Hundreds of additional titles available for
online reading when you join Gateway to the Classics
HOW GUY FOUGHT WITH FIFTEEN VILLAINS
 ONCE again Guy reached the shore, and, the wind blowing
fair, he stepped on board his ship, and sailed away in
search of adventure.
He landed in France, and wandered through many lands,
everywhere winning praise and fame, and because he was
courteous and gentle, much love too. Other knights
joined him, sure of honour and renown if they but
followed in Guy's train. One of these knights was
called Heraud of Ardern, and between Heraud and Guy
there was great love. But some people hated Guy. Duke
Otto had neither forgotten nor forgiven Guy for having
overthrown him at the White Tournament. The more he
heard of Guy's great deeds the more he hated him.
Jealousy and anger filled his wicked heart,
 as, brooding and gloomy, he roamed about seeking ever
At last his chance came. Guy was wounded at a
Tournament, and afterwards rode away, attended only by
three friends, one of whom was Heraud. When Duke Otto
heard of this, he rejoiced greatly. Guy, wounded and
almost alone, would be easily overcome, he thought. So
he bribed fifteen villains to lie in wait for him in a
certain wood through which he must pass.
"His knights ye shall slay," said Otto; "but Sir Guy ye
shall take alive and bring unto me. In my dark prison
he shall lie. No ransom shall be great enough to buy
his freedom. From thence shall he never win. In
sorrow and woe he shall end." Then Otto laughed a low,
cruel laugh, and his little eyes gleamed with a wicked
"My lord, thy will shall be done," said the villains,
and taking their swords and spears they set out quickly
for the forest. There, lying still and quiet among the
green leaves, they waited for Guy.
 Soon he came. Knowing nothing of these wicked plots
against him, he rode slowly through the wood, mounted,
not upon his war-horse, but upon a little mule, for his
wound was still very painful, and he could go but
Suddenly, through the green branches, Guy and his
friends saw the gleam of steel helmets and the glitter
of swords and spears as the fifteen villains came
towards them with dark and evil look.
"Alas!" said Guy, "here is treachery. Truly death
comes to us now, for we are but four against fifteen.
But right dearly will I seel my life, and I charge ye
all that ye do manly work this day."
"Dear friend," said Heraud, "for the love thou bearest
me, go hence. Let us fight this fight, for thou art
sore wounded. For love of thee we will die gladly."
Then Guy answered right proudly, "If thou diest so also
will I. I will never go from thee," and getting off
his mule, he made ready to fight.
 "Sir Guy," called the leader of the villains, "yield
thee, or ye be all dead men. But if thou dost yield,
thou shalt have thy life, for we be Duke Otto's
soldiers, and he has charged us to bring thee to him
"By my troth," cried Guy, "that shall ye never do," and
with one blow from his sword the leader fell dead.
"Nor thou, villain, thou shalt never lead me to thy
proud duke," he cried again, as a second fell beneath
his sword. "Nor to prison shall I ever be brought by
thee," and a third fell dead.
Heraud too laid about him with his sword, and man after
man sank beneath its blows. Fierce was the fight.
Terrible strokes were given and taken. Helmets were
cloven from brow to chin, arms were lopped, the ground
was strewn with the dead and dying.
Gallantly though they fought, two of Guy's knights went
down. He and Heraud were left alone. Then, suddenly,
one of the traitor men smote Heraud so hard that his
sword pierced shield and hauberk and he fell to the
ground as if dead.
 "Villain," cried Guy, "thou shalt dearly pay for his
death," and with redoubled fury he set upon the traitor
so that he died.
Three villains still remained, and they now all
attacked Guy at once.
"Yield! Yield!" cried one.
That will I never do until my body lies stiff in
death," cried Guy, swinging his sword mightily, and the
speaker's voice was dumb for ever. Then the others
fled and left Guy alone, bleeding and exhausted.
Great sorrow and moan did Guy make for his dead
friends. "Alas!" said he, "true knights were ye, and
for thy love, fair Phyllis, they are slain this day.
Ah, Heraud! My dearest friend, that was so courteous
and kind, who shall help me now in the fight? In the
world was never a better knight and brother. Oh that
the villain who slew thee had slain me too!"
FIERCE WAS THE FIGHT.
So Guy mourned and wept, then, mounting again on his
mule, he rode away to the cave of a Hermit who lived
near. The Hermit, a holy man greatly learned in the
 use of herbs and simples, spent his days and nights in
prayer and fasting.
"Hermit," said Guy, as he lighted down at the entrance
to the cave, "come with me, and I will show thee where
in the forest lie three men, dead. These, for the love
of Holy Trinity and of Saint Charity, I pray thee bury,
and daily say a Mass for their souls, and God shall
"Tell me first who art thou," said the Hermit.
"Willingly," replied Guy. "I am a knight from a far
country, and, passing through this forest with my three
friends, we were set upon by thieves and outlaws. All
my friends have been brought to death, and I am sorely
"Fair sir," said the Hermit, "I will come with thee.
But first I will tend thy wounds."
So the Hermit unlaced Guy's armour, and washed his
wounds, and bound them up with healing herbs. Then
together they went to the place where Guy's three
 Once again Guy knelt beside Heraud, weeping over him;
once again he kissed him. Then rising he went sadly
away, with dim eyes and bent head, leaving the Hermit
in prayer beside his friend.