The Canterbury Pilgrims | Page 4

have liked it, I know! These men had brought their Cook with them.
Some of the pilgrims had come from far afield. The Pardoner's home was in Roncivale, while the Shipman hailed from Dartmouth. There lay his little barque, "The Magdalene." His dagger hung on his lanyard and he rode unsteadily, in sailor fashion, on a nag.
From Bath we had a buxom Wife--a champion cloth-weaver. I daresay her Sunday head-dress weighed ten pounds. Even her riding-hat was as broad as a shield. Her stockings were scarlet. Her shoes were cut in the latest fashion and had sharp spurs attached. She had travelled far, even to Jerusalem, and gossipped amusingly of herself and her numerous adventures.
The Reeve of the company came from Baldeswelle in Norfolk.
A Miller, a Steward, a Doctor, a solemn Merchant, a Franklin and myself completed the company The Doctor was one of the best of his profession. He knew exactly when to make his images of wax, and under what moon he should gather his herbs. He was very learned; I could not tell you of all the authors he had read. He was rich too, for the Black Death had brought him no little gain.
Now let me tell what happened at the inn.
At supper we made a merry party, for the wine was strong, and Harry Bailey, our host, a jovial soul. Seeing us in good humour, he addressed us thus "My friends, you are welcome here. Tomorrow you depart; but surely it will be very dull if you ride silent and morose. I have a plan to keep you merry all the way. What say you, shall I tell it?" We held up our hands at once to vote that he should tell on. "This is my plan, then. As you journey to Canterbury every one of you shall tell a tale, and as you return every one shall tell another tale. He who tells the best shall be given a supper at the expense of the rest of us--here at this inn, when we come back. What say you? And indeed, to make you the jollier, I myself will go with you, to be your guide and governor!" We heartily agreed, begged him to be the judge of the tales, and promised to obey him in all things. So with laughter and jollity we went to bed betimes to rise early on the morrow;
Our host was as good as his word, and at day-break he roused us all and gathered us together. Off we rode at a gentle pace, with the Miller playing his bagpipes and the Summoner singing a loud bass to the Pardoner's tenor. At St. Thomas's watering-place our host stopped and called out, "Let's see now if you agree to last night's plan! Before we go further, come, draw lots who shall tell the first tale. Come hither Sir Knight, my Lady-Prioress, and you, you modest Clerk." He held out to them grasses of different lengths, hiding the ends in his hands so that they could not see which was the longest; and the Knight drew the longest grass, and so had to begin the game. He was a worthy man, this Knight, and loved truth and honour, freedom and courtesy. Although he had won great praise in many foreign wars, he was gentle and modest as a maid, perfect in manners and goodness. His clothes might have deceived you as to his rank. His habergeoun was bespattered with the mud of his latest journey, and his gipoun was but of fustian, yet his horse was a fine one. As you would expect, his tale was of chivalry and knighthood.

TALES OF THE FIRST DAY

THE KNIGHT'S TALE OF PALAMON AND ARCITE
Long ago, as old stories say, there was a great duke named Theseus, renowned in fight and perfect in all chivalry. One day, as he was returning from one of his most glorious battles, a great company of women met him, weeping and wringing their hands in grief. They besought Theseus that he would help them. "We are from Thebes," they said, "and in the days of our prosperity were ladies of rank; but alas, Creon, our foe, has sacked our city, slain our husbands and sons, and now denies us even the right to bury our dead."
Theseus was moved to anger at their story, and swore that he would punish Creon. Without more ado, he turned his horse and led his men to Thebes. There he killed Creon and his followers, and the mournful ladies were able to wash the bodies of their lords and give them honourable burial. Now it chanced that among those whom Theseus fought were two young knights, Palamon and Arcite. They were sorely wounded in the fight and had been I left for dead; but after the battle