A Dream

[wolfinthewood]

Perlesvaus is one of the wildest, and the most compelling, of the Arthurian grail romances. At some point when I was in my teens, my father, knowing my tastes, gave me a battered ex-library Everyman copy of the 1898 translation by Sebastian Evans, which he had found on a bookstall off the Charing Cross Road. Parts of it have stayed stuck in my mind ever since. (I’ve still got the book too.) This episode happens near the beginning.

To summarize how it begins: the Queen challenges Arthur to go on an adventure to ‘the chapel of S. Augustine that is in the White Forest’, which has a ‘perilous’ reputation. The King resolves to set out the next morning, and chooses a squire to take with him:

And the evening drew on, and the King and Queen go to bed. ... The squire remained in the hall, but he would not do off his clothes nor his shoon, for the night seemed him to be too short, and for that he would fain be ready in the morning at the King's commandment. The squire was lying down in such sort as I have told you, and in the first sleep that he slept, seemed him the King had gone without him. The squire was sore scared thereat, and came to his hackney and set the saddle and bridle upon him, and did on his spurs and girt on his sword, as it seemed him in his sleep, and issued forth of the castle a great pace after the King. And when he had ridden a long space he entered into a great forest and looked in the way before him and saw the slot of the King's horse and followed the track a long space, until that he came to a launde of the forest whereat he thought that the King had alighted. The squire thought that the hoof-marks on the way had come to an end and so thought that the King had alighted there or hard by there. He looketh to the right hand and seeth a chapel in the midst of the launde, and he seeth about it a great graveyard wherein were many coffins, as it seemed him. He thought in his heart that he would go towards the chapel, for he supposed that the King would have entered to pray there. He went thitherward and alighted. When the squire was alighted, he tied up his hackney and entered into the chapel. None did he see there in one part nor another, save a knight that lay dead in the midst of the chapel upon a bier, and he was covered of a rich cloth of silk, and had around him waxen tapers burning that were fixed in four candlesticks of gold. This squire marvelled much how this body was left there so lonely, insomuch that none were about him save only the images, and yet more marvelled he of the King that he found him not, for he knew not in what part to seek him. He taketh out one of the tall tapers, and layeth hand on the golden candlestick, and setteth it betwixt his hose and his thigh and issueth forth of the chapel, and remounteth on his hackney and goeth his way back and passeth beyond the grave-yard and issueth forth of the launde and entereth into the forest and thinketh that he will not cease until he hath found the King.

So, as he entereth into a grassy lane in the wood, he seeth come before him a man black and foul-favoured, and he was somewhat taller afoot than was himself a-horseback. And he held a great sharp knife in his hand with two edges as it seemed him. The squire cometh over against him a great pace and saith unto him, “You, that come there, have you met King Arthur in this forest?”

“In no wise,” saith the messenger, “But you have I met, whereof am I right glad at heart, for you have departed from the chapel as a thief and a traitor. For you are carrying off thence the candlestick of gold that was in honour of the knight that lieth in the chapel dead. Wherefore I will that you yield it up to me and so will I carry it back, otherwise, and you do not this, you do I defy!”

“By my faith,” saith the squire, “Never will I yield it you! rather will I carry it off and make a present thereof to King Arthur.”

“By my faith,” saith the other, “Right dearly shall you pay for it, and you yield it not up forthwith.” Howbeit, the squire smiteth with his spurs and thinketh to pass him by, but the other hasteth him, and smiteth the squire in the left side with the knife and thrusteth it into his body up to the haft.

The squire, that lay in the hall at Cardoil, and had dreamed this, awoke and cried in a loud voice: “Holy Mary! The priest! Help! Help, for I am a dead man!”

The King and the Queen heard the cry, and the chamberlain leapt up and said to the King: “Sir, you may well be moving, for it is day!”

The King made him be clad and shod. And the squire crieth with such strength as he hath: “Fetch me the priest, for I die!”

The King goeth thither as fast as he may, and the Queen and the chamberlain carry great torches and candles. The King asketh him what aileth him, and he telleth him all in such wise as he had dreamed it. “Ha, ” saith the King, “Is it then a dream?”

“Yea, sir,” saith he, “But a right foul dream it is for me, for right foully hath it come true!” He lifted his left arm. “Sir,” saith he, “Look you there! Lo, here is the knife that was run into my side up to the haft!” After that, he setteth his hand to his hose where the candlestick was. He draweth it forth and showeth it to the King. “Sir,” saith he, “For this candlestick that I present to you, am I wounded to the death!”

The King taketh the candlestick, and looketh thereat in wonderment for none so rich had he never seen tofore. The King showeth it to the Queen. “Sir,” saith the squire, “Draw not forth the knife of my body until that I be shriven.” The King sent for one of his own chaplains that made the squire confess and do his houselling right well. The King himself draweth forth the knife of the body, and the soul departed forthwith.

from Perlesvaus (early thirteenth century)

translated by Sebastian Evans (1830–1909)


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