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Chapter 3

CHAPTER III.
THE TOURNAMENT.

IT was the month of May and the feast of Pentecost. Charlemagne
had ordered magnificent festivities, and summoned to them, besides his
paladins and vassals of the crown, all strangers, Christian or
Saracen, then sojourning at Paris. Among the guests were King
Grandonio, from Spain; and Ferrau, the Saracen, with eyes like an
eagle; Orlando and Rinaldo, the Emperor's nephews; Duke Namo;
Astolpho, of England, the handsomest man living; Malagigi, the
Enchanter; and Gano, of Maganza, that wily traitor, who had the art to
make the Emperor think he loved him, while he plotted against him.
High sat Charlemagne at the head of his vassals and his paladins,
rejoicing in the thought of their number and their might, while all
were sitting and hearing music, and feasting, when suddenly there came
into the hall four enormous giants, having between them a lady of
incomparable beauty, attended by a single knight. There were many
ladies present who had seemed beautiful till she made her
appearance, but after that they all seemed nothing. Every Christian
knight turned his eyes to her, and every Pagan crowded round her,
while she, with a sweetness that might have touched a heart of
stone, thus addressed the Emperor:-
"High-minded lord, the renown of your worthiness, and of the valor
of these your knights, which echoes from sea to sea, encourages me
to hope that two pilgrims, who have come from the ends of the world to
behold you, will not have encountered their fatigue in vain. And,
before I show the motive which has brought us hither, learn that
this knight is my brother Uberto, and that I am his sister Angelica.
Fame has told us of the jousting this day appointed, and so the prince
my brother has come to prove his valor, and to say that, if any of the
knights here assembled choose to meet him in the joust, he will
encounter them, one by one, at the stair of Merlin, by the Fountain of
the Pine. And his conditions are these: No knight who chances to be
thrown shall be allowed to renew the combat, but shall remain prisoner
to my brother, but if my brother be overthrown, he shall depart out of
the country, leaving me as the prize of the conqueror."
Now it must be stated that this Angelica and her brother who
called himself Uberto, but whose real name was Argalia, were the
children of Galafron, king of Cathay, who had sent them to be the
destruction of the Christian host; for Argalia was armed with an
enchanted lance, which unfailingly overthrew everything it touched,
and he was mounted on a horse, a creature of magic, whose swiftness
outstripped the wind. Angelica possessed also a ring which was a
defence against all enchantments, and when put into the mouth rendered
the bearer invisible. Thus Argalia was expected to subdue and take
prisoners whatever knights should dare to encounter him; and the
charms of Angelica were relied on to entice the paladins to make the
fatal venture, while her ring would afford her easy means of escape.
When Angelica ceased speaking, she knelt before the king and awaited
his answer, and everybody gazed on her with admiration. Orlando
especially felt irresistibly drawn towards her, so that he trembled
and changed countenance. Every knight in the hall was infected with
the same feeling, not excepting old white-headed Duke Namo and
Charlemagne himself.
All stood for a while in silence, lost in the delight of looking
at her. The fiery youth Ferrau could hardly restrain himself from
seizing her from the giants and carrying her away; Rinaldo turned as
red as fire, while Malagigi, who had discovered by his art that the
stranger was not speaking the truth, muttered softly, as he looked
at her, "Exquisite false creature! I will play thee such a trick for
this, as will leave thee no cause to boast of thy visit."
Charlemagne, to detain her as long as possible before him, delayed
his assent till he had asked her a number of questions, all of which
she answered discreetly, and then the challenge was accepted.
As soon as she was gone, Malagigi consulted his book, and found
out the whole plot of the vile, infidel king Galafron, as we have
explained it, so he determined to seek the damsel and frustrate her
designs. He hastened to the appointed spot, and there found the prince
and his sister in a beautiful pavilion, where they lay asleep, while
the four giants kept watch. Malagigi took his book and cast a spell
out of it, and immediately the four giants fell into a deep sleep.
Drawing his sword (for he was a belted knight), he softly approached
