{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/mart/mart048.htm","path":"neu/mart/mart048.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/mart/mart048.htm","text":"Le Morte d'Arthur BOOK III CHAPTER III\n \n Sacred Texts\u00a0\n Legends and Sagas\u00a0\n Index\u00a0\n BOOK III\u00a0\n Previous\u00a0\n Next\u00a0\n \n \n CHAPTER III\n \n How a poor man riding upon a lean mare desired King\n Arthur to make his son knight.\n \n FORTHWITHAL there came a poor man into the court, and brought\n with him a fair young man of eighteen years of age riding upon a\n lean mare; and the poor man asked all men that he met, Where\n shall I find King Arthur? Yonder he is, said the knights, wilt\n thou anything with him? Yea, said the poor man, therefore I came\n hither. Anon as he came before the king, he saluted him and\n said: O King Arthur, the flower of all knights and kings, I\n beseech Jesu save thee. Sir, it was told me that at this time of\n your marriage ye would give any man the gift that <82>he would\n ask, out except that were unreasonable. That is truth, said the\n king, such cries I let make, and that will I hold, so it apair\n not my realm nor mine estate. Ye say well and graciously, said\n the poor man; Sir, I ask nothing else but that ye will make my\n son here a knight. It is a great thing thou askest of me, said\n the king. What is thy name? said the king to the poor man. Sir,\n my name is Aries the cowherd. Whether cometh this of thee or of\n thy son? said the king. Nay, sir, said Aries, this desire cometh\n of my son and not of me, for I shall tell you I have thirteen\n sons, and all they will fall to what labour I put them, and will\n be right glad to do labour, but this child will not labour for\n me, for anything that my wife or I may do, but always he will be\n shooting or casting darts, and glad for to see battles and to\n behold knights, and always day and night he desireth of me to be\n made a knight. What is thy name? said the king unto the young\n man. Sir, my name is Tor. The king beheld him fast, and saw he\n was passingly well-visaged and passingly well made of his years. \n Well, said King Arthur unto Aries the cowherd, fetch all thy sons\n afore me that I may see them. And so the poor man did, and all\n were shaped much like the poor man. But Tor was not like none of\n them all in shape nor in countenance, for he was much more than\n any of them. Now, said King Arthur unto the cow herd, where is\n the sword he shall be made knight withal? It is here, said Tor. \n Take it out of the sheath, said the king, and require me to make\n you a knight.\n \n Then Tor alighted off his mare and pulled out his sword,\n kneeling, and requiring the king that he would make him knight,\n and that he might be a knight of the Table Round. As for a\n knight I will make you, and therewith smote him in the neck with\n the sword, saying, Be ye a good knight, and so I pray to God so\n ye may be, and if ye be of prowess and of worthiness ye shall be\n a knight of the Table Round. Now Merlin, said Arthur, say\n whether this Tor shall be a good knight or no. Yea, sir, he\n ought to be a good knight, for he is come of as good a man as any\n is alive, and of kings' blood. How <83>so, sir? said the king. \n I shall tell you, said Merlin: This poor man, Aries the cowherd,\n is not his father; he is nothing sib to him, for King Pellinore\n is his father. I suppose nay, said the cowherd. Fetch thy wife\n afore me, said Merlin, and she shall not say nay. Anon the wife\n was fetched, which was a fair housewife, and there she answered\n Merlin full womanly, and there she told the king and Merlin that\n when she was a maid, and went to milk kine, there met with her a\n stern knight, and half by force he had my maidenhead, and at that\n time he begat my son Tor, and he took away from me my greyhound\n that I had that time with me, and said that he would keep the\n greyhound for my love. Ah, said the cowherd, I weened not this,\n but I may believe it well, for he had never no tatches of me. \n Sir, said Tor unto Merlin, dishonour not my mother. Sir, said\n Merlin, it is more for your worship than hurt, for your father is\n a good man and a king, and he may right well advance you and your\n mother, for ye were begotten or ever she was wedded. That is\n truth, said the wife. It is the less grief unto me, said the\n cowherd.","title":"Le Morte d'Arthur BOOK III CHAPTER III","type":"page"}