In which the Young King is praised for his chivalric qualities and we receive an impression of the hurley burley of a tournament.The Marshal returned to his lord, the young King, a man of such worthiness that no man was his equal as reg...
In which the Young King is praised for his chivalric qualities and we receive an impression of the hurley burley of a tournament.The Marshal returned to his lord, the young King, a man of such worthiness that no man was his equal as regards valour and liberality. Never did Arthur or Alexander, whose lives were noted for their noble deeds, perform so many in such a short time. If God, by his command, had allowed him to live a long life, he would have quite surpassed these two in valour and noble deeds.He gathered so many worthy men around him that no emperor, king, or count ever had such an experienced company, nor would such have been found at any time, for there is no doubt that he had the pick of the bravest young knights in France, Flanders, and Champagne. He did not haggle with them, but he acted in such a way that all the worthiest men came and joined him. I have no wish to name them all here, for it would be a difficult task to bring them together and tell you the names of each, and by so doing I would spoil my tale. But one day I shall list them for you and name them, every single one.The King did so much in his life that all worthy men desired to have his wisdom and his prowess, his virtues and his generosity. Every man would have liked to be him, for he made the whole world tremble in the battles in which he took part. Many a time it happened that, when he spurred on, so the companies with him spurred on too, so vigorously as they advanced that those riding towards them from the other side could not withstand their charge. And it often happened that the other side had far more men than they, and yet they was soon thrown into disarray by the mighty power of the King’s companies. For, when the latter charged as one band, they found nobody prepared to await their charge, nobody who dared stretch out his hand towards them, nobody bold enough to engage with one of them, so much so that the King had no one to charge at, for those spurring forward in front of him had chased on so far ahead that the King was left without a target to strike at. Often you would see it happen that he was left with very few men, and also, often he would go and join battle with some group from outside, and found it difficult to leave the the fray. Despite his rash forays, the Marshal was there to the rescue; he stuck so close to him and was ever pulling him away from the press of battle at times when he was near to being captured. The Marshal, responsible for enhancing the King’s reputation, was constantly rescuing him and so sending his enemies on their way; he was always under the Marshal’s wings. For these exploits and similar ones the King loved him dearly, far more than any other knight he knew in any land or any he had ever had in his company. So the King travelled about for a long time, a man so wealthy and courtly, more generous than any other Christian, and who surpassed all the princes on earth in his sheer handsomeness, honourable conduct, and loyalty. Things turned out for him so exceedingly well that everywhere he went there was no talk or report of noble deeds if they were not about him. And, of course, was that not bound to be the case? After all, he had the best instructor in arms that there ever was in his time or since, according to the story that is my source: that is, of course, the Marshal, who devoted himself utterly to the King and never once failed him. And the pains he took were well employed, for through his worthiness the King came to have Generosity as his bride. He did not use her as a concubine, for their marriage was a very good one: as long as he lived he loved her as a true lover, and she him, I have no doubt, as a true and perfect lover.Forgetfulness, who is as blind as a bat, soon deflects from the path he is following a man who is sunk in his thoughts, diverting him from his course. However, memory puts me back on the right road so that I can tell you what I forgot to tell. Blessed be memor