upon it. And, behold, there was a knight lying dead in his armour,
and a young damsel in a riding-dress standing over him, lamenting.
"Ah! Lady," said Geraint, "what hath befallen thee?" "Behold," she
answered, "I journeyed here with my beloved husband, when, lo! three
giants came upon us, and without any cause in the world, they slew
him." "Which way went they hence?" said Geraint. "Yonder by the
high road," she replied. So he returned to Enid. "Go," said he, "to
the lady that is below yonder, and await me there till I come." She
was sad when he ordered her to do thus, but nevertheless she went to
the damsel, whom it was ruth to hear, and she felt certain that
Geraint would never return. Meanwhile Geraint followed the giants,
and overtook them. And each of them was greater of stature than
three other men, and a huge club was on the shoulder of each. Then
he rushed upon one of them, and thrust his lance through his body.
And having drawn it forth again, he pierced another of them through
likewise. But the third turned upon him, and struck him with his
club, so that he split his shield, and crushed his shoulder, and
opened his wounds anew, and all his blood began to flow from him.
But Geraint drew his sword, and attacked the giant, and gave him a
blow on the crown of his head so severe, and fierce, and violent,
that his head and his neck were split down to his shoulders, and he
fell dead. So Geraint left him thus, and returned to Enid. And when
he saw her, he fell down lifeless from his horse. Piercing, and
loud, and thrilling was the cry that Enid uttered. And she came and
stood over him where he had fallen. And at the sound of her cries
came the Earl of Limours, and the host that journeyed with him, whom
her lamentations brought out of their road. And the Earl said to
Enid, "Alas, Lady, what hath befallen thee?" "Ah! good Sir," said
she, "the only man I have loved, or ever shall love, is slain." Then
he said to the other, "And what is the cause of thy grief?" "They