He spake,and past away,But left two brawny spearmen,who advanced,Each growling like a dog,when his good bone Seems to be plucked at by the village boys Who love to vex him eating,and he fears To lose his bone,and lays his foot upon it,Gnawing and growling:so the ruffians growled,Fearing to lose,and all for a dead man,Their chance of booty from the morning's raid,Yet raised and laid him on a litter-bier,Such as they brought upon their forays out For those that might be wounded;laid him on it All in the hollow of his shield,and took And bore him to the naked hall of Doorm,(His gentle charger following him unled)And cast him and the bier in which he lay Down on an oaken settle in the hall,And then departed,hot in haste to join Their luckier mates,but growling as before,And cursing their lost time,and the dead man,And their own Earl,and their own souls,and her.
They might as well have blest her:she was deaf To blessing or to cursing save from one.
So for long hours sat Enid by her lord,There in the naked hall,propping his head,And chafing his pale hands,and calling to him.
Till at the last he wakened from his swoon,And found his own dear bride propping his head,And chafing his faint hands,and calling to him;And felt the warm tears falling on his face;
And said to his own heart,'She weeps for me:'
And yet lay still,and feigned himself as dead,That he might prove her to the uttermost,And say to his own heart,'She weeps for me.'
But in the falling afternoon returned The huge Earl Doorm with plunder to the hall.
His lusty spearmen followed him with noise:
Each hurling down a heap of things that rang Against his pavement,cast his lance aside,And doffed his helm:and then there fluttered in,Half-bold,half-frighted,with dilated eyes,A tribe of women,dressed in many hues,And mingled with the spearmen:and Earl Doorm Struck with a knife's haft hard against the board,And called for flesh and wine to feed his spears.
And men brought in whole hogs and quarter beeves,And all the hall was dim with steam of flesh:
And none spake word,but all sat down at once,And ate with tumult in the naked hall,Feeding like horses when you hear them feed;Till Enid shrank far back into herself,To shun the wild ways of the lawless tribe.
But when Earl Doorm had eaten all he would,He rolled his eyes about the hall,and found A damsel drooping in a corner of it.
Then he remembered her,and how she wept;
And out of her there came a power upon him;
And rising on the sudden he said,'Eat!
I never yet beheld a thing so pale.
God's curse,it makes me mad to see you weep.
Eat!Look yourself.Good luck had your good man,For were I dead who is it would weep for me?
Sweet lady,never since I first drew breath Have I beheld a lily like yourself.
And so there lived some colour in your cheek,There is not one among my gentlewomen Were fit to wear your slipper for a glove.
But listen to me,and by me be ruled,And I will do the thing I have not done,For ye shall share my earldom with me,girl,And we will live like two birds in one nest,And I will fetch you forage from all fields,For I compel all creatures to my will.'
He spoke:the brawny spearman let his cheek Bulge with the unswallowed piece,and turning stared;While some,whose souls the old serpent long had drawn Down,as the worm draws in the withered leaf And makes it earth,hissed each at other's ear What shall not be recorded--women they,Women,or what had been those gracious things,But now desired the humbling of their best,Yea,would have helped him to it:and all at once They hated her,who took no thought of them,But answered in low voice,her meek head yet Drooping,'I pray you of your courtesy,He being as he is,to let me be.'
She spake so low he hardly heard her speak,But like a mighty patron,satisfied With what himself had done so graciously,Assumed that she had thanked him,adding,'Yea,Eat and be glad,for I account you mine.'
She answered meekly,'How should I be glad Henceforth in all the world at anything,Until my lord arise and look upon me?'
Here the huge Earl cried out upon her talk,As all but empty heart and weariness And sickly nothing;suddenly seized on her,And bare her by main violence to the board,And thrust the dish before her,crying,'Eat.'
'No,no,'said Enid,vext,'I will not eat Till yonder man upon the bier arise,And eat with me.''Drink,then,'he answered.'Here!'
(And filled a horn with wine and held it to her,)'Lo!I,myself,when flushed with fight,or hot,God's curse,with anger--often I myself,Before I well have drunken,scarce can eat:
Drink therefore and the wine will change thy will.'
'Not so,'she cried,'by Heaven,I will not drink Till my dear lord arise and bid me do it,And drink with me;and if he rise no more,I will not look at wine until I die.'
At this he turned all red and paced his hall,Now gnawed his under,now his upper lip,And coming up close to her,said at last:
'Girl,for I see ye scorn my courtesies,Take warning:yonder man is surely dead;And I compel all creatures to my will.
Not eat nor drink?And wherefore wail for one,Who put your beauty to this flout and scorn By dressing it in rags?Amazed am I,Beholding how ye butt against my wish,That I forbear you thus:cross me no more.
At least put off to please me this poor gown,This silken rag,this beggar-woman's weed:
I love that beauty should go beautifully:
For see ye not my gentlewomen here,How gay,how suited to the house of one Who loves that beauty should go beautifully?
Rise therefore;robe yourself in this:obey.'
He spoke,and one among his gentlewomen Displayed a splendid silk of foreign loom,Where like a shoaling sea the lovely blue Played into green,and thicker down the front With jewels than the sward with drops of dew,When all night long a cloud clings to the hill,And with the dawn ascending lets the day Strike where it clung:so thickly shone the gems.
But Enid answered,harder to be moved Than hardest tyrants in their day of power,With life-long injuries burning unavenged,And now their hour has come;and Enid said:
