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THE ROYAL HOUSE OF FRANCE - outriders poetry project

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© 2009 Max Wickert<br />

fortune succeeded in freeing him. He runs faster than any deer or stag, and he has a sharp nose and<br />

is a strong archer. If you promise to free him from prison and his chains, he will overtake Bevis and<br />

offer battle, and meanwhile your people will be at his back. In this way you will regain the lady and<br />

cause Bevis’ death.”<br />

Pulican was at once sent for. Brought in fetters before the king, he in brief words told him how<br />

things stood and said: “If you promise me to overtake him and succeed to get him into my hands, I<br />

swear by this crown to give you the rule of a city and to enfranchise you and make you exceedingly<br />

cherished at my court.”<br />

Pulican, in his desire to escape prison and gain his freedom, promised him all he wished and<br />

requested a light armor of tempered leather, a bow with many arrows, a sword, and three javelins.<br />

He dressed himself in the pilgrim garb that Bevis had worn, and then he said to the king: “Have<br />

your men follow me.” He took up a tattered piece of flag and said: “If I enter the forest, I will tie<br />

small strips of this flag to some branches, and by that sign your people can follow, for I will quickly<br />

overtake him.” Having said this, he left by the gate Bevis had used and followed his tracks. A great<br />

crowd of armed men rode out behind him, following the tokens and signs that Pulican provided.<br />

And he ran right along the track that Bevis had taken, knowing it by his scent and by the tracks.<br />

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Bevis had traveled with Drusiana until noon, when the lady, exhausted by waking and riding, said to<br />

Bevis: “O my lord, I am so tired that I can no longer sit on a horse. I pray you, let us move a little<br />

away from the road, so that I may snatch a few moments of rest.” And Bevis, having no other<br />

choice, did so.

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