And Mark freed a hundred of his slaves, and armed a score of squires that day with hauberk and with sword.

But Tristan that night hid with Orri, as the Queen had counselled him.

THE ORDEAL BY IRON

Denoalen, Andret, and Gondoin held themselves safe; Tristan was far over sea, far away in service of a distant king, and they beyond his power.  Therefore, during a hunt one day, as the King rode apart in a glade where the pack would pass, and hearkening to the hounds, they all three rode towards him, and said: 

“O King, we have somewhat to say.  Once you condemned the Queen without judgment, and that was wrong; now you acquit her without judgment, and that is wrong.  She is not quit by trial, and the barons of your land blame you both.  Counsel her, then, to claim the ordeal in God’s judgment, for since she is innocent, she may swear on the relics of the saints and hot iron will not hurt her.  For so custom runs, and in this easy way are doubts dissolved.”

But Mark answered: 

“God strike you, my Cornish lords, how you hunt my shame!  For you have I exiled my nephew, and now what would you now?  Would you have me drive the Queen to Ireland too?  What novel plaints have you to plead?  Did not Tristan offer you battle in this matter?  He offered battle to clear the Queen forever:  he offered and you heard him all.  Where then were your lances and your shields?”

“Sire,” they said, “we have counselled you loyal counsel as lieges and to your honour; henceforward we hold our peace.  Put aside your anger and give us your safe-guard.”

But Mark stood up in the stirrup and cried: 

“Out of my land, and out of my peace, all of you!  Tristan I exiled for you, and now go you in turn, out of my land!”

But they answered: 

“Sire, it is well.  Our keeps are strong and fenced, and stand on rocks not easy for men to climb.”

And they rode off without a salutation.

But the King (not tarrying for huntsman or for hound but straight away) spurred his horse to Tintagel; and as he sprang up the stairs the Queen heard the jangle of his spurs upon the stones.

She rose to meet him and took his sword as she was wont, and bowed before him, as it was also her wont to do; but Mark raised her, holding her hands; and when Iseult looked up she saw his noble face in just that wrath she had seen before the faggot fire.

She thought that Tristan was found, and her heart grew cold, and without a word she fell at the King’s feet.

He took her in his arms and kissed her gently till she could speak again, and then he said: 

“Friend, friend, what evil tries you?”

“Sire, I am afraid, for I have seen your anger.

“Yes, I was angered at the hunt.”

“My lord, should one take so deeply the mischances of a game?”

Mark smiled and said: