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But Martimor gripped him by the neck and thrust his head betwixt the leaves of the gate and shut them fast, so that his eyes stood out like gobbets of foam, and his black tongue hung from his mouth like a water-weed. "Now shalt thou swear never to mar Mill nor Maid, but meekly to serve them," cried Martimor.
Sir Lancelot laughed a little, though he was ever a grave man, and said, "Now must we call this knight, La Queue de Fer, by reason of the tail at his back." But Martimor was half merry and half wroth, and crying "'Ware!" he dressed his spear beneath his arm.
Now this bridge was strait, so that none could pass there but singly, and that not till Martimor yielded or was beaten down. Then came the three knights that followed the Lady, riding fiercely down the hill. And when they came about ten spear-lengths from the bridge, they halted, and stood still as it had been a plump of wood.
"By clean living," said Lancelot, "and by keeping himself from wine which heats the blood, and by quests and labours and combats wherein the fierceness of the heart is spent and overcome, and by inward joy in the pure worship of his lady, whereat none may take offence." "How then shall a man bear himself in the following of a quest?" said Martimor.
But Martimor said, No! for his adventures were before him, and that he could not be happy save in the doing of great deeds and the winning of knightly fame. Then he showed her the Blue Flower in his shield that was nameless, and told her how Sir Lancelot had said that he must find it, then should he name it and have both crest and motto. "Does it grow in my garden?" said Lirette.
Then Martimor ran with the miller out upon the dam, and they laboured at the gates that held the river back, and thrust away the logs that were heaped over them, and cut with axes, and fought with the river.
Now I know not, where I shall look for help." "Why not here?" said Martimor. Then Lirette looked him in the face, smiling a little sorrily. "But thou ridest in a quest," quoth she, "thou mayst not stay from thy adventures." "A month," said he. "Till my father be well?" said she. "A month," said he. "Till thou hast put Flumen to the worse?" said she.
Yet More of the Mill, and of the Same Delay, also of the Maid Now at the end of the third month, which was November, Martimor made Lirette to understand that it was high time he should ride farther to follow his quest.
"And how if a man be entangled in love," said Martimor, "Yet his love be set upon one that is not lawful for him to have? For either he must deny his love, which is great shame, or else he must do dishonour to the law. What shall he then do?" At this Sir Lancelot was silent, and heaved a great sigh. Then said he: "Rest assured that this man shall have sorrow enough.
Likewise did he with the other twain that lay dead beyond the bridge. And he cried to Flumen, "Hide me these black eggs that hatched evil thoughts." So the river bore them away. Then Martimor came into the Mill, all for-bled; "Now are ye free, lady," he cried, and fell down in a swoon.
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