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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Lord Pertolepe, all men must die, aye, e'en great lords such as thou, when they have sinned sufficiently: and thy sins, methinks, do reach high heaven. So have I brought thee hither into the wilderness that God's will may be wrought upon thee." "How wilt forswear thyself?" cried Sir Pertolepe, writhing in his bonds. Quoth Beltane: "Come Roger Walkyn bring me him to the tree, yonder."
"A jest ha! and methinks, forsooth, the best wilt ever make!" So saying, Sir Pertolepe stumbled forward a pace, groping before him like a blind man, then, groaning, fell, and lay a'swoon, his bloody face hidden in the grass. And turning away, Beltane left him lying there with Beda the Jester kneeling above him.
And King Arthur made Gaheris to wed the Damosel Savage, that was Dame Linet; and King Arthur made Sir Agravaine to wed Dame Lionesse's niece, a fair lady, her name was Dame Laurel. And so when this solemnization was done, then came in the Green Knight, Sir Pertolepe, with thirty knights, and there he did homage and fealty to Sir Gareth, and these knights to hold of him for evermore.
"Nay, there one escaped!" quoth Roger. "Yet he sore wounded!" said Walkyn. "Ha! Sir Pertolepe is a terrible lord!" quoth Giles, eyeing the morsel of venison somewhat askance. "'Twill be a desperate adventure, methinks and we but four." "Yet each and all gods!" quoth Walkyn, reaching for his axe. "Aye," nodded Giles, frowning at the piece of venison, "yet are we but four gods."
Pale of cheek and with trembling hands, Roger bound the arms of him that had been his over-lord, while Walkyn and Giles, silent and wide-eyed, watched it done. "Whither would ye take me?" quoth Red Pertolepe, arrogant. "That shalt thou know anon, messire." "How an I defy thee?" "Then must we carry thee, messire," answered Beltane, "yet thine own legs were better methinks come, let us begone."
Fall to your ranks there ha! scowl and ye will but use well your ears mark me, now. But two nights ago we burned down my lord Duke's great castle of Garthlaxton: think you my lord Duke will not seek vengeance dire upon these our bodies therefore? Think ye the Red Pertolepe will not be eager for our blood?
"Lord Pertolepe fell out with his neighbour Sir Gilles of Brandonmere upon the matter of some wench, methinks it was wherefore came Sir Gilles' men by night and burned down Shallowford with twenty hunting dogs of Sir Pertolepe's that chanced to be there: whereupon my lord waxed mighty wroth and, gathering his company, came into the demesne of Sir Gilles and burned down divers manors and hung certain rogues and destroyed two villages in quittance."
"Aye, lords," growled Walkyn, "and yonder cometh yet another lion a black lion on red!" and he pointed where, far to their left, a red standard flaunted above the distant glitter of a wide-flung battle line. "Hast good eyes, Walkyn!" said Sir Benedict, peering 'neath his hand toward the advancing host, "aye, verily 'tis Ivo himself. Sir Pertolepe must have warned him of our coming."
Quoth Sir Pertolepe, seated upon the bench and smiling upon Beltane's grim figure: "He groweth fat to the killing, seest thou, my Beda, a young man and hearty, very hale and strong and therefore meet for death. So strong a man should be long time a-dying an death be coaxed and managed well. And Tristan is more cunning and hath more love for his craft than ever had Black Roger.
Up rose the dust, an eddying cloud wherein steel flickered and dim forms strove, horse to horse and man to man, while Sir Pertolepe, sitting his great white charger, nursed his big chin and, smiling, waited his chance.
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