The Mill
IHow the Young Martimor would Become a Knight and Assay Great AdventureWhen Sir Lancelot was come out of the Red Launds where he didmany deeds of arms, he rested him long with play and game ina land that is, called Beausejour. For in that land there areneither castles nor enchantments, but many fair manors, withorchards and fields lying about them; and the people thatdwell therein have good cheer continually.Of the wars and of the strange quests that are ever afootin Northgalis and Lionesse and the Out Isles, they hearnothing; but are well content to till the earth in summer whenthe world is green; and when the autumn changes green to goldthey pitch pavilions among the fruit-trees and the vineyards,making merry with song and dance while they gather harvest ofcorn and apples and grapes; and in the white days of winter forpastime they have music of divers instruments and the playing ofpleasant games.But of the telling of tales in that land there is littleskill, neither do men rightly understand the singing ofballads and romaunts. For one year there is like another, andso their life runs away, and they leave the world to God.Then Sir Lancelot had great ease for a time in this quietland, and often he lay under the apple-trees sleeping, andagain he taught the people new games and feats of skill. Forinto what place soever he came he was welcome, though theinhabitants knew not his name and great renown, nor the famousdeeds that he had done in tournament and battle. Yet for hisown sake, because he was a very gentle knight, fair-spoken andfull of courtesy and a good man of his hands withal, theydoted upon him.So he began to tell them tales of many things that havebeen done in the world by clean knights and faithful squires.Of the wars against the Saracens and misbelieving men; of thediscomfiture of the Romans when they came to take truage of KingArthur; of the strife with the eleven kings and the battle thatwas ended but never finished; of the Questing Beast and how KingPellinore and then Sir Palamides followed it; of Balin thatgave the dolourous stroke unto King Pellam; of Sir Tor thatsought the lady's brachet and by the way overcame two knightsand smote off the head of the outrageous caitiff Abelleus,--ofthese and many like matters of pith and moment, full of bloodand honour, told Sir Lancelot, and the people had marvel ofhis words.Now, among them that listened to him gladly, was a youthof good blood and breeding, very fair in the face and of greatstature. His name was Martimor. Strong of arm was he, andhis neck was like a pillar. His legs were as tough as beamsof ash-wood, and in his heart was the hunger of noble tatchesand deeds. So when he heard of Sir Lancelot these redoubtablehistories he was taken with desire to assay his strength. Andhe besought the knight that they might joust together.But in the land of Beausejour there were no arms of war savesuch as Sir Lancelot had brought with him. Wherefore they madeshift to fashion a harness out of kitchen gear, with a brazenplatter for a breast-plate, and the cover of the greatest of allkettles for a shield, and for a helmet a round pot of iron,whereof the handle stuck down at Martimor's back like a tail.And for spear he got him a stout young fir-tree, the pointhardened in the fire, and Sir Lancelot lent to him the sword thathe had taken from the false knight that distressed all ladies.Thus was Martimor accoutred for the jousting, and when hehad climbed upon his horse, there arose much laughter andmockage. Sir Lancelot laughed a little, though he wasever a grave man, and said, "Now must we call this knight, LaQueue de Fer, by reason of the tail at his back."But Martimor was half merry and half wroth, and crying"'Ware!" he dressed his spear beneath his arm. Right so herushed upon Sir Lancelot, and so marvellously did his harnessjangle and smite together as he came, that the horse of SirLancelot was frighted and turned aside. Thus the point ofthe fir-tree caught him upon the shoulder and came near tounhorse him. Then Martimor drew rein and shouted: "Ha! ha!has Iron-Tail done well?""Nobly hast thou done," said Lancelot, laughing, the whilehe amended his horse, "but let not the first stroke turn thyhead, else will the tail of thy helmet hang down afore theeand mar the second stroke!"So he kept his horse in hand and guided him warily, makingfeint now on this side and now on that, until he was awarethat the youth grew hot with the joy of fighting and sought todeal with him roughly and bigly. Then he cast aside his spearand drew sword, and as Martimor walloped toward him, helightly swerved, and with one stroke cut in twain the youngfir-tree, so that not above an ell was left in the youth'shand.Then was the youth full of fire, and he also drew swordand made at Sir Lancelot, lashing heavily as, he would hewdown a tree. But the knight guarded and warded withoutdistress, until the other breathed hard and was blind withsweat. Then Lancelot smote him with a mighty stroke upon thehead, but with the flat of his sword, so that Martimor's breathwent clean out of him, and the blood gushed from his mouth, andhe fell over the croup of his horse as he were a man slain.Then Sir Lancelot laughed no more, but grieved, for heweened that he had harmed the youth, and he liked him passingwell. So he ran to him and held him in his arms fast andtended him. And when the breath came again into his body,Lancelot was glad, and desired the youth that he would pardonhim of that unequal joust and of the stroke too heavy.At this Martimor sat up and took him by the hand."Pardon?" he cried. "No talk of pardon between thee and me,my Lord Lancelot! Thou hast given me such joy of my life asnever I had before. It made me glad to feel thy might. Andnow am I delibred and fully concluded that I also will becomea knight, and thou shalt instruct me how and in what land Ishall seek great adventure."
