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the　duke　the　news　of　their　success。　Nought　else　was　there　that
the　duke　had　desired；　and　straightway　he　makes　a　truce　with　the
Greeks　till　the　morrow。　They　have　given　and　accepted　a　truce。　The
duke's　men　have　returned；　and　the　Greeks　without　any　delay　return
；　each　one　to　his　tent。　But　Cliges　remained　alone　on　a　hill　so
that　no　one　noticed　him　till　he　saw　the　twelve　coming；　and　the
damsel　whom　they　were　taking　away　at　full　speed　and　at　a　gallop。
Cliges；　who　longs　to　gain　renown；　forthwith　dashes　in　their
direction；　for　he　thinks　to　himself；　and　his　heart　tells　him　that
it　is　not　for　nothing　they　are　fleeing。　The　very　moment　that　he
saw　them；　he　dashes　after　them；　and　they　see　him；　but　they　think
and　believe　a　foolish　thing。　〃The　duke　is　following　us；〃　each　one
says；　〃let　us　wait　for　him　a　little；　for　he　has　left　the　host
unattended　and　is　coming　after　us　very　swiftly。〃　There　is　not　a
single　one　who　does　not　believe　this。　They　all　desire　to　go　to
meet　him；　but　each　desires　to　go　alone。　Cliges　must　needs　descend
into　a　great　valley　between　two　mountains。　Never　would　he　have
recognised　their　insignia　if　they　had　not　come　to　meet　him；　or　if
they　had　not　awaited　him。　Six　of　them　advanced　to　meet　him；　but
soon　will　they　have　had　an　ill　meeting　with　him。　The　others　stay
with　the　maiden　and　lead　her　on；　gently；　at　a　walking　pace。　And
the　six　go　at　full　speed；　spurring　incessantly　through　the
valley。　He　who　had　the　swiftest　horse　outstripped　all　the　rest；
crying　aloud：　〃Duke　of　Saxony！　God　preserve　thee！　Duke！　We　have
regained　thy　lady。　Now　shall　the　Greeks　never　carry　her　off；　for
she　will　now　be　given　and　handed　over　to　thee。〃　When　Cliges　has
heard　these　words　that　the　other　cries　out；　no　smile　had　he　in
his　heart；　rather　is　it　a　marvel　that　frenzy　does　not　seize　him。
Never　was　any　wild　beast：　leopardess；　or　tigress；　or　lioness；　who
sees　her　young　taken；　so　embittered；　and　furious；　and　lusting；
for　the　fight　as　was　Cliges　who　cares　not　to　live　if　he　fail　his
lady。　Rather　would　he　die　than　not　have　her。　Very　great　wrath　has
he　for　this　calamity　and　exceeding　great　courage　does　it　give
him。　He　spurs　and　pricks　the　Arab；　and　goes　to　deal　the　blazoned
shield　of　the　Saxon　such　a　blow　thatI　lie　nothe　made　him　feel
the　lance　at　his　heart。　This　has　given　Cliges　confidence。　More
than　a　full　acre's　measure　has　he　spurred　and　pricked　the　Arab
before　the　second　has　drawn　near；　for　they　came；　one　by　one。　The
one　has　no　fear　for　the　other；　for　he　fights　with　each　singly　and
meets　them　one　by　one；　nor　has　the　one　aid　of　the　other。　He　makes
an　attack　on　the　second；　who　thought　to　tell　the　supposed　duke
news　of　Cliges'　discomfiture；　and　to　rejoice　thereat　as　the　first
had　done。　But　Cliges　recks　little　of　words　or　of　listening　to　his
discourse。　He　proceeds　to　thrust　his　lance　in　his　body　so　that
when　he　draws　it　out　again　the　blood　gushes　out；　and　he　bereaves
his　foe　of　life　and　speech。　After　the　two；　he　joins　issue　with　a
third　who　thinks　to　find　him　overjoyed　and　to　gladden　him　with
