t forth towards the Court of Arthur; and Geraint went to bear them
company, and Enid also, as far as Diganhwy: there they parted. Then
Ondyaw the son of the duke of Burgundy said to Geraint, "Go first of all,
and visit the uttermost parts of thy dominions, and see well to the
boundaries of thy territories; and if thou hast any trouble respecting
them, send unto thy companions." "Heaven reward thee," said Geraint,
"and this will I do." And Geraint journeyed to the uttermost part of his
dominions. And experienced guides, and the chief men of his country,
went with him. And the furthermost point that they showed him he kept
possession of.

And, as he had been used to do when he was at Arthur's Court, he
frequented tournaments. And he became acquainted with valiant and mighty
men, until he had gained as much fame there as he had formerly done
elsewhere. And he enriched his Court, and his companions, and his
nobles, with the best horses, and the best arms, and with the best and
most valuable jewels, and he ceased not until his fame had flown over the
face of the whole kingdom. And when he knew that it was thus, he began
to love ease and pleasure, for there was no one who was worth his
opposing. And he loved his wife, and liked to continue in the palace,
with minstrelsy and diversions. And for a long time he abode at home.
And after that he began to shut himself up in the chamber of his wife,
and he took no delight in anything besides, insomuch that he gave up the
friendship of his nobles, together with his hunting and his amusements,
and lost the hearts of all the host in his Court; and there was murmuring
and scoffing concerning him among the inhabitants of the palace, on
account of his relinquishing so completely their companionship for the
love of his wife. And these tidings came to Erbin. And when Erbin had
heard these things, he spoke unto Enid, and enquired of her whether it
was she that had caused Geraint to act thus, and to forsake his people
and his hosts. "Not I, by my confession unto Heaven," said she; "there
is nothing more hateful to me than this." And she knew not what she
should do, for, although it was hard for her to own this to Geraint, yet
was it not more easy for her to listen to what she heard without warning
Geraint concerning it. And she was very sorrowful.

And one morning in the summer time, they were upon their couch, and
Geraint lay upon the edge of it. And Enid was without sleep in