IIHow Martimor was Instructed of Sir Lancelot to Set Forth Upon His QuestSo right gladly did Sir Lancelot advise the young Martimor ofall the customs and vows of the noble order of knighthood, andshew how he might become a well-ruled and a hardy knight towin good fame and renown. For between these two from thefirst there was close brotherhood and affiance, though inyears and in breeding they were so far apart, and thisbrotherhood endured until the last, as ye shall see, nor wasthe affiance broken.Thus willingly learned the youth of his master; beinginstructed first in the art and craft to manage and guide ahorse; then to handle the shield and the spear, and both tocut and to foin with the sword; and last of all in the laws ofhonour and courtesy, whereby a man may rule his own spirit andso obtain grace of God, praise of princes, and favour of fairladies."For this I tell thee," said Sir Lancelot, as they sattogether under an apple-tree, "there be many good fightersthat are false knights, breaking faith with man and woman,envious, lustful and orgulous. In them courage is cruel, andlove is lecherous. And in the end they shall come to shameand shall be overcome by a simpler knight than themselves; orelse they shall win sorrow and despite by the slaying ofbetter men than they be; and with their paramours they shallhave weary dole and distress of soul and body; for he that isfalse, to him shall none be true, but all things shall beunhappy about him.""But how and if a man be true in heart," said Martimor,"yet by some enchantment, or evil fortune, he may do an illdeed and one that is harmful to his lord or to his friend,even as Balin and his brother Balan slew each the otherunknown?""That is in God's hand," said Lancelot. "Doubtless he maypardon and assoil all such in their unhappiness, forasmuch asthe secret of it is with him.""And how if a man be entangled in love," said Martimor, "Yethis love be set upon one that is not lawful for him to have? Foreither he must deny his love, which is great shame, or else hemust do dishonour to the law. What shall he then do?"At this Sir Lancelot was silent, and heaved a great sigh.Then said he: "Rest assured that this man shall have sorrowenough. For out of this net he may not escape, save byfalsehood on the one side, or by treachery on the other.Therefore say I that he shall not assay to escape, but ratherright manfully to bear the bonds with which he is bound, andto do honour to them."'"How may this be?" said Martimor."By clean living," said Lancelot, "and by keeping himselffrom wine which heats the blood, and by quests and labours andcombats wherein the fierceness of the heart is spent andovercome, and by inward joy in the pure worship of his lady,whereat none may take offence.""How then shall a man bear himself in the following of aquest?" said Martimor. "Shall he set his face ever forward,and turn not to right, or left, whatever meet him by the way?Or shall he hold himself ready to answer them that call to him,and to succour them that ask help of him, and to turn aside fromhis path for rescue and good service?""Enough of questions!" said Lancelot. "These are thingswhereto each man must answer for himself, and not for other.True knight taketh counsel of the time. Every day his owndeed. And the winning of a quest is not by haste, nor by hap,but what needs to be done, that must ye do while ye are in theway."Then because of the love that Sir Lancelot bore toMartimor he gave him his own armour, and the good spearwherewith he had unhorsed many knights, and the sword that hetook from Sir Peris de Forest Savage that distressed allladies, but his shield he gave not, for therein his ownremembrance was blazoned. So he let make a new shield, and inthe corner was painted a Blue Flower that was nameless, and thishe gave to Martimor, saying: "Thou shalt name it when thouhast found it, and so shalt thou have both crest and motto.""Now am I well beseen," cried Martimor, "and my adventures arebefore me. Which way shall I ride, and where shall I find them?""Ride into the wind," said Lancelot, "and what chancesoever it blows thee, thereby do thy best, as it were thefirst and the last. Take not thy hand from it until it befulfilled. So shalt thou most quickly and worthily achieveknighthood."Then they embraced like brothers; and each bade other keephim well; and Sir Lancelot in leather jerkin, with naked head,but with his shield and sword, rode to the south towardCamelot; and Martimor rode into the wind, westward, over thehill.