news　of　his　own　discomfiture。　He　came　spurring　against　him；　but
before　he　has　the　chance　to　say　a　word；　Cliges　has　thrust　his
lance　a　fathom　deep　into　his　body。　To　the　fourth　he　gives　such　a　
blow　on　the　neck；　that　he　leaves　him　in　a　swoon　on　the　field。
After　the　fourth；　he　gallops　against　the　fifth；　and　then　after
the　fifth；　against　the　sixth。　Of　these；　none　stood　his　ground
against　him；　rather　does　Cliges　leave　them　all　silent　and　dumb。
Still　less　has　he　feared　and　more　boldly　sought　the　rest　of　them。
After　this　has　he　no　concern　about　these　six。

When　he　was　free　from　care　as　regards　these；　he　goes　to　make　a
present　of　shame　and　of　misfortune　to　the　rest　who　are　escorting
the　maiden。　He　has　overtaken　them；　and　attacks　them　like　a　wolf　；
who　famished　and　fasting　rushes　on　his　prey。　Now　seems　it　to　him
that　he　was　born　in　a　good　hour；　since　he　can　display　his
chivalry　and　courage　before　her　who　is　all　his　life。　Now　is　he
dead　if　he　free　her　not；　and　she；　on　the　other　hand；　is　likewise
dead；　for　she　is　greatly　discomforted　for　him；　but　does　not　know
that　he　is　so　near　her。　Cliges；　with　feutred　lance；　has　made　a
charge　which　pleased　her；　and　he　strikes　one　Saxon　and　then
another　so　that　with　one　single　charge　he　has　made　them　both　bite
the　dust；　and　splinters　his　ashen　lance。　The　foemen　fall　in　such
anguish　that　they　have　no　power　to　rise　again　to　hurt　or　molest
him；　for　they　were　sore　wounded　in　their　bodies。　The　other　four；
in　great　wrath；　go　all　together　to　strike　Cliges；　but　he　neither
stumbles　nor　trembles　nor　have　they　unhorsed　him。　Swiftly　he
snatches　from　the　scabbard　his　sword　of　sharpened　Steel；　and　that
she　who　awaits　his　love　may　be　right　grateful　to　him；　he
encounters　with　lightning　swiftness　a　Saxon；　and　strikes　him　with
his　sharp　sword；　so　that　he　has　severed　from　his　trunk；　his　head
and　half　his　neck：　no　tenderer　pity　had　he　for　him。　Fenice；　who
watches　and　beholds；　knows　not　that　it　is　Cliges。　Fain　would　she
that　it　were　he；　but　because　there　is　danger　she　says　to　herself
that　she　would　not　wish　it。　For　two　reasons　is　she　his　good
friend；　for　she　fears　his　death　and　desires　his　honour。　And
Cliges　receives　at　the　sword's　point　the　three　who　offer　him
fierce　combat；　they　pierce　and　cleave　his　shield；　but　they　cannot
get　him　into　their　power　or　cleave　the　links　of　his　shirt　of
mail。　And　nought　that　Cliges　can　reach　stands　firm　before　his
blow；　for　he　cleaves　and　breaks　asunder　all；　he　wheels　round　more
quickly　than　the　top　which　is　urged　on　and　driven　by　the　whip。
Prowess　and　love　entwine　him　and　make　him　bold　and　keen　in　fight。
He　has　dealt　so　grievously　with　the　Saxons　that　he　has　killed　or
conquered　them　all；　wounded　some；　and　killed　others；　but　he　let
one　of　them　escape　because　they　were　a　match；　one　for　the　other；
and　so　that；　by　him；　the　duke　might　know　his　loss　and　mourn。　But
before　this　man　left　him；　he　prevailed　upon　Cliges　to　tell　him
his　name；　and　went　for　his　part　to　tell　it　to　the　duke；　who　had
great　wrath　thereat。　Now　the　duke　hears　of　his　misfortune；　and
had　great　grief　and　great　care　thereat。　And　Cliges　leads　away
