arry Geraint to the
hall. 'His charger is a noble one, bring it too,' shouted the Earl.

His men unwillingly carried Geraint to the hall, and laid him down
on a stretcher there, and left him.

Enid bent over him, chafing his cold hands, and calling him to come
back to her.

After a long time Geraint opened his eyes. He saw Enid tenderly
watching him, and he felt Enid's tears dropping on his face. 'She
weeps for me,' he thought; but he did not move, but lay there as if
he were dead.

In the evening the Earl came into the great hall and called for
dinner, and many knights and ladies sat down with him, but no one
remembered Enid. But when the Earl had finished eating and
drinking, his eye fell on her. He remembered how she had wept for
her wounded lord in the morning.

'Do not weep any more, but eat and be merry. Then I will marry you,
and you shall share my earldom, and I will hunt for you,' said the
wild Earl.

Enid's head drooped lower, and she murmured, 'Leave me alone, I
beseech you, for my lord is surely dead.'

The Earl hardly heard what she said, but thought Enid was thanking
him. 'Yes, eat and be glad,' he repeated, 'for you are mine.'

'How can I ever be glad again?' said Enid, thinking, 'Surely
Geraint is dead.'

But the Earl was growing impatient. He seized her roughly, and made
her sit at the table, and he put food before her, shouting, 'Eat.'

'No,' said Enid, 'I will not eat, till my lord arises and eats with
me.'

'Then drink,' said the Earl, and he thrust a cup to her lips.

'No,' said Enid, 'I will not drink, till my lord arises and drinks
with me; and if he does not arise, I will not drink wine till I
die.'

The Earl strode up and down the hall in a great rage. 'If you will
neither eat nor drink, will you take off this old faded dress?'
said the Earl. And he told one of his women to bring Enid a robe,
which had been woven across the sea, and which was covered with
many gems.

But Enid told the Earl how Geraint had first seen and loved her in
the dress she wore, and how he had asked her to wear it when he
took her to the Queen. 'And when we started on this sad journey, I
wore it again, to win back his love,' she said, 'and I will never
take it off till he arises and bids me.'

Then the Earl was angry. He came close to Enid, and struck her on
the cheek with his hand.

And Enid thought, 'He would not have dared to strike me, if he had
not known that my lord was truly dead,' and she g