IIIHow Martimor Came to the Mill a Stayed in a DelaySo by wildsome ways in strange countries and through manywaters and valleys rode Martimor forty days, but adventure methim none, blow the wind never so fierce or fickle. Neitherdragons, nor giants, nor false knights, nor distressed ladies,nor fays, nor kings imprisoned could he find."These are ill times for adventure," said he, "the worldis full of meat and sleepy. Now must I ride farther afieldand undertake some ancient, famous quest wherein other knightshave failed and fallen. Either I shall follow the QuestingBeast with Sir Palamides, or I shall find Merlin at the greatstone whereunder the Lady of the Lake enchanted him anddeliver him from that enchantment, or I shall assay thecleansing of the Forest Perilous, or I shall win the favour ofLa Belle Dame Sans Merci, or mayhap I shall adventure thequest of the Sangreal. One or other of these will I achieve,or bleed the best blood of my body." Thus pondering anddreaming he came by the road down a gentle hill with closewoods on either hand; and so into a valley with a swift riverflowing through it; and on the river a Mill.So white it stood among the trees, and so merrily whirredthe wheel as the water turned it, and so bright blossomed theflowers in the garden, that Martimor had joy of the sight, forit minded him of his own country. "But here is no adventure,"thought he, and made to ride by.Even then came a young maid suddenly through the gardencrying and wringing her hands. And when she saw him she criedhim help. At this Martimor alighted quickly and ran into thegarden, where the young maid soon led him to the millpond,which was great and deep, and made him understand that herlittle hound was swept away by the water and was near toperishing.There saw he a red and white brachet, caught by the swiftstream that ran into the race, fast swimming as ever he couldswim, yet by no means able to escape. Then Martimor strippedoff his harness and leaped into the water and did marvellouslyto rescue the little hound. But the fierce river dragged hislegs, and buffeted him, and hurtled at him, and drew him down,as it were an enemy wrestling with him, so that he had muchado to come where the brachet was, and more to win back again,with the brachet in his arm, to the dry land.Which when he had done he was clean for-spent and fellupon the ground as a dead man. At this the young maid weptyet more bitterly than she had wept for her hound, and criedaloud, "Alas, if so goodly a man should spend his life for mylittle brachet!" So she took his head upon her knee andcherished him and beat the palms of his hands, and the houndlicked his face. And when Martimor opened his eyes he saw theface of the maid that it was fair as any flower.Then was she shamed, and put him gently from her knee, andbegan to thank him and to ask with what she might reward himfor the saving of the brachet."A night's lodging and a day's cheer," quoth Martimor."As long as thee liketh," said she, "for my father, themiller, will return ere sundown, and right gladly will he havea guest so brave.""Longer might I like," said he, "but longer may I notstay, for I ride in a quest and seek great adventures tobecome a knight."So they bestowed the horse in the stable, and went intothe Mill; and when the miller was come home they had such goodcheer with eating of venison and pan-cakes, and drinking ofhydromel, and singing of pleasant ballads, that Martimor cleanforgot he was in a delay. And going to his bed in a fairgarret he dreamed of the Maid of the Mill, whose name wasLirette.
