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SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Thou hast lied. I am the chosen knight To slay the Questing Beast for men ; I am the loyal son of light, Sir Palamede the Saracen ! Thou wast the subtlest fiend that yet Hath crossed my path. To say thee nay I dare not, but my sword is wet With thy knave’s blood, and with thy clay Fouled! Dost thou think to resurrect? O sweet Lord Christ that savest men! From all such fiends do thou protect Me, Palamede the Saracen!” 101
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26 SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT The seamen to his stinging whip. Accurs’d of God, despising men, Thy reckless oars in ocean dip, Sir Palamede the Saracen!
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48 SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT “ Bear me to some remotest den To heal me of my ills immense ; For now hath neither might nor sense Sir Palamede the Saracen.”
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SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT O thou most desperate dupe that Hell’s Malice can make of mortal men! Meddle no more with magick spells, Sir Palamede the Saracen! 75
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SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Straight he dissolved, a voiceless shade. “Or scotched or slain,” the knight said then, “What odds? Keep bright and sharp thy blade, Sir Palamede the Saracen!” 95
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34 SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT He was so sick and ill at ease And hot against his fellow men, He thought to end his purpose then— Nay! let him seek new lands and seas, Sir Palamede the Saracen !
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64 SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT He turns—the friendly folk are gone, Gone with his sumpter-mules and train Beyond the infinite horizon Of all he hopes to see again! His brain befooled, his pocket picked— How the Beast cachinnated then, Far from that doleful derelict Sir Palamede the Saracen |
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SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT His hand upon the Beast. Then blew Each angel on his trumpet, then All Heaven resounded that it knew Sir Palamede the Saracen Was master! Through the domes of death, Through all the mighty realms of men And spirits breathed the Beauteous Breath : They taste the Goodly Gift of Grace. —Now ’tis the chronicler that saith: Our Saviour grant in little space That also I, even I, be blest Thus, though so evil is my case— Let them that read my rime attest The same sweet unction in my pen— That writes in pure blood of m…
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SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT God’s angel, standing sinister, Unfurls this scroll—a sable stain : “Who wins the spur shall ply the spur Upon his proper heart and brain.” He gave the sign of malison On traitor knights and perjured men ; And ever by the sea rode on Sir Palamede the Saracen.
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SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Who is the naked man that spurs A charger into Camelot, His face like Christ's? What glory stirs The air around him, do ye wot ? Sir Arthur arms him, makes array Of seven times ten thousand men, And bids them follow and obey Sir Palamede the Saracen. 17
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SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Yet, those white lips were snapped, like steel Upon the ankles of a slave! That body broken on the wheel Of Time suppressed the groan it gave! “Not there, not here, my quest!” he cried. “Not thus! Not now! Do how and when Matter? Iam, and I abide, Sir Palamede the Saracen!”
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SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT While such a questing there resounds As God had loosed the very Pit, Or as a thirty couple hounds Are in its belly as it bounds! Full sick at heart, I ween, was then The loyal knight, the weak of wit, The butt of lewd and puny men, Sir Palamede the Saracen. 37
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SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Us marsh-lights to forget the sun? There is one man of mortal men Worthy to win this benison, Sir Palamede the Saracen.” Then went the applauding murmur round : Sir Lancelot girt him there and then To ride to that enchanted ground Where amid timeless snows the den Of Palamedes might be found. 21
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24 SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT His nails, and made his penance end, Clothing himself in steel and gold, Arming himself, his life to spend In vigil cold and wandering bold, Disdaining song and dalliance soft, Seeking one purpose to behold, And holding ever that aloft, Nor fearing God, nor heeding men. So thus his hermit habit doffed Sir Palamede the Saracen.
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44 SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Buzzing some streamlet through a wood. Sir Palamede grows mighty wroth, And mutters maledictions rude, Seeing his quarry far and loth And thieves despoiling all the bait. Now, careless of the knightly oath, The sun pours down his eastern gate. The chase is over: see ye then, Coursing afar, afoam at fate, Sir Palamede the Saracen !
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92 SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT How weak Sir Palamedes grows! We hear no more of bouts and blows! His weapons are his ten good toes! He that was Arthur's peer, good knight Proven in many a foughten fight, Flees like a felon in the night! Ay! this thy quest is past the ken Of thee and of all mortal men, Sir Palamede the Saracen !
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SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT 108 “Faugh!” cried the knight. “Thought, word, and act Confirm me. I have proved the quest Impossible. I break the pact. Back to the gilded halls, confessed A recreant! Achieved or not, This task hath earned a foison—rest. In Caerlon and Camelot Let me embrace my fellow-men ! To buss the wenches, pass the pot, Is now the enviable lot Of Palamede the Saracen!”
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14 SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Sir Palamede the Saracen Rides like a centaur mad with war; He sabres many a million men, And tramples many a million more! Before him lies the untravelled land Where never a human soul is known, A desert by a wizard banned, A soulless wilderness of stone. Nor grass, nor corn, delight the vales ; Nor beast, nor bird, span space. Immense, Black rain, grey mist, white wrath of gales, Fill the dread armoury of sense. Nor shines the sun; nor moon, nor star Their subtle light at all display ; Nor day, nor night, …
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60 SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Until the questing rose again. For there, on that ensanguine plain Standeth a-laughing at the dunce The single Beast they had not slain. There, with his friends and followers dead, His brother smitten through the head, Himself sore wounded in the thigh, Weepeth upon the deed of dread, Alone among his murdered men, The champion fool, as fools were then, Utterly broken, like to die, Sir Palamede the Saracen.
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SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT King Arthur in ignoble sloth Is sunk, and dalliance with his dame, Forgetful of his knightly oath, And careless of his kingly name. Befooled and cuckolded, the king Is yet the king, the king most high ; And on his life the hinges swing That close the door of chivalry. *Sblood! shall it sink, and rise no more, That blaze of Time, when men were men? That is thy question, warrior Sir Palamede the Saracen ! II