Lyonesse

Then, when the bells sounded for evensong, the knights rested again a while, unlacing their helms to breathe the evening air.

But looking up to the castle windows, Gareth saw the Lady Lyonesse earnestly gazing upon him.

Then he caught up his helmet, and calling to the Red Knight, bade him ready for the battle.

"And this time," said he, "we will make an end of it." "So be it," said the Red Knight.

And this the Red Knight promised to do.

Then, amidst much rejoicing, Sir Gareth was borne into the castle.

There his wounds were dressed by the Lady Lyonesse, and there he rested until he recovered his strength.

And having won her love, when Gareth returned to Arthur's court, the Lady Lyonesse rode with him, and they two were wed with great pomp in the presence of the whole Fellowship of the Round Table, the king rejoicing much that his nephew had done so valiantly.

Something of rich rains and warmth in its westland meadows, or something in some lost pagan traditions about it, made it persistently regarded as a kind of earthly paradise.

Arthur, after being slain at Lyonesse, is carried here, as if to heaven.

Here the pilgrim planted his staff in the soil, and it took root as a tree that blossoms on Christmas Day.

A mystical materialism marked Christianity from its birth.

why kneel ye there what evil hath ye wrought rise and the damsel bidden rise arose and stood with folded hands and downward eyes of glancing corner and all meekly said None wrought, but suffered much, an orphan maid.

My father died in battle for thy king, My mother on his corpse, in open field, The sad, sea-sounding wastes of Lyonesse.

Poor wretch, no friend, and now by Mark the King, For that small charm of feature mine, pursued.

If any such be mine, I fly to thee.

Something of rich rains and warmth in its westland meadows, or something in some lost pagan traditions about it, made it persistently regarded as a kind of earthly paradise.

Arthur, after being slain at Lyonesse, is carried here, as if to heaven.

Here the pilgrim planted his staff in the soil, and it took root as a tree that blossoms on Christmas Day.

A mystical materialism marked Christianity from its birth.

Something of rich rains and warmth in its westland meadows, or something in some lost pagan traditions about it, made it persistently regarded as a kind of earthly paradise.

Arthur, after being slain at Lyonesse, is carried here as if to heaven.

Here the pilgrim planted his staff in the soil, and it took root as a tree that blossoms on Christmas Day.

A mystical materialism marked Christianity from its birth.