the young lady, intending to despatch her at once; but, seeing her
look so lovely, he paused for a moment, thinking there was no need
of hurry, as he believed his spell was upon her, and she could not
wake. But the ring which she wore secured her from the effect of the
spell, and some slight noise, or whatever else it was, caused her at
that moment to awake. She uttered a great cry, and flew to her
brother, and waked him. By the help of her knowledge of enchantment,
they took and bound fast the magician, and, seizing his book, turned
his arts against himself. Then they summoned a crowd of demons, and
bade them seize their prisoner and bear him to king Galafron, at his
great city of Albracca, which they did, and, on his arrival, he was
locked up in a rock under the sea.
While these things were going on, all was uproar at Paris, since
Orlando insisted upon being the first to try the adventure at the
stair of Merlin. This was resented by the other pretenders to
Angelica, and all contested his right to the precedence. The tumult
was stilled by the usual expedient of drawing lots, and the first
prize was drawn by Astolpho. Ferrau, the Saracen, had the second,
and Grandonio the third. Next came Berlinghieri, and Otho; then
Charles himself, and, as his ill-fortune would have it, after thirty
more, the indignant Orlando.
Astolpho, who drew the first lot, was handsome, brave, and rich.
But, whether from heedlessness or want of skill, he was an unlucky
jouster, and very apt to be thrown, an accident which he bore with
perfect good-humor, always ready to mount again and try to mend his
fortune, generally with no better success.
Astolpho went forth upon his adventure with great gayety of dress
and manner, encountered Argalia, and was immediately tilted out of the
saddle. He railed at fortune, to whom he laid all the fault; but his
painful feelings were somewhat relieved by the kindness of Angelica,
who, touched by his youth and good looks, granted him the liberty of
the pavilion, and caused him to be treated with all kindness and
respect.
The violent Ferrau had the next chance in the encounter, and was
thrown no less speedily than Astolpho; but he did not so easily put up
with his mischance. Crying out, "What are the Emperor's engagements to
me?" he rushed with his sword against Argalia, who, being forced to
defend himself, dismounted and drew his sword, but got so much the
worse of the fight that he made a signal of surrender, and, after some
words, listened to a proposal of marriage from Ferrau to his sister.
The beauty, however, feeling no inclination to match with such a rough
and savage-looking person, was so dismayed at the offer, that, hastily
bidding her brother to meet her in the forest of Arden, she vanished
from the sight of both by means of the enchanted ring. Argalia, seeing
this, took to his horse of swiftness, and dashed away in the same
direction. Ferrau pursued him, and Astolpho, thus left to himself,
took possession of the enchanted lance in place of his own, which
was broken, not knowing the treasure he possessed in it, and
returned to the tournament. Charlemagne, finding the lady and her
brother gone, ordered the jousting; to proceed as at first intended,
in which Astolpho, by aid of the enchanted lance, unhorsed all
comers against him, equally to their astonishment and his own.
The paladin Rinaldo, on learning the issue of the combat of Ferrau
and the stranger, galloped after the fair fugitive in an agony of love
and impatience. Orlando, perceiving his disappearance, pushed forth in
like manner; and, at length, all three are in the forest of Arden,
hunting about for her who is invisible.
Now in this forest there were two fountains, the one constructed
by the sage Merlin, who designed it for Tristram and the fair Isoude;*
for such was the virtue of this fountain, that a draught of its waters
produced an oblivion of the love which the drinker might feel, and
even produced aversion for the object formerly beloved. The other
fountain was endowed with exactly opposite qualities, and a draught of
it inspired love for the first living object that was seen after
tasting it. Rinaldo happened to come to the first-mentioned
fountain, and, being flushed with heat, dismounted, and quenched in
one draught both his thirst and his passion. So far from loving
Angelica as before, he hated her from the bottom of his heart,
became disgusted with the search he was upon, and, feeling fatigued
with his ride, finding a sheltered and flowery nook, laid himself down
and fell asleep.

