HOW GUY FOUGHT WITH THE GIANT AMERAUNT
 Through many heathen lands Guy traveled on his way to
Palestine. He was often weary and hungry, his face was
tanned by the sun and the wind, his feet were cut and
bleeding with the hard stones on the road; he had many
dangers to meet, many difficulties to overcome, but
still he went on, never faltering or pausing.
At last one day as he walked he came upon an old man
sitting by the wayside. His hair was white and his
beard was long, but his face was very grand and noble,
and Guy felt sure that he must be some great lord.
Although he was old he seemed a bold man and a strong,
but now he sat
 by the wayside weeping and moaning, "Alas that I was
born!"Goodman," said Guy, "why dost thou make such sorrow and
"Pilgrim," replied the man, "I will tell thee, since
thou askest. But I fear me thou canst little mend the
matter. I am Earl Jonas of Durras. In the castle near
by lives a giant called Ameraunt. While I was in a
far country fighting the Saracens, he stole away my
daughter, who is famed in all lands for her beauty and
goodness. I have fifteen strong sons, and they all
vowed to save their sister from the giant. But one by
one he has seized and conquered them, and shut them up
in his dread castle. I know not now whether they be
dead or alive, so I sit and mourn. For who shall
deliver my daughter and my sons from the fearful giant?
Guy of Warwick alone could conquer him. But I have
sought far and wide for him in vain. Even in England
they know not where he is to be found. Then the old
man let his head fall forward
 on his breast, and cried again, "Alas that I was born!"
"Earl," said Guy, "grieve not so. I have ever been
accounted a doughty man. Give me sword and armour and
I will fight the giant, and please Heaven, will set
free thy daughter and thy sons."
Earl Jonas gazed at Guy in astonishment. He looked him
up and down, and saw that he was tall and strong, but
very thin; his hair was long and wild, and he seemed
more like a man of the wilderness than a soldier.
"I thank thee, Sir Pilgrim," he said at last, "for thy
good-will, but thou knowest not this heathen giant. He
is so gaunt and grim, that if he did but look at thee
with his fierce eye, thy heart would fail thee and thou
"Do not fear, Sir Earl," replied Guy, "many an one hath
looked upon me in wrath, yet have I never fled from any
in battle. God, who has so great power, will give me
grace and might to slay the giant, for this is a
 Then Earl Jonas fell upon his knees and kissed Guy's
hand. "What is thy name," he asked, "that I many know
who it is has so great courage?"
My name is Young," said Guy, not wishing to be known.
Then Earl Jonas led Guy to his house, and offered him
beautiful robes to wear. But Guy refused them. "Give
me meat and drink," he said, "weapons and good armour.
That is all I ask."
So Earl Jonas ordered his servants to bring forth his
most splendid armour. The hauberk, as the coat of mail
was called, had once belonged to a great king. It was
wrought of steel so fine and bright that it shone like
silver. The helmet had belonged to another great king,
and was inlaid with gold, and set with jewels. The
sword had been the weapon of a famous hero called
Hector, the shield was rich with gold and colours, and
as Guy stepped out ready to fight, each man there asked
his fellow who this might be, for never
 surely had more splendid knight been seen.
Mounting upon a horse, Guy rode to the castle of the
giant Ameraunt. "Come forth and fight," he called.
Ameraunt looked forth from his castle walls. "Who art
thou," he cried, "who art thus bold? Dost thou desire
that thy carcase shall feed the crows? Look and see
how many bones whiten in the sun around these
But Guy was not afraid. "Come forth," he cried again.
"That will I," replied the giant, "and make short work
of thee and thy insolence."
The castle gates flew open, and Ameraunt stalked out.
In one hand he held an enormous club, in the other he
carried the keys of the castle.
"It is no man, but the Evil One himself," thought Guy,
as he watched him come.
Then the fight began, and fierce and terrible it was.
One blow from the giant's club fell upon
 Guy's helmet with such force that the jewels in it were
scattered upon the grass. Another battered his shield
so that it was almost broken in two. A third clove his
saddle bow, wounding his horse so that it staggered and
fell. God of all might," cried Guy, springing up
again, shield me from death this day."
Stroke after stroke fell. Sparks flew as Guy's sword
clashed with Ameraunts might, steel-shod club; and as
he fought the giant grew ever more and more wrathful,
until at last, with a most fearful blow, he brought Guy
to his knees. Never before in any fight had this
happened to Guy. But in a moment he was up again, and
soon he in his turn brought the giant to his knees.
But he, too, sprang up again, and the fight went on as
fiercely as before.
It was midsummer, and the sun was hot. Ameraunt was
weary and thirsty. "Hold, noble Knight," he cried at
last, "never have I met man like unto thee. Forty
giants have I slain, and not one of them could
 stand against me as thou dost. Hear now, thou
Christian man, for the love of thy God and for charity
let me drink a little, or from very thirst my heart
will break. Let me drink now, and if thou art athirst
later thou too shalt drink."
Sir," said Guy, "thou sayest well.
So the giant kneeled upon the ground, and, putting his
lips to the stream which flowed near, drank. So deep a
draught did he take that it seemed as if he would drink
the river dry.
While Ameraunt drank Guy stood stone still. He could
easily have killed the giant as he knelt, but he would
not take so mean an advantage.
At length Ameraunt rose, refreshed. "Sir Knight, he
cried, "yield thee now or I trow thou shalt soon be a
dead man. Thou wert very simple to let me drink, for
now I am as fresh as ever I was."
"Yield will I never," replied Guy, and once more the
fight began. Guy's helmet, shield,
 up again he set upon Ameraunt with new vigour. Swing
his sword mightily, he cut off the giant's right arm.
Howling with rage and pain, Ameraunt tried to continue
the fight with his left, but his strength began to ebb.
At last he slipped and fell, and with one blow Guy cut
off his head.
Through all the long summer's day the fight had lasted,
and the red sun was making the hills glow with crimson
and purple as Guy, weary and wounded, bent to take the
keys of the castle which lay by the dead giant's side.
Then slowly he limped to the castle entrance. The key
grated in the lock, and the gates flew open. Guy
entered the gloomy place, and, one by one, unlocked the
Cell after cell was thrown open. Out of them came many
noble knights, brave men, and fair ladies. The were
pale and worn with suffering and hunger, and so long
had they lain in darkness that they could not at first
bear the sunshine, but hid their faces.
IT SEEMED AS IF HE WOULD DRINK THE RIVER DRY.
 Last of all, in the deepest and darkest dungeon, Guy
found the Earl's beautiful daughter and her fifteen
brave brothers. He led them to their father, who,
weeping for joy, fell upon his knees, offering Guy
great rewards, even to half of his possessions.
But Guy would take nothing, and putting off his
splendid armour, he dressed himself once more in his
pilgrim's robe, and with his staff in his hand set out
again upon his journey.
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