HOW GUY FOUGHT WITH THE GIANT COLBRAND
 For some time after Guy went away Phyllis was very
sorrowful. "Alas!" she cried, "this is punishment for
my pride. Had I never sent Guy away to seek adventures
he would not leave me now." Thus she wept and mourned,
and was so sad that she longed to die. At times she
even thought of killing herself. She would draw out
Guy's great sword which he had left behind, and think
how easy it would be to run it through her heart. But
she remembered that the good fairies had promised to
send her a little son, and so she made up her mind to
live until he came. When the good fairies brought the
baby she called him Reinbroun, and he
 was so pretty and so dear that Phyllis was comforted.
Then, because her lord was far away, and could not
attend to his great lands nor to the ruling of his many
servants, Phyllis did so for him. She ruled and
ordered her household well; she made new roads and
rebuilt bridges which had been broken down. She
journeyed through all the land, seeing that wrong was
made right and evildoers punished. She fed the poor,
tended the sick, and comforted those in sorrow, and,
besides all this, she built great churches and abbeys.
So year after year passed, but still Guy did not
return. All day Phyllis was busy and had no time for
grief, but when evening came she would go to pace up
and down a path (which to this day is called "Fair
Phyllis's Walk") where she and Guy had often walked
together. Now as she wandered there alone, the hot,
slow tears would come, and she would feel miserable and
At last, after many years full of adventures
 and travel, Guy reached England once more. He was now
an old man. His beard was long, his hair had grown
white, and in the weather-beaten pilgrim none could
recognize the gallant knight and earl, Guy of Warwick.
When Guy landed in England he found the whole country
in sore dread. For Anlaf, King of Denmark, had invaded
England with a great army. With fire and sword he had
wasted the land, sparing neither tower nor town, man,
woman, nor child, but destroying all that came in his
path. Fight how they might, the English could not
drive out the Danes.
Now they were in deep despair, for the enemy lay before
the King's city of Winchester. With them was a
terrible giant called Colbrand, and Anlaf had sent a
message to King Athelstane, as the King who now reigned
over all England was called, demanding that he should
either find a champion to fight with Colbrand or
deliver over his kingdom.
So the King had sent messengers north,
 south, east, and west, but in all the land no knight
could be found who was brave enough to face the awful
giant. And now within the great church of Winchester
the King with his priests and people knelt, praying God
to send a champion.
"Where, then, is Heraud?" asked Guy of the man who told
him this tale. "Where is Heraud, who never yet forsook
man in need?"
"Alas! He has gone far beyond the seas," replied the
man, "and so has Guy of Warwick. We know not where
Then Guy took his staff and turned his steps toward
Winchester. Coming there, he found the King sitting
among his wise men. "I bid you," he was saying to
them, "give me some counsel how I may defend my country
against the Danes. Is there any knight among you who
will fight this giant? Half my kingdom he shall have,
and that gladly, if he conquer."
But all the wise men, knights and nobles, stood silent
and looked upon the ground.
 "Oh woe is me!" then cried the King, "that I rule over
such cowards. To what have my English come that I may
not find one knight among them bold enough to do battle
for his King and country? Oh that Guy of Warwick were
Then through the bright crowd of steel-clad nobles
there came a tall old man, dressed in a worn, dark,
pilgrims robe, with bare feet and head, and a staff in
"My Lord King," he said, "I will fight for thee."
"Thou," said the King in astonishment, "thou seemest
more fit to pray than to fight for us."
"Believe me, my Lord King," said Guy, for of course it
was he, "this hand has often held a sword, and never
yet have I been worsted in fight."
Then since there is none other," said the King, "fight,
and God strengthen thee."
Now Guy was very tall, and no armour could be found
anywhere to fit him. "Send
 to the Countess of Warwick," said Guy at last. "Ask
her to lend the Earl's weapons and armour for the
saving of England."
That is well thought of," said the King.
So a swift messenger was sent to Warwick Castle, and he
presently returned with Guys armour. He at once put it
on, and the people marveled that it should fit him so
well, for none knew, or guessed, that the pilgrim was
Guy then went out to meet the giant, and all the people
crowded to the walls of Winchester to watch their
Colbrand came forth. He was so huge that no horse
could carry him, and he wore a whole wagon-load of
weapons. His armour was pitch-black except his shield,
which was blood-red and had a white owl painted upon
it. He was a fearsome sight to look upon, and as he
strode along shaking his spear every one trembled for
'THOU', SAID THE KING,'THOU SEEMEST MORE FIT TO PRAY THAN TO FIGHT FOR US.'
It was a terrible and unequal fight. Tall though Guy
was, he could reach no higher
 than the giants shoulder with his spear, but yet he
wounded him again and again.
"I have never fought with any like thee," cried
Colbrand. "Yield, and I will ask King Anlaf to make
thee a general in the Danish army. Castle and tower
shalt thou have, and everything that thou canst desire,
if thou but do as I counsel thee."
"Better death than that," replied Guy, and still fought
on. At last, taking his battleaxe in both hands, he
gave Colbrand such a blow that his sword dropped to the
ground. As the giant reeled under the stroke, Guy
raised his battle-axe once more.
"His good axe he reared on high
With both hands full mightily;
He smote him in the neck so well,
That the head flew that very deal.
The giant dead on the earth lay;
The Danes made great sorrow that day."
Seeing their great champion fall, the Danes fled to
their ships. England was saved.
Then out of the city came all the people
 with the priests and King in great procession, and
singing hymns of praise as they went, they led Guy
The King brought Guy to his palace and offered him
splendid robes and great rewards, even to the half of
the kingdom. But Guy would have none of them. "Give
me my pilgrim's dress again, he said. And, in spite of
all the King could say, he put off his fine armour and
dressed himself again in his dark pilgrim"s robe.
"Tell me at least thy name," said the King, "so that
the minstrels may sing of thy great deeds, and that in
years to come the people may remember and bless thee."
"Bless God, not me," replied Guy. "He it was gave me
strength and power against the giant."
"Then if thou wilt not that the people know," said the
King, "tell thy name to me alon."
"So be it," said Guy. "Walk with me half a mile out of
the city, thou and I alone. Then will I tell thee my
 So the King in his royal robes, and the pilgrim in his
dull, dark gown, passed together out of the city gate.
When they had gone half a mile, Guy stood still.
"Sire," he said, "thou wouldst know my name. I am Guy
of Warwick, thine own knight. Once thou didst love me
well, now I am as thou dost see me."
At first the King could hardly believe that this poor
man was really the great Earl of Warwick, but when he
became sure of it he threw his arms round Guy and
kissed him. "Dear friend, we have long mourned for
thee as dead," he cried. "Now thou wilt come with me
and help me to rule, and I will honour thee above all
But Guy would not go back. He made the King promise to
tell no man who he was. This he did for the sake of
the oath which he had sworn, that he would never again
fight for glory but only for a righteous cause. Then
once more they kissed, and each turned his own way, the
King going sadly back to Winchester.
 As he entered the gates the people crowded round him,
eager to know who the pilgrim was. But King Athelstane
held up his hand. "Peace," he said, "I indeed know,
but I may not tell you. Go to your homes, thank God
for your deliverance, and pray for him who overcame the
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