The best of all his company, Sir Mordred also charged his host, For he durst not his uncle trust, Nor he his nephew, sooth to tell,— Alack! it was a woeful case, As e'er in Christenty befell. But when they were together met, And both to fair accordance brought, And a month's league between them set, Before the battle should be fought. An adder crept forth from a bush, Stung one of the king's knights on the knee;— Alack! it was a woeful chance As ever was in Christenty. When the knight found him wounded sore, For when the two hosts saw the sword, Till of so many noble knights, On one side there was left but three. For all were slain that durst abide, And but some few that fled away Ah me! it was a bloody field, As e'er was fought in summer's day. Upon King Arthur's own party, Only himself escaped there, And Lukyn, Duke of Glo'ster free, And when the king beheld his knights Now rest ye all, brave knights! he said, Most loyal have ye been to me! Most true and faithful, unto death! And oh! to raise ye up again, How freely could I yield my breath. But see! the traitor 's yet alive; Lo! where he stalks among the dead; Now bitterly he shall abide, And vengeance fall upon his head. O stay, my liege, then said the Duke- may be. O stay me not, thou worthy wight, Then straight he grasped his trusty spear, Alas! then said the noble king, To see this good knight here be slain, He put his spear into his rest, And to Sir Mordred loud 'gan cry, For traitor, now thy death is nigh. Sir Mordred lifted up his sword, And fierce to meet the king ran he; When Mordred felt the stroke of death, He thrust himself upon the spear, Then grimly died Sir Mordred, And bloody streams came from the king, Sir Lukyn then he thus bespake,- Now take my sword Excalibar, That hangs so freely by my side. O take my sword Excalibar,* And fare thee well, thou trusty sword Have I withstood my foe in fight. * Elsewhere called Caliburn, a name familiar to romance and chivalry. With this good falchion in my hand, That never more I may thee wield. The duke to the river side he went, He kept it back in privity. For all of coleyne * was the blade, Then back he came unto the king, Who said, Sir Lukyn, what did ye see? O go again, then said the king; O good Sir Lukyn, go again,— Into the river throw my sword, Nor keep me lingering here in pain. The duke then to the river went, And the king's scabbard in threw he; But he kept back Excalibar, And hid it underneath a tree. Then back he came to tell the king, Who said, Sir Lukyn, saw you ought ?——— Nothing, my liege, save that the wind O Lukyn! Lukyn! said the king, Twice hast thou dealt deceitfully, *Cologne; from whence, at the date of writing this ballad, the best-attempered swords of BLUE STEEL were exported to foreign countries.-ED. Alack! whom may we ever trust, Say, wouldst thou have thy master dead, Or here the one of us shall die. The duke all shent with this rebuke, And threw it far as he could fling. A Hand and an Arm did meet the sword, All sore astonished stood the duke, He stood as still, as still mote be; But to what place he could not tell, And whether the King were there or not, PERCY. He never more was seen on mould. * Ladies was the old English term for nymphs, either of forest, mountain, or stream. -PERCY. |