第 14 节
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孤悟 更新:2021-02-21 12:12 字数:9321
And though she lay dark in the pool; she knew
That all was bright; that all about were birds
Of sunny plume in gilded trellis…work;
That all the turf was rich in plots that looked
Each like a garnet or a turkis in it;
And lords and ladies of the high court went
In silver tissue talking things of state;
And children of the King in cloth of gold
Glanced at the doors or gamboled down the walks;
And while she thought 'They will not see me;' came
A stately queen whose name was Guinevere;
And all the children in their cloth of gold
Ran to her; crying; 'If we have fish at all
Let them be gold; and charge the gardeners now
To pick the faded creature from the pool;
And cast it on the mixen that it die。'
And therewithal one came and seized on her;
And Enid started waking; with her heart
All overshadowed by the foolish dream;
And lo! it was her mother grasping her
To get her well awake; and in her hand
A suit of bright apparel; which she laid
Flat on the couch; and spoke exultingly:
'See here; my child; how fresh the colours look;
How fast they hold like colours of a shell
That keeps the wear and polish of the wave。
Why not? It never yet was worn; I trow:
Look on it; child; and tell me if ye know it。'
And Enid looked; but all confused at first;
Could scarce divide it from her foolish dream:
Then suddenly she knew it and rejoiced;
And answered; 'Yea; I know it; your good gift;
So sadly lost on that unhappy night;
Your own good gift!' 'Yea; surely;' said the dame;
'And gladly given again this happy morn。
For when the jousts were ended yesterday;
Went Yniol through the town; and everywhere
He found the sack and plunder of our house
All scattered through the houses of the town;
And gave command that all which once was ours
Should now be ours again: and yester…eve;
While ye were talking sweetly with your Prince;
Came one with this and laid it in my hand;
For love or fear; or seeking favour of us;
Because we have our earldom back again。
And yester…eve I would not tell you of it;
But kept it for a sweet surprise at morn。
Yea; truly is it not a sweet surprise?
For I myself unwillingly have worn
My faded suit; as you; my child; have yours;
And howsoever patient; Yniol his。
Ah; dear; he took me from a goodly house;
With store of rich apparel; sumptuous fare;
And page; and maid; and squire; and seneschal;
And pastime both of hawk and hound; and all
That appertains to noble maintenance。
Yea; and he brought me to a goodly house;
But since our fortune swerved from sun to shade;
And all through that young traitor; cruel need
Constrained us; but a better time has come;
So clothe yourself in this; that better fits
Our mended fortunes and a Prince's bride:
For though ye won the prize of fairest fair;
And though I heard him call you fairest fair;
Let never maiden think; however fair;
She is not fairer in new clothes than old。
And should some great court…lady say; the Prince
Hath picked a ragged…robin from the hedge;
And like a madman brought her to the court;
Then were ye shamed; and; worse; might shame the Prince
To whom we are beholden; but I know;
That when my dear child is set forth at her best;
That neither court nor country; though they sought
Through all the provinces like those of old
That lighted on Queen Esther; has her match。'
Here ceased the kindly mother out of breath;
And Enid listened brightening as she lay;
Then; as the white and glittering star of morn
Parts from a bank of snow; and by and by
Slips into golden cloud; the maiden rose;
And left her maiden couch; and robed herself;
Helped by the mother's careful hand and eye;
Without a mirror; in the gorgeous gown;
Who; after; turned her daughter round; and said;
She never yet had seen her half so fair;
And called her like that maiden in the tale;
Whom Gwydion made by glamour out of flowers
And sweeter than the bride of Cassivelaun;
Flur; for whose love the Roman Caesar first
Invaded Britain; 'But we beat him back;
As this great Prince invaded us; and we;
Not beat him back; but welcomed him with joy
And I can scarcely ride with you to court;
For old am I; and rough the ways and wild;
But Yniol goes; and I full oft shall dream
I see my princess as I see her now;
Clothed with my gift; and gay among the gay。'
But while the women thus rejoiced; Geraint
Woke where he slept in the high hall; and called
For Enid; and when Yniol made report
Of that good mother making Enid gay
In such apparel as might well beseem
His princess; or indeed the stately Queen;