IVHow the Mill was in Danger and the Delay EnduredIn the morning Martimor lay late and thought large thoughts ofhis quest, and whither it might lead him, and to what honourit should bring him. As he dreamed thus, suddenly he heard inthe hall below a trampling of feet and a shouting, with thevoice of Lirette crying and shrieking. With that he sprangout of his bed, and caught up his sword and dagger, leapinglightly and fiercely down the stair.There he saw three foul churls, whereof two strove withthe miller, beating him with great clubs, while the thirdwould master the Maid and drag her away to do her shame, butshe fought shrewdly. Then Martimor rushed upon the churls,shouting for joy, and there was a great medley of breakingchairs and tables and cursing and smiting, and with his sword hegave horrible strokes.One of the knaves that fought with the miller, he smoteupon the shoulder and clave him to the navel. And at theother he foined fiercely so that the point of the sword wentthrough his back and stuck fast in the wall. But the thirdknave, that was the biggest and the blackest, and strove tobear away the Maid, left bold of her, and leaped upon Martimorand caught him by the middle and crushed him so that his ribscracked.Thus they weltered and wrung together, and now one of themwas above and now the other; and ever as they wallowedMartimor smote him with his dagger, but there came forth noblood, only water.Then the black churl broke away from him and ran out atthe door of the mill, and Martimor after. So they ran throughthe garden to the river, and there the churl sprang into thewater, and swept away raging and foaming. And as he went heshouted, "Yet will I put thee to the worse, and mar the Mill,and have the Maid!"'Then Martimor cried, "Never while I live shaltthou mar the Mill or have the Maid, thou foul, black,misbegotten churl!" So he returned to the Mill, and there thedamsel Lirette made him to understand that these three churlswere long time enemies of the Mill, and sought ever to destroyit and to do despite to her and her father. One of them wasIgnis, and another was Ventus, and these were the twain thathe had smitten. But the third, that fled down the river (andhe was ever the fiercest and the most outrageous), his namewas Flumen, for he dwelt in the caves of the stream, and wasthe master of it before the Mill was built."And now," wept the Maid, "he must have had his will withme and with the Mill, but for God's mercy, thanked be our LordJesus!""Thank me too," said Mlartimor."So I do," said Lirette, and she kissed him. "Yet am Iheavy at heart and fearful, for my father is sorely mishandledand his arm is broken, so that he cannot tend the Mill norguard it. And Flumen is escaped; surely he will harm usagain. Now I know not, where I shall look for help.""Why not here?" said Martimor.Then Lirette looked him in the face, smiling a littlesorrily. "But thou ridest in a quest," quoth she, "thou maystnot stay from thy adventures""A month," said he."Till my father be well?" said she."A month," said he."Till thou hast put Flumen to the worse?" said she."Right willingly would I have to do with that base,slippery knave again" said he, "but more than a month I maynot stay, for my quest calls me and I must win worship of menor ever I become a knight."So they bound up the miller's wounds and set the Mill inorder. But Martimor had much to do to learn the working ofthe Mill; and they were busied with the grinding of wheat andrye and barley and divers kinds of grain; and the millershurts were mended every day; and at night there was merry restand good cheer; and Martimor talked with the Maid of the greatadventure that he must find; and thus the delay endured inpleasant wise.
VYet More of the Mill, and of the Same Delay, also of the MaidNow at the end of the third month, which was November,Martimor made Lirette to understand that it was high time heshould ride farther to follow his quest. For the miller wasnow recovered, and it was long that they had heard and seennaught of Flumen, and doubtless that black knave was wellrouted and dismayed that he would not come again. Liretteprayed him and desired him that he would tarry yet one week.But Martimor said, No! for his adventures were before him, andthat he could not be happy save in the doing of great deedsand the winning of knightly fame. Then he showed her the BlueFlower in his shield that was nameless, and told her how SirLancelot had said that he must find it, then should he name itand have both crest and motto."Does it grow in my garden?" said Lirette."I have not seen it," said he, "and now the flowers areall faded.""Perhaps in the month of May?" said she."In that month I will come again," said he, "for by thattime it may fortune that I shall achieve my quest, but nowforth must I fare."So there was sad cheer in the Mill that day, and at nightthere came a fierce storm with howling wind and plumping rain,and Martimor slept ill. About the break of day he was wakenedby a great roaring and pounding; then he looked out of window,and saw the river in flood, with black waves spuming andraving, like wood beasts, and driving before them great logsand broken trees. Thus the river hurled and hammered at themill-dam so that it trembled, and the logs leaped as theywould spring over it, and the voice of Flumen shouted hoarselyand hungrily, "Yet will I mar the Mill and have the Maid!"Then Martimor ran with the miller out upon the dam, andthey laboured at the gates that held the river back, andthrust away the logs that were heaped over them, and cut withaxes, and fought with the river. So at last two of the gateswere lifted and one was broken, and the flood ran downramping and roaring in great raundon, and as it ran the blackface of Flumen sprang above it, crying, "Yet will I mar bothMill and Maid.""That shalt thou never do," cried Martimor, "by foul orfair, while the life beats in my body."So he came back with the miller into the Mill, and therewas meat ready for them and they ate strongly and with goodheart. "Now," said the miller, "must I mend the gate. Buthow it may be done, I know not, for surely this will be greattravail for a man alone.""Why alone?" said Martimor."Thou wilt stay, then?" said Lirette."Yea," said he."For another month?" said she."Till the gate be mended," said he.But when the gate was mended there came another flood andbrake the second gate. And when that was mended there cameanother flood and brake the third gate. So when all threewere mended firm and fast, being bound with iron, still thegrimly river hurled over the dam, and the voice of Flumenmuttered in the dark of winter nights, "Yet will Imar--mar--mar--yet will I mar Mill and Maid.""Oho!" said Martimor, "this is a durable and dogged knave.Art thou feared of him Lirette?""Not so," said she, "for thou art stronger. But fear haveI of the day when thou ridest forth in thy quest.""Well, as to that," said he, "when I have overcome thisfalse devil Flumen, then will we consider and appoint thatday."So the delay continued, and Martimor was both busy andhappy at the Mill, for he liked and loved this damsel well,and was fain of her company. Moreover the strife with Flumenwas great joy to him.
