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Updated: June 13, 2025
The woes of Pentavalon call to me with a thousand tongues: I must away pray God I have not tarried too long!" "But art yet weak of thy wound, Beltane. I pray thee tarry a little longer. Ah, my lord, let not two lives go empty because of the arts of a false friend, for well do I know that Winfrida, seeing me coming to thee in the garden, kissed thee of set purpose, that, beholding, I might grieve."
'Twas for this I left my goodly castle of Alain and journeyed, a lorn pilgrim, hither to Pentavalon, since when strange stories have I heard that whisper in the air, speeding from lip to lip, of a certain doughty knight-at-arms, valiant beyond thought, that beareth a sword whose mighty sweep none may abide, who, alone and unaided slew an hundred and twenty and four within the greenwood, and thereafter, did, 'neath the walls of Belsaye town burn down Duke Ivo's gibbet, who hath sworn to cut Duke Ivo into gobbets, look you, and feed him to the dogs; which is well, for I love not Duke Ivo.
"Men of Pentavalon," spake he loud and quick, "howso poor and humble ye be, henceforth ye shall go, each and every, equipped in knightly mail from foot to head, your man's flesh as secure as flesh of any potent lord or noble of them all. Henceforth each man of us must fight as valiantly as ten. Now, if any there be who know the manage of horse and lance, let him step forth."
But Beltane, falling before her on his knee spake quick and passionate: "O Helen Helen the Beautiful! without thee I had been nought, and less than nought! Without thee, Pentavalon had groaned yet 'neath cruel wrong! Without thee O without thee, my Helen, I were a thing lost and helpless in very truth!"
Thus do I say God and the sweet saints bless thee in thy love, dear lad, for a right noble lady is Helen the Beautiful and meet to thine embracements. By her so great love, by her proved faithfulness shalt thou yet win to happiness " "Nay, dear my Benedict, first must Pentavalon win to peace." "Aye, by Helen's noble love, for " "O Sir Benedict, I have sworn an oath!"
Pentavalon is rife with war and rumours of war, everywhere is whispered talk of war death shall be busy within this evil Duchy ere long aye, and even in Mortain, perchance nay, hearken!
As for thee haste, haste and get thee to Mortain and safety, and there wait for me pray for me, O my love!" "Beltane Beltane," she sighed, "dost love me indeed and yet would send me from thee?" "Aye," he groaned, "needs must it be so." "Beltane," she murmured, "Beltane, thou shalt be Duke within the week, despite Black Ivo." "Duke I? Of Pentavalon?"
Fain would we take thee for our comrade, Lord Jocelyn, for God knoweth Pentavalon hath need of true men these days, yet first, know this that I, and these my three good comrades do stand pledged to the cause of the weak and woefully oppressed within this sorrowful Duchy; to smite evil, nor stay till we be dead, or Black Ivo driven hence." "Ivo?
The fetters of thy dungeon yet gleam upon thy wrists, Beltane. But truly I do think within thy prison was forged the sword shall avenge our woes and free Pentavalon at last." "Think you indeed, thou wise Benedict, that we by grief and sorrow do rise to find our nobler selves?" "Aye verily! 'Tis but by sorrow and suffering our strength or weakness groweth manifest, Beltane."
"Ho, archers! shout and rend the skies, Bold archers shout amain Belsaye, Belsaye arise, arise! Pentavalon Beltane!" Then from tower and turret, from wall and keep and market-square a great and joyous shout was raised a cry fierce and loud and very purposeful, that rolled afar: "Arise, arise! ha, Beltane Pentavalon!"
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