He answered: 'Earl; entreat her by my love;
Albeit I give no reason but my wish;
That she ride with me in her faded silk。'
Yniol with that hard message went; it fell
Like flaws in summer laying lusty corn:
For Enid; all abashed she knew not why;
Dared not to glance at her good mother's face;
But silently; in all obedience;
Her mother silent too; nor helping her;
Laid from her limbs the costly…broidered gift;
And robed them in her ancient suit again;
And so descended。 Never man rejoiced
More than Geraint to greet her thus attired;
And glancing all at once as keenly at her
As careful robins eye the delver's toil;
Made her cheek burn and either eyelid fall;
But rested with her sweet face satisfied;
Then seeing cloud upon the mother's brow;
Her by both hands she caught; and sweetly said;
'O my new mother; be not wroth or grieved
At thy new son; for my petition to her。
When late I left Caerleon; our great Queen;
In words whose echo lasts; they were so sweet;
Made promise; that whatever bride I brought;
Herself would clothe her like the sun in Heaven。
Thereafter; when I reached this ruined hall;
Beholding one so bright in dark estate;
I vowed that could I gain her; our fair Queen;
No hand but hers; should make your Enid burst
Sunlike from cloudand likewise thought perhaps;
That service done so graciously would bind
The two together; fain I would the two
Should love each other: how can Enid find
A nobler friend? Another thought was mine;
I came among you here so suddenly;
That though her gentle presence at the lists
Might well have served for proof that I was loved;
I doubted whether daughter's tenderness;
Or easy nature; might not let itself
Be moulded by your wishes for her weal;
Or whether some false sense in her own self
Of my contrasting brightness; overbore
Her fancy dwelling in this dusky hall;
And such a sense might make her long for court
And all its perilous glories: and I thought;
That could I someway prove such force in her
Linked with such love for me; that at a word
(No reason given her) she could cast aside
A splendour dear to women; new to her;
And therefore dearer; or if not so new;
Yet therefore tenfold dearer by the power
Of intermitted usage; then I felt
That I could rest; a rock in ebbs and flows;
Fixt on her faith。 Now; therefore; I do rest;
A prophet certain of my prophecy;
That never shadow of mistrust can cross
Between us。 Grant me pardon for my thoughts:
And for my strange petition I will make
Amends hereafter by some gaudy…day;
When your fair child shall wear your costly gift
Beside your own warm hearth; with; on her knees;
Who knows? another gift of the high God;
Which; maybe; shall have learned to lisp you thanks。'
He spoke: the mother smiled; but half in tears;
Then brought a mantle down and wrapt her in it;
And claspt and kissed her; and they rode away。
Now thrice that morning Guinevere had climbed
The giant tower; from whose high crest; they say;
Men saw the goodly hills of Somerset;
And white sails flying on the yellow sea;
But not to goodly hill or yellow sea
Looked the fair Queen; but up the vale of Usk;
By the flat meadow; till she saw them come;
And then descending met them at the gates;
Embraced her with all welcome as a friend;
And did her honour as the Prince's bride;
And clothed her for her bridals like the sun;
And all that week was old Caerleon gay;
For by the hands of Dubric; the high saint;
They twain were wedded with all ceremony。
And this was on the last year's Whitsuntide。
But Enid ever kept the faded silk;
Remembering how first he came on her;
Drest in that dress; and how he loved her in it;
And all her foolish fears about the dress;
And all his journey toward her; as himself
Had told her; and their coming to the court。
And now this morning when he said to her;
'Put on your worst and meanest dress;' she found
And took it; and arrayed herself therein。
Geraint and Enid
O purblind race of miserable men;
How many among us at this very hour
Do forge a life…long trouble for ourselves;
By taking true for false; or false for true;
Here; through the feeble twilight of this world
Groping; how many; until we pass and reach
That other; where we see as we are seen!
So fared it with Geraint; who issuing forth
That morning; when they both had got to horse;
Perhaps because he loved her passionately;
And felt that tempest brooding round his heart;
Which; if he spoke at all; would break perforce
Upon a head so dear in thunder; said:
'Not at my side。 I charge thee ride before;
Ever a good way on before; and this
I charge thee; on thy duty as a wife;
Whatever