VIHow the Month of May came to the Mill, and the Delay was Made LongerNow when the month of May came to the Mill it brought a plentyof sweet flowers, and Lirette wrought in the garden. Withher, when the day was spent and the sun rested upon the edgeof the hill, went Martimor, and she showed him all her flowersthat were blue. But none of them was like the flower on hisshield."Is it this?" she cried, giving him a violet. "Too dark,"said he."Then here it is," she said, plucking a posy offorget-me-not."Too light," said he."Surely this is it," and she brought him a spray ofblue-bells."Too slender," said he, "and well I ween that I may notfind that flower, till I ride farther in my quest and achievegreat adventure."Then was the Maid cast down, and Martimor was fain tocomfort her.So while they walked thus in the garden, the days werefair and still, and the river ran lowly and slowly, as it werefull of gentleness, and Flumen had amended him of his evilways. But full of craft and guile was that false foe. Fornow that the gates were firm and strong, he found a way downthrough the corner of the dam, where a water-rat had burrowed,and there the water went seeping and creeping, gnawing ever atthe hidden breach. Presently in the night came a mizzling rain,and far among the hills a cloud brake open, and the mill-pondflowed over and under, and the dam crumbled away, and the Millshook, and the whole river ran roaring through the garden.Then was Martimor wonderly wroth, because the river hadblotted out the Maid's flowers. "And one day," she cried,holding fast to him and trembling, "one day Flumen will haveme, when thou art gone.""Not so," said he, "by the faith of my body that foulfiend shall never have thee. I will bind him, I will compelhim, or die in the deed."So he went forth, upward along the river, till he came toa strait Place among the hills. There was a great rock fullof caves and hollows, and there the water whirled and burbledin furious wise. "Here," thought he, "is the hold of theknave Flumen, and if I may cut through above this rock andmake a dyke with a gate in it, to let down the water anotherway when the floods come, so shall I spoil him of his craftand put him to the worse."Then he toiled day and night to make the dyke, and ever bynight Flumen came and strove with him, and did his power tocast him down and strangle him. But Martimor stood fast anddrave him back.And at last, as they wrestled and whapped together, theyfell headlong in the stream."Ho-o!" shouted Flumen, "now will I drown thee, and marthe Mill and the Maid."But Martimor gripped him by the neck and thrust his headbetwixt the leaves of the gate and shut them fast, so that hiseyes stood out like gobbets of foam, and his black tongue hungfrom his mouth like a water-weed."Now shalt thou swear never to mar Mill nor Maid, butmeekly to serve them," cried Martimor. Then Flumen sware bywind and wave, by storm and stream, by rain and river, by pondand pool, by flood and fountain, by dyke and dam."These be changeable things," said Martimor, swear by theName of God."So he sware, and even as the Name passed his teeth, thegobbets of foam floated forth from the gate, and the water-weedwrithed away with the stream, and the river flowed fair andsoftly, with a sound like singing.Then Martimor came back to the Mill, and told how Flumenwas overcome and made to swear a pact. Thus their heartswaxed light and jolly, and they kept that day as it were alove-day.
