HOW AT LAST GUY WENT HOME
 After Guy left the King, he journeyed on towards
Warwick. And when he came to the town over which he
was lord and master, no one knew him. So he mixed with
the poor men who came every morning to the castle gates
to receive food from the Countess.
Guy listened to what those around him said. He heard
them praise and bless Phyllis, calling her the best
woman that had ever lived, and his heart was glad.
Pale and trembling, Guy bent before his wife, to
receive food from her hands. He was so changed that
even she did not know him, but she felt very sorry for
the poor man who seemed so thin and worn, so she spoke
kindly to him and gave him more food than the others,
and told him to come every day as long as he lived.
 Guy thanked her, and turned slowly away. He remembered
that a hermit lived in a cave not far off, and to him
he went. But when he reached the cave he found it
empty. The hermit had been dead many years.
Guy then made up his mind to live in the cave. Every
morning he went to the castle to receive food from
Phyllis. But he would only take the simples things,
often eating nothing but bread and drinking water from
the spring which flowed near.
Every evening Guy could hear Phyllis as she paced to
and fro, for her walk was not far from the hermits
cave. But still some strange enchantment, as it were,
held him dumb, and although he still loved her,
although he knew that she sorrowed and longed for him
to return home, he could not say, "I am here."
At last one day Guy became very ill. He had no longer
strength to go to the castle, so calling a passing
countryman to him, he gave him a ring. It was the ring
which Phyllis had given him, and which he had
 kept ever with him through all his pilgrimage. "Take
this, he said to the countryman, "and carry it to Fair
Phyllis, the Countess of Warwick."
But the countryman was afraid. "I have never spoken to
a great lady, and I do not know how to address her," he
said. "Besides she may be angry with me, and I shall
get into trouble if I carry a ring to the Earl"s wife."
"Do not fear," said Guy, "the Countess will not be
angry; rather will she reward thee. Tell her to come
hastily or I die."
So the countryman took the ring, and, coming to the
Countess, fell upon his knees. "Lady," he said, "a
pilgrim who lives yonder in the forest sends thee this
Phyllis took the ring, and, as she looked at it, a
strange light came into her eyes. Like one in a dream
she passed her hand over her forehead. "It is mine own
lord, Sir Guy," she cried, and fell senseless to the
The countryman was much frightened, but
 her ladies ran to the Countess and raised her, and soon
she opened her eyes.
"Friend," she said to the countryman, "tell me where is
he who gave thee this ring?"
"He is in the hermits cave," replied the man, "and he
bade me say that thou must hasten ere he die."
Right glad was Phyllis at the thought of seeing Guy
again, yet sorrowful lest she should find him dead.
So, calling for her mule, she mounted and rode speedily
towards the cave, the countryman running before to show
And when they came to the cave Phyllis went in, and
kneeling beside Guy, put her arms round him, crying
bitterly. "Dear," he said, "weep not, for I go where
sorrows end." Then
"He kissed her fair and courteously,
With that he died hastily."
POOR MEN CAME EVERY MORNING TO THE CASTLE GATES TO RECEIVE FOOD FROM THE COUNTESS.
There was sorrow through all the land when it was known
that Guy, the great hero,
 was dead. He was buried with much pomp and ceremony,
the King and Queen, and all the greatest nobles of the
land, coming to the funeral. And Phyllis, not caring
to live longer, now that she knew that Guy was indeed
dead, died too, and they were both buried in the same
Then minstrels sang of Guy's valiant deeds, and of how
he had slain giants and dragons, and of how me might
have been an emperor and a king over many lands, and
how he was ever a gentle and courteous knight.
"Thus endeth the tale of Sir Guy:
God, on his soul have mercy,
And on ours when we be dead,
And grant us in heaven to have stead."
If you ever go to Warwick you will see, in the castle
there, Guy's sword and armour. Wise people will tell
you that they never belonged to Guy, but to some other
man who lived much later. Well, perhaps they are
 The cave where Guy lived as a hermit and where he died
is about a miel and half from Warwick. But you cannot
see it now as it is in a private garden. Beside it is
Fair Phyllis's Walk and the spring from which Guy used
to drink, which is still called Guy's Well. There too,
in the chapel of the house which now stands there, is a
statue of Guy, very old and broken.
Upon the wall of the cave is some writing. You will
not be able to read it, for it is Saxon, but it means,
"Cast out, Thou Christ, from Thy servant this burden."
Did Guy, I wonder, or some other, in days of loneliness
and despair, carve these words?
If you ask why Guy did these things,—why, when he was
happy and had everything he could desire, he threw away
that happiness, and wandered out into the world to
endure hunger, and weariness, and suffering,—or why,
when at last he came back and found his beautiful wife
waiting and longing for his return, he did not go to
her and be happy again, I cannot tell you certainly.
 perhaps it may be explained in this way. In those
far-off days there was nothing for great men to do but
fight. What they had they had won by the sword, and
they kept it by the sword. So they went swaggering
over the world, fighting and shedding blood, and the
more men a knight killed, the more blood he shed, the
greater was his fame. It was impossible for a man to
live in the world and be at peace with his fellows. So
when he desired peace he had to cut himself off from
the world and all who lived in it, and go to live like
a hermit in some lonely cave, or wander as a pilgrim in
desolate places. And so it was with Guy.
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