?Oh, my lords! take me with you thither!?

And he went aboard, and a fair wind filled the sail, and she ran five days and nights for Cornwall, till, on the sixth day, they dropped anchor in Tintagel Haven. The castle stood above, fenced all around.

There was but the one armed gate, and two knights watched it night and day. So Tristan went ash.o.r.e and sat upon the beach, and a man told him that Mark was there and had just held his court.

?But where,? said he, ?is Iseult, the Queen, and her fair maid, Brangien??

?In Tintagel too,? said the other, ?and I saw them lately; the Queen sad, as she always is.?

At the hearing of the name, Tristan suffered, and he thought that neither by guile nor courage could he see that friend, for Mark would kill him.

And he thought, ?Let him kill me and let me die for her, since every day I die. But you, Iseult, even if you knew me here, would you not drive me out?? And he thought, ?I will try guile. I will seem mad, but with a madness that shall be great wisdom. And many shall think me a fool that have less wit than I.?

Just then a fisherman pa.s.sed in a rough cloak and cape, and Tristan seeing him, took him aside, and said:

?Friend, will you not change clothes??

And as the fisherman found it a very good bargain, he said in answer:

?Yes, friend, gladly.?

And he changed and ran off at once for fear of losing his gain. Then Tristan shaved his wonderful hair; he shaved it close to his head and left a cross all bald, and he rubbed his face with magic herbs distilled in his own country, and it changed in colour and skin so that none could know him, and he made him a club from a young tree torn from a hedge-row and hung it to his neck, and went bare-foot towards the castle.

The porter made sure that he had to do with a fool and said:

?Good morrow, fool, where have you been this long while??

And he answered:

?At the Abbot of St. Michael?s wedding, and he wed an abbess, large and veiled. And from the Alps to Mount St. Michael how they came, the priests and abbots, monks and regulars, all dancing on the green with croziers and with staves under the high trees? shade. But I left them all to come hither, for I serve at the King?s board to-day.?

Then the porter said:

?Come in, lord fool; the Hairy Urgan?s son, I know, and like your father.?

And when he was within the courts the serving men ran after him and cried:

?The fool! the fool!?

But he made play with them though they cast stones and struck him as they laughed, and in the midst of laughter and their cries, as the rout followed him, he came to that hall where, at the Queen?s side, King Mark sat under his canopy.

And as he neared the door with his club at his neck, the King said:

?Here is a merry fellow, let him in.?

And they brought him in, his club at his neck. And the King said:

?Friend, well come; what seek you here??

?Iseult,? said he, ?whom I love so well; I bring my sister with me, Brunehild, the beautiful. Come, take her, you are weary of the Queen.

Take you my sister and give me here Iseult, and I will hold her and serve you for her love.?

The King said laughing:

?Fool, if I gave you the Queen, where would you take her, pray??

?Oh! very high,? he said, ?between the clouds and heaven, into a fair chamber glazed. The beams of the sun shine through it, yet the winds do not trouble it at all. There would I bear the Queen into that crystal chamber of mine all compact of roses and the morning.?

The King and his barons laughed and said:

?Here is a good fool at no loss for words.?

But the fool as he sat at their feet gazed at Iseult most fixedly.

?Friend,? said King Mark, ?what warrant have you that the Queen would heed so foul a fool as you??

?O! Sire,? he answered gravely, ?many deeds have I done for her, and my madness is from her alone.?

?What is your name?? they said, and laughed.

?Tristan,? said he, ?that loved the Queen so well, and still till death will love her.?

But at the name the Queen angered and weakened together, and said: ?Get hence for an evil fool!?

But the fool, marking her anger, went on:

?Queen Iseult, do you mind the day, when, poisoned by the Morholt?s spear, I took my harp to sea and fell upon your sh.o.r.e? Your mother healed me with strange drugs. Have you no memory, Queen??

But Iseult answered:

?Out, fool, out! Your folly and you have pa.s.sed the bounds!?

But the fool, still playing, pushed the barons out, crying:

?Out! madmen, out! Leave me to counsel with Iseult, since I come here for the love of her!?

And as the King laughed, Iseult blushed and said:

?King, drive me forth this fool!?

But the fool still laughed and cried:

?Queen, do you mind you of the dragon I slew in your land? I hid its tongue in my hose, and, burnt of its venom, I fell by the roadside.

Ah! what a knight was I then, and it was you that succoured me.?

Iseult replied:

?Silence! You wrong all knighthood by your words, for you are a fool from birth. Cursed be the seamen that brought you hither; rather should they have cast you into the sea!?