VIIHow Martimor Bled for a Lady and Lived for a Maid, and how His Great Adventure Ended and Began at the MillNow leave we of the Mill and Martimor and the Maid, and let usspeak of a certain Lady, passing tall and fair and young.This was the Lady Beauvivante, that was daughter to KingPellinore. And three false knights took her by craft from herfather's court and led her away to work their will on her.But she escaped from them as they slept by a well, and cameriding on a white palfrey, over hill and dale, as fast as evershe could drive.Thus she came to the Mill, and her palfrey was spent, andthere she took refuge, beseeching Martimor that he would hideher, and defend her from those caitiff knights that must soonfollow."Of hiding," said he, "will I hear naught, but ofdefending am I full fain. For this have I waited."Then he made ready his horse and his armour, and took bothspear and sword, and stood forth in the bridge. Now thisbridge was strait, so that none could pass there but singly,and that not till Martimor yielded or was beaten down.Then came the three knights that followed the Lady, ridingfiercely down the hill. And when they came about tenspear-lengths from the bridge, they halted, and stood still asit had been a plump of wood. One rode in black, and one rodein yellow, and the third rode in black and yellow. So theycried Martimor that he should give them passage, for theyfollowed a quest."Passage takes, who passage makes!" cried Martimor."Right well I know your quest, and it is a foul one."Then the knight in black rode at him lightly,but Martimor encountered him with the spear and smote himbackward from his horse, that his head struck the coping ofthe bridge and brake his neck. Then came the knight inyellow, walloping heavily, and him the spear pierced throughthe midst of the body and burst in three pieces: so he fell onhis back and the life went out of him, but the spear stuckfast and stood up from his breast as a stake.Then the knight in black and yellow, that was as big asboth his brethren, gave a terrible shout, and rode at Martimorlike a wood lion. But he fended with his shield that thespear went aside, and they clapped together like thunder, andboth horses were overthrown. And lightly they avoided theirhorses and rushed together, tracing, rasing, and foining.Such strokes they gave that great pieces were clipped awayfrom their hauberks, and their helms, and they staggered toand fro like drunken men. Then they hurtled together likerams and each battered other the wind out of his body. Sothey sat either on one side of the bridge, to take theirbreath, glaring the one at the other as two owls. Then theystepped together and fought freshly, smiting and thrusting,ramping and reeling, panting, snorting, and scattering blood, forthe space of two hours. So the knight in black and yellow,because he was heavier, drave Martimor backward step by step tillhe came to the crown of the bridge, and there fell grovelling.At this the Lady Beauvivante shrieked and wailed, but the damselLirette cried loudly, "Up! Martimor, strike again!"Then the courage came into his body, and with a greatmight he abraid upon his feet, and smote the black and yellowknight upon the helm by an overstroke so fierce that the swordsheared away the third part of his head, as it had been arotten cheese. So he lay upon the bridge, and the blood ranout of him. And Martimor smote off the rest of his headquite, and cast it into the river. Likewise did he with theother twain that lay dead beyond the bridge. And he cried toFlumen, "Hide me these black eggs that hatched evil thoughts."So the river bore them away.Then Martimor came into the Mill, all for-bled;"Now are ye free, lady," he cried, and fell down in a swoon.Then the Lady and the Maid wept full sore and made great doleand unlaced his helm; and Lirette cherished him tenderly torecover his life.So while they were thus busied and distressed, came SirLancelot with a great company of knights and squires ridingfor to rescue the princess. When he came to the bridge allbedashed with blood, and the bodies of the knights headless,"Now, by my lady's name," said he, "here has been goodfighting, and those three caitiffs are slain! By whose handI wonder?"So he came into the Mill, and there he found Martimorrecovered of his swoon, and had marvellous joy of him, when heheard how he had wrought."Now are thou proven worthy of the noble order ofknighthood," said Lancelot, and forthwith he dubbed himknight.Then he said that Sir Martimor should ride with him to thecourt of King Pellinore, to receive a castle and a fair ladyto wife, for doubtless the King would deny him nothing to rewardthe rescue of his daughter.But Martimor stood in a muse; then said he, "May a knighthave his free will and choice of castles, where he willabide?""Within the law," said Lancelot, "and by the King's wordhe may.""Then choose I the Mill," said Martimor, "for here will Idwell.""Freely spoken," said Lancelot, laughing, "so art thou SirMartimor of the Mill; no doubt the King will confirm it. Andnow what sayest thou of ladies?""May a knight have his free will and choice here also?"said he."According to his fortune," said Lancelot, "and by thelady's favour, he may.""Well, then," said Sir Martimor, taking Lirette by thehand, "this Maid is to me liefer to have and to wield as mywife than any dame or princess that is christened.""What, brother," said Sir Lancelot, "is the wind in thatquarter? And will the Maid have thee?""I will well," said Lirette."Now are you well provided," said Sir Lancelot, "withknighthood, and a castle, and a lady. Lacks but a motto anda name for the Blue Flower in thy shield.""He that names it shall never find it," said Sir Martimor,"and he that finds it needs no name."So Lirette rejoiced Sir Martimor and loved together duringtheir life-days; and this is the end and the beginning of theStory of the Mill.
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