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Updated: June 21, 2025
Brangien came in upon them; she saw them gazing at each other in silence as though ravished and apart; she saw before them the pitcher standing there; she snatched it up and cast it into the shuddering sea and cried aloud: Cursed be the day I was born and cursed the day that first I trod this deck. Iseult, my friend, and Tristan, you, you have drunk death together.
But on the wedding night, to save her friend, Brangien took her place in the darkness, for her remorse demanded even this from her; nor was the trick discovered. Then Iseult lived as a queen, but lived in sadness.
She laid her arm upon Tristans shoulder, the light of her eyes was drowned and her lips trembled. The love of you, she said. Whereat he put his lips to hers. But as they thus tasted their first joy, Brangien, that watched them, stretched her arms and cried at their feet in tears: Stay and return if still you can But oh! that path has no returning.
Iseult is yours and I am but your vassal; Iseult is yours and I am your son; Iseult is yours and may not love me. But Iseult loved him, though she would have hated. She could not hate, for a tenderness more sharp than hatred tore her. And Brangien watched them in anguish, suffering more cruelly because she alone knew the depth of evil done.
There is a fool without, shaven criss-cross, and come in an evil hour, and he is warlock, for he knows in every part myself and my whole life; he knows what you and I and Tristan only know. Then Brangien said: It may be Tristan. But No, said the Queen, for he was the first of knights, but this fool is foul and made awry. Curse me his hour and the ship that brought him hither.
So fear maddened the Queen, but not in truth the fear of Brangien who was loyal; her own heart bred the fear. Not Brangien who was faithful, not Brangien, but themselves had these lovers to fear, for hearts so stricken will lose their vigilance.
My lady! said Brangien, soothe you. You curse over much these days. May be he comes from Tristan? I cannot tell. I know him not. But go find him, friend, and see if you know him. So Brangien went to the hall where the fool still sat alone. Tristan knew her and let fall his club and said: Brangien, dear Brangien, before God! have pity on me!
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