* See their story in "The Age of Chivalry."

Shortly after came Angelica, but, approaching in a different
direction, she espied the other fountain, and there quenched her
thirst. Then resuming her way, she came upon the sleeping Rinaldo.
Love instantly seized her, and she stood rooted to the spot.
The meadow round was all full of lilies of the valley and wild
roses. Angelica, not knowing what to do, at length plucked a handful
of these, and dropped them, one by one, on the face of the sleeper. He
woke up, and, seeing who it was, received her salutations with averted
countenance, remounted his horse, and galloped away. In vain the
beautiful creature followed and called after him, in vain asked him
what she had done to be so despised. Rinaldo disappeared, leaving
her in despair, and she returned in tears to the spot where she had
found him sleeping. There, in her turn, she herself lay down, pressing
the spot of earth on which he had lain, and, out of fatigue and
sorrow, fell asleep.
As Angelica thus lay, fortune conducted Orlando to the same place.
The attitude in which she was sleeping was so lovely, that it is not
to be conceived, much less expressed. Orlando stood gazing like a
man who had been transported to another sphere. "Am I on earth," he
exclaimed, "or am I in Paradise? Surely it is I that sleep, and this
is my dream."
But his dream was proved to be none in a manner which he little
desired. Ferrau, who had slain Argalia, came up, raging with jealousy,
and a combat ensued which awoke the sleeper.
Terrified at what she beheld, she rushed to her palfrey, and,
while the fighters were occupied with one another, fled away through
the forest. The champions continued their fight till they were
interrupted by a messenger, who brought word to Ferrau that king
Marsilius, his sovereign, was in pressing need of his assistance,
and conjured him to return to Spain. Ferrau, upon this, proposed to
suspend the combat to which Orlando, eager to pursue Angelica, agreed.
Ferrau, on the other hand, departed with the messenger to Spain.
Orlando's quest for the fair fugitive was all in vain. Aided by
the powers of magic, she made a speedy return to her own country.
But the thought of Rinaldo could not be banished from her mind,
and she determined to set Malagigi at liberty, and to employ him to
win Rinaldo, if possible, to make her a return of affection. She
accordingly freed him from his dungeon, unlocking his fetters with her
own hands, and restored him his book, promising him ample honors and
rewards, on condition of his bringing Rinaldo to her feet.
Malagigi accordingly, with the aid of his book, called up a demon,
mounted him, and departed. Arrived at his destination, he inveigled
Rinaldo into an enchanted bark, which conveyed him, without any
visible pilot, to an island where stood an edifice called Joyous
Castle. The whole island was a garden. On the western side, close to
the sea, was the palace, built of marble, so clear and polished that
it reflected the landscape about it. Rinaldo leapt ashore, and soon
met a lady, who invited him to enter. The house was as beautiful
within as without, full of rooms adorned with azure and gold, and with
noble paintings. The lady led the knight into an apartment painted
with stories, and opening to the garden, through pillars of crystal,
with golden capitals. Here he found a bevy of ladies, three of whom
were singing in concert, while another played on an instrument of
exquisite accord, and the rest danced round about them. When the
ladies beheld him coming, they turned the dance into a circuit round
him, and then one of them, in the sweetest manner, said, "Sir
Knight, the tables are set, and the hour for the banquet is come";
and, with these words, still dancing, they drew him across the lawn in
front of the apartment, to a table that was spread with cloth of
gold and fine linen, under a bower of damask roses by the side of a
fountain.
Four ladies were already seated there, who rose, and placed
Rinaldo at their head, in a chair set with pearls. And truly indeed
was he astonished. A repast ensued, consisting of viands the most
delicate, and wines as fragrant as they were fine, drunk out of
jewelled cups; and, when it drew towards its conclusion, harps and
lutes were heard in the distance, and one of the ladies said in the
knight's ear: "This house and all that you see in it are yours; for
you alone was it built, and the builder is a queen. Happy indeed
must you think yourself, for she loves you, and she is the greatest
beauty in the world. Her name is Angelica."
The moment Rinaldo heard the name he so detested, he started up,
with a changed countenance, and, in spite of all that the lady could
say, broke off across the garden, and never ceased hastening till he
reached the place where he landed. The bark was still on the shore. He
sprang into it, and pushed off, though he saw nobody in it but
himself. It was in vain for him to try to control its movements, for
it dashed on as if in fury, till it reached a distant shore covered
with a gloomy forest. Here Rinaldo, surrounded by enchantments of a
very different sort from those which he had lately resisted, was
entrapped into a pit.
The pit belonged to a castle called Altaripa, which was hung with
human heads, and painted red with blood. As the paladin was viewing
the scene with amazement, a hideous old woman made her appearance at
the edge of the pit, and told him that he was destined to be thrown to
a monster, who was only kept from devastating the whole country by
being supplied with living human flesh. Rinaldo said, "Be it so; let
me but remain armed as I am, and I fear nothing." The old woman
laughed in derision. Rinaldo remained in the pit all night, and the
next morning was taken to the place where the monster had his den.
It was a court surrounded by a high wall. Rinaldo was shut in with the
beast, and a terrible combat ensued. Rinaldo was unable to make any
impression on the scales of the monster, while he, on the contrary,
with his dreadful claws, tore away plate and mail from the paladin.
Rinaldo began to think his last hour was come, and cast his eyes
around and above to see if there was any means of escape He
perceived a beam projecting from the wall at the height of some ten
feet, and, taking a leap almost miraculous, he succeeded in reaching
it, and in flinging himself up across it. Here he sat for hours, the
hideous brute continually trying to reach him. All at once, he heard
the sound of something coming through the air like a bird, and
suddenly Angelica herself alighted on the end of the beam. She held
something in her hand towards him, and spoke to him in a loving voice.
But the moment Rinaldo saw her, he commanded her to go away, refused
all her offers of assistance, and at length declared that, if she
did not leave him, he would cast himself down to the monster and
meet his fate.
Angelica, saying she would lose her life rather than displease
him, departed; but first she threw to the monster a cake of wax she
had prepared, and spread around him a rope knotted with nooses. The
beast took the bait, and, finding his teeth glued together by the wax,
vented his fury in bounds and leaps, and, soon getting entangled in
the nooses, drew them tight by his struggles, so that he could
scarcely move a limb.
Rinaldo, watching his chance, leapt down upon his back, seized him
round the neck, and throttled him, not relaxing his grip till the
beast fell dead.
Another difficulty remained to be overcome. The walls were of
immense height, and the only opening in them was a grated window of
such strength that he could not break the bars. In his distress
Rinaldo found a file which Angelica had left on the ground, and,
with the help of this, effected his deliverance.
What further adventures he met with will be told in another chapter.

Thomas Bulfinch

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