so fierce and rapacious was he
that no man durst live beside him, save that he held his life and
property of too mean account, and too worthless for the taking.
The knight was pricking on his way through this almost pathless
wilderness, when he espied a damsel of such inexpressible and ravishing
beauty that none might behold her without the most heart-stirring
delight and admiration. To this maiden did Sir Lancelot address himself,
but she hid her face and fell a-weeping. He then inquired the cause of
her dolour, when she bade him flee, for his life was in great jeopardy.
"Oh, Sir Knight!" uncovering her face as she spoke, "the giant Tarquin
liveth hereabout, and thou wert as good as dead should he espy thee so
near his castle."
"What!" said the knight, "and shall Sir Lancelot of the Lake flee before
this false and cruel tyrant? To this purpose am I come, that I may slay
and make an end of him at once, and deliver the captives."
"Art thou, indeed, Sir Lancelot?" said the damsel, joy suddenly starting
through her tears; "then is our deliverance nearer than we hoped for.
Thy fame is gone before thee into all countries, and thy might and thy
prowess, it is said, none may withstand. This evil one, Sir Tarquin,
hath taken captive my true knight, who, through my cruelty, betook
himself to this adventure, and now lieth in chains and foul ignominy,
without hope of release, until death break off his fetters."
"Beshrew me," said Lancelot, "but I will deliver him presently, and cut
off the foul tyrant's head, or lose mine own by the attempt."
Then did he follow the maiden to a river's brink, near to where, as
tradition still reports, now stand the Knott Mills. Having mounted her
before him on his steed, she pointed out a path over the ford, beyond
which he soon espied the castle, a vast and stately building of rugged
stone, like a huge crown upon the hill-top, which presented a gentle
ascent from the stream.
Now did Sir Lancelot alight, as well to assist his companion as to
bethink himself what course to pursue; but the damsel showed him a high
tree, about a stone's-throw from the ditch before the castle, whereon
hung a goodly array of accoutrements, with many fair and costly shields,
on which were displayed a variety of gay and fanciful devices. These
were the property of the knights then held in durance by Sir Tarquin.
Below them all hung a copper basin, on which was carved in Latin the
following inscription, trans
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