—With many instances the maid applied—
“For never house could such ill shelter yield,
But that in rain ’twere worse to lodge afield.”
To her the shepherd said, “I know of none
Whereto I could direct you, near at hand.
At least six leagues are distant all, but one,
Named Tristram’s Tower, throughout the neighbouring land.
But not to all men is the door undone;
For it behoves that they, with lance in hand,
Achieve their footing first and the defend,
Who to be lodged within its walls pretend.
“If there be room within, to stranger knight
The castellain gives kindly welcome there;
But is a lodging claimed by other wight,
To joust with all new comers makes him swear:
If none, he need not move; but arms and fight
He must what stranger thither shall repair;
And he that worst his warlike arms shall ply,
Must wander forth beneath the naked sky.
“If two, three, four, or more, seek shelter, they
That first arrive, in peace their quarters take.
Who follows, has a harder game to play;
For war upon those many must he make.
So, if one only in that mansion stay,
He with those two, or more, a lance must break,
Then with as many others as succeed:
Thus he what strength he has shall sorely need.
“As well, if wife or maid seek that repair,
(Is she alone, is she accompanied),
And afterwards another, the most fair
Is housed; that other must without abide.”
Bradamant asked the kindly shepherd where
That castle stood; and he with signs replied
As well as words, and pointed with his hand
Where, five or six miles wide, the tower did stand.
Though Rabican’s good paces merit praise,
To hurry him the damsel had no skill,
By those so passing foul and broken ways,
(By season somewhat rainy rendered ill)
So, as to reach the tower, ere Night o’erlays
The world, whose every nook dark shadows fill.
Arrived, that lady finds the portal barred,
And “that she seeks a lodging,” tells the guard.
He answers, “that the place is occupied
By dame and knight already housed, who, met
About the fire, in that chill evening tide,
Wait till their supper be before them set.”
To him that maid; “The board is not supplied,
I deem, for them, unless the meal be eat.
Now, say I wait their coming.” (she pursues)
“Who know and will observe your castle’s use.”
The guard his message bore, where at their ease
Reposed the weary cavaliers; his tale
Not overlikely was those kings to please;
For cold and peevish blew the wintry gale,
And now fast fell the rain; yet, forced to seize
Their arms, they slowly don the martial mail.
The rest remain within; while they proceed
Against the damsel, but with little speed.
Three cavaliers they were, of might so tried,
Few champions but to them in prowess yield,
The same that she that very day, beside
The courier maid, encountered in the field,
They that in Iceland boasted, in their pride,
To bear away from France the golden shield:
Who (for they had the martial maid outrode)
Arrived before her at that lord’s abode.
In feats of arms few warriors were more stout;
But she besure will be among those few,
She, that on no account will wait without,
Fasting and wet, night’s weary watches through.
Within from window and from lodge, the rout
Look forth, and will the joust by moonlight view,
Which streams from underneath a covering cloud;
Albeit the furious rain beats fast and loud.
Such transport as the longing gallant cheers,
About to seize the stolen fruits of love,
When, after long delay, the listener hears
The bolt within its socket softly move,
Such transport cheered her, of those cavaliers
The prowess and the pith afire to prove,
When now the opened portals she descried,
And drawbridge dropt, and issuing knights espied.
When she beheld, how, of the drawbridge clear
Those knights, together or scarce sundered, came,
She took her ground; and next in fierce career,
With flowing bridle, drove the furious dame,
Levelling against those kings that virtuous spear,
Her cousin’s gift which never missed its aim;
Whose touch each warrior must unseat parforce;
Yea Mars, should Mars contend in mortal course.
The king of Sweden, foremost of those knights,
In falling too is foremost of the train;
With such surpassing force his helmet smites
That spear, which never yet was couched in vain.
Gothland’s good king next meets the maid, and lights
With feet in air, at distance on the plain.
The third (unhorsed by Aymon’s beauteous daughter)
Half buried lies in mire and marshy water.
When at three strokes she had unhorsed them all,
Lighting with head on earth and heels in air,
Retiring from the field, she sought the Hall,
In search of lodging; but, ere harboured there,
To issue forth, at whosoever’s call,
Is, by the warder’s hest, obliged to swear.
That lord who well had weighed her famous feats,
The damsel with surpassing honour greets.
So does by her the lady, that erewhile
Had thither journeyed, with those monarchs three,
As I related, sent from the Lost Isle.
To France’s king, upon an embassy.
Kind as she is and affable of style,
She renders back the stranger’s courtesy;
Rises to welcome her with smiling air,
And to the fire conducts that warlike fair.
As Bradamant unarms, and first her shield.
And after puts her polished casque away,
A caul of shining gold, wherein concealed
And clustering close, her prisoned tresses lay,
She with the helmet doffs; and now revealed,
(While the long locks about her shoulders play,)
A lovely damsel by that band is seen,
No fiercer in affray than fair of mien.
As when the stage’s curtain is uprolled,
Mid thousand lamps, appears the mimic scene,
Adorned with arch and palace, pictures, gold,
And statues; or, as limpid and serene
The sun his visage, glorious to behold,
Unveils, emerging from a cloudy screen;
So when the lady doffs her iron case,
All paradise seems opened
