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Updated: May 29, 2025
Prosper went to bed that night very well content with his reception. He saw his schemes ripening fast on such a sunny wall as this. His head was rather full, and of more than the fumes of wine; consequently in saying his prayers he did not remember Isoult at all. Yet hers had been sped out of Gracedieu Minster long before, and to the same gods.
Then Belle Isoult was troubled in her mind, and she said: "Tramtris, yonder in very truth is a most fierce and terrible knight. Now somewhiles I have fear that you may not be able to overcome him." Thereat Sir Tristram smiled very grimly, and said: "Lady, already I have overcome in battle a bigger knight than ever Sir Palamydes has been or is like to be."
Poor Isoult was the wailing wind in the chimney a sound which could but add to his comfortable well-being. It needs more than a whimper to tempt a man to be cold in your company. The recorder was timely. Prosper and his Countess were hawking in the fields beyond the forest, and the sport had been bad.
She had tried innuendo he did not understand it; languishing he gladly left her to languish; coquetry elsewhere he asked nothing better. She thought she must be more direct; and she was. Isoult was in the pantry alone the second day of Prosper's quest. She stood at gaze out of the window, seeing nothing but dun-colour and drab where the sunlight made all the trees golden-green.
Isoult was very guarded how she did; what she said was always impersonal, what she heard never went further. The Abbess was pleased. She would often commend her, take her by the chin, turn up her face and kiss her. A frequent strain of her talk was openly against Prosper's ideas: the Abbess thought Prosper a ridiculous youth. In due season we must find you a husband.
So he had them bare him to the barge of the King of Ireland, and so they brought him to the castle of King Angus, where they laid him upon a bed in a fair room of the castle. "Lord," said Sir Tristram, "I pray you to permit the Lady Belle Isoult to search a great wound in my side that I received in battle.
Vincent, the young page, brought food and wine to the threshold; Maulfry came out and took them in. But there she was perfectly safe. Isoult could never be jealous of Prosper; she would despair, but would resent nothing he might do. Jealousy requires two things exorbitantly self-love and a sensitive surface.
"Your hair!" cried the poor lad. "Oh, Isoult, I dare not." It reached her knees, was black as night, and straight as rain. It might have echoed Vincent's reproach. But the mistress of both was inexorable. "Cut it to clear my shoulders, please." He groaned, but remembered that there would be spoils, that he must even touch this hedged young goddess.
"I have vowed a vow to my saint that I will save you, soul and body; and if it can be done only by a wedding, then we will be married, you and I, Isoult. But if by battle I can serve your case as well, and rid the suspicion and save your neck, why, I will do battle." "Nay, lord," said the girl, "I must be hanged, for so the Lord Abbot has decreed."
She threw open the door, and thrust Isoult into the crowd of men and maids waiting in the corridor. Master Jasper Porges, the seneschal, was the man of all the world who loved to have things orderly done.
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