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Hardcover
First published January 1, 1380
hospitals and monasteries they hammered to the earth,Then off to Tuscany to make "worthy widows wail with sorrow" as his forces deal out "violence without pity" before "this true royal with his Round Table" settles down "among mirth and melody and many kinds of pleasures; nowhere on earth was humankind as happy" (pp. 115-116)! Against such a backdrop, it's hard to avoid the feeling that Arthur's fall from the top of the Wheel of Fortune comes not a moment too soon.
and churches and chapels with their chalk-white paint,
till sturdy stone steeples lay scattered in the streets,
and houses with chimneys and many choice hostelries.
As they pummelled and pulverised the plastered walls
the agony of inhabitants was harrowing to hear.
... Sir Gawain the good in his gay armes,Armitage gives us (pp. 143-44):
Umbegripped the gers and on grouf fallen,
His banners braiden down, beten of gules,
His brand and his brode sheld all bloody berunnen.
... good Sir Gawain in his glinting gear,A few lines later, Arthur's lament:
face down in the field, fists full of grass,
his bold red banners brought to the floor,
his sword and broad shield swimming with blood.
"Alas," said Sir Arthur, "now eekes my sorrow!becomes (p. 144):
I am utterly undone in mine owen landes!
A doutous, derf dede, thou dwelles too long!
Why drawes thou so on dregh? Thou drownes mine herte!"
"For pity," said Arthur, "such pain overpowers me;Here and throughout this very readable book, Armitage's re-phrasings - when he chooses to make them - are largely skillful, natural, and well-judged.
I am utterly laid low in my own land.
O dire, dreadful death, you drag your heels.
Why dawdle and draw back? You drown my heart."