him meat and drink anon.

And taughten him to bear stone: Then had he shame now.

 

This servitude lasted a twelvemonth, and seven years expired before he had fully attained all the mysteries of his new profession. He employed his few leisure hours in fabricating a complete suit of armour: every year had brought him an account of the progress of the Saracens; and he could not help entertaining a hope that his arm, though so ignobly employed, was destined at some future day to revenge the wrongs of the Christians, as well as the injury which he had personally received from the unbelievers.

 

At length he heard that the Christian army had again taken the field, that the day was fixed for a great and final effort; and that a plain at an inconsiderable distance from his shop was appointed for the scene of action. Sir Isumbras rose before day, buckled on his armour, and mounting a horse which had hitherto been employed in carrying coals, proceeded to the field and took a careful view of the disposition of both armies. When the trumpets gave the signal to charge, he dismounted, fell on his knees, and after a short but fervent prayer to Heaven, again sprang into his saddle and rode into the thickest ranks of the enemy. His uncouth war-horse and awkward armour had scarcely less effect than his wonderful address and courage in attracting the attention of both parties; and when after three desperate charges, his sorry steed was slain under him, one of the Christian chiefs make a powerful effort for his rescue, bore him to a neighbouring eminence, and presented to him a more suitable coat of armour, and a horse more worthy of the heroic rider.

 

When he was armed on that stead It is seen where his horse yede,[FN#584]

And shall be evermore.

As sparkle glides off the glede,[FN#585]

In that stour he made many bleed, And wrought hem wonder sore.

He rode up into the mountain, The soudan soon hath he slain, And many that with him were.

All that day lasted the fight; Sir Isumbras, that noble knight, Wan the battle there.

Knights and squires have him sought, And before the king him brought; Full sore wounded was he.

They asked what was his name; He said, โ€œSire, a smithโ€™s man; What will ye do with me?โ€

The Christian king said, than, โ€œI trow never smithโ€™s man In war was half so wight.โ€

โ€œI bid[FN#586] you, give me meat and drink And what that I will after think, Till I have kevered[FN#587] my might.โ€

The king a great oath sware, As soon as he whole were, That he would dub him knight.

In a nunnery they him leaved, To heal the wound in his heved,[FN#588]

That he took in that fight.

The nuns of him were full fain, For he had the soudan slain, And many heathen hounds; For his sorrow they gan sore rue; Every day they salved him new, And stopped well his wounds.

 

We may fairly presume, without derogating from the merit of the holy sisters or from the virtue of their salves and bandages, that the knightโ€™s recovery was no less accelerated by the pleasure of having chastised the insolent possessor of his wife and the author of his contumelious beating. In a few days his health was restored; and having provided himself with a โ€œscrip and pikeโ€ and the other accoutrements of a palmer, he took his leave of the nuns, directed his steps once more to the โ€œGreekish Sea,โ€ and, embarking on board of a vessel which he found ready to sail, speedily arrived at the port of Acre.

 

During seven years, which were employed in visiting every part of the Holy Land, the penitent Sir Isumbras led a life of continued labour and mortification: fed during the day by the precarious contributions of the charitable, and sleeping at night in the open air, without any addition to the scanty covering which his pilgrimโ€™s weeds, after seven years service, were able to afford.

At length his patience and contrition were rewarded. After a day spent in fruitless applications for a little food, Beside the burgh of Jerusalem He set him down by a well-stream, Sore wepand[FN#589] for his sin.

And as he sat, about midnight, There came an angel fair and bright, And brought him bread and wine; He said, โ€œPalmer, well thou be!

The King of Heaven greeteth well thee; Forgiven is sin thine.โ€

 

Sir Isumbras accepted with pious gratitude the donation of food, by which his strength was instantly restored, and again set out on his travels; but he was still a widower, still deprived of his children, and as poor as ever; nor had his heavenly monitor afforded him any hint for his future guidance. He wandered therefore through the country, without any settled purpose, till he arrived at a โ€œrich burgh,โ€ built round a โ€œfair castle,โ€ the possessor of which, he was told, was a charitable queen, who daily distributed a florin of gold to every poor man who approached her gates, and even condescended to provide food and lodging within her palace for such as were distinguished by superior misery. Sir Isumbras presented himself with the rest; and his emaciated form and squalid garments procured him instant admittance.

 

The rich queen in hall was set; Knights her served, at hand and feet, In rich robes of pall: In the floor a cloth was laid; โ€œThe poor palmer,โ€ the steward said, โ€œShall sit above you all.โ€

Meat and drink forth they brought; He sat still, and ate right nought, But looked about the hall.

So mickle he saw of game and glee (Swiche mirthis he was wont to see) The tears he let down fall.

 

Conduct so unusual attracted the attention of the whole company, and even of the queen, who, ordering โ€œa chair with a cushionโ€ to be placed near the palmer, took her seat in it, entered into conversation with him on the subject of his long and painful pilgrimage and was much edified by the moral lessons which he interspersed in his narrative. But no importunity could induce him to taste food: he was sick at heart, and required the aid of solitary meditation to overcome the painful recollections which continually assailed him The queen was more and more astonished, but at length left him to his reflections, after declaring that, โ€œfor her lordโ€™s soul, or for his love, if he were still alive,โ€

she was determined to retain the holy palmer in her palace, and to assign him a convenient apartment, together with a servant to attend him.

 

An interval of fifteen years, passed in the laborious occupations of blacksmith and pilgrim, may be supposed to have produced a very considerable alteration in the appearance of Sir Isumbras; and even his voice, subdued by disease and penance, may have failed to discover the gallant knight under the disguise which he had so long assumed. But that his wife (for such she was) should have been equally altered by the sole operation of time that the air and gestures and action of a person once so dear and so familiar to him should have awakened no trace of recollection in the mind of a husband, though in the midst of scenes which painfully recalled the memory of his former splendour, is more extraordinary. Be this as it may, the knight and the queen, though lodged under the same roof and passing much of their time together, continued to bewail the miseries of their protracted widowhood. Sir Isumbras, however, speedily recovered, in the plentiful court of the rich queen, his health and strength, and with these the desire of returning to his former exercises. A tournament was proclaimed; and the lists, which were formed immediately under the widows of the castle, were quickly occupied by a number of Saracen knights, all of whom Sir Isumbras successively overthrew. So dreadful was the stroke of his spear, that many were killed at the first encounter; some escaped with a few broken bones; others were thrown headlong into the castle ditch, but the greater number consulted their safety by a timely flight; while the queen contemplated with pleasure and astonishment the unparalleled exploits of her favourite palmer.

 

Then fell it, upon a day, The Knight went him for to play, As it was ere his kind; A fowlโ€™s nest he found on high; A red cloth therein he seygh[FN#590]

Wavand[FN#591] in the wind.

To the nest he gan win;[FN#592]

His own mantle he found therein; The gold there gan he find.

 

The painful recollection awakened by this discovery weighed heavily on the soul of Sir Isumbras. He

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