Fenice；　who　thrills　and　tortures　him　with　the　pangs　of　love；　but
if　now　he　does　not　hear　her　confession；　long　time　will　love　be
adverse　to　him；　and　also　to　her　if　she；　on　her　side；　is　silent
and　say　not　her　will；　for　now　in　the　hearing；　one　of　the　other；
can　they　reveal　their　inmost　hearts。　But　so　much　do　they　fear
refusal　that　they　dare　not　betray　their　hearts。　He　fears　that　she
might　reject　him；　she；　on　her　part；　would　have　betrayed　herself
if　she　had　not　feared　rejection。　And；　nevertheless；　the　one
betrays　his　thoughts　to　the　other　with　the　eyes　if　they　could
only　have　known　it。　They　speak　by　glances　with　their　eyes；　but
they　are　so　craven　with　their　tongues　that　in　no　wise　dare　they
speak　of　the　love　which　masters　them。　If　she　dare　not　begin　it；
it　is　no　marvel；　for　a　maiden　ought　to　be　a　simple　and　shy
creature。　But　why　does　he　wait；　and　why　does　he　delay；　who　is
thoroughly　bold　in　her　behalf；　and　has　shown　dread　of　none　but
her？　God！　Whence　comes　this　fear　to　him　that　he　fears　a　single
maiden；　weak　and　timid；　simple　and　shy？　At　this；　methinks；　I　see
dogs　fleeing　before　the　hare；　and　the　fish　hunting　the　beaver；
the　lamb　the　wolf；　the　dove　the　eagle。　So　would　it　be　if　the
villein　were　to　flee　before　his　hoe　by　which　he　gains　his
livelihood；　and　with　which　he　toils。　So　would　it　be　if　the　falcon
were　to　flee　from　the　duck；　and　the　gerfalcon　from　the　heron；　and
the　great　pike　from　the　minnow；　and　if　the　stag　were　to　chase　the
lion；　so　do　things　go　topsy…turvy。　But　a　desire　comes　upon　me　to
give　some　reason　why　it　happens　to　true　lovers；　that　wit　and
courage　fail　them　to　express　what　they　have　in　their　thoughts
when　they　have　leisure　and　opportunity　and　time。

You　who　are　being　instructed　in　Love；　who　faithfully　uphold　the
customs　and　rites　of　his　court；　and　who　never　broke　his　law
whatever　might　have　befallen　you　for　your　obedience；　tell　me　if
one　can　see　anything　which　affords　Love's　delight　but　that　lovers
shiver　and　grow　pale　thereat。　Never　shall　there　be　a　man　opposed
to　me　that　I　do　not　convince　of　this；　for　he　who　does　not　grow
pale　and　shiver　thereat；　who　does　not　lose　wit　and　memory　like　a
thief；　pursues　and　seeks　that　which　is　not　fittingly　his。　A
servant　who　does　not　fear　his　lord；　ought　not　to　stay　in　his
retinue　or　serve　him。　He　who　does　not　esteem　his　lord；　does　not
fear　him；　and　he　who　does　not　esteem　him；　does　not　hold　him　dear；
but　rather　seeks　to　cheat　him　and　to　pilfer　somewhat　of　his
property。　For　fear　ought　a　servant　to　tremble　when　his　lord　calls
him　or　sends　for　him。　And　he　who　commends　himself　to　Love　makes
Love　his　master　and　his　lord；　and　it　is　meet　that　he　have　him　in
Reverence；　and　greatly　fear　and　honour　him　if　he　wishes　to　stand
well　with　his　court。　Love　without　fear　and　without　dread　is　fire
without　flame　and　without　heat；　daylight　without　sun；　honeycomb
without　honey；　summer　without　flowers；　winter　without　frost；　sky
without　moon；　a　book　without　letters。　Thus　do　I　wish　to　refute
such　an　opponent；　for　where　fear　is　lacking　there　is　no　love
worth　mentioning。　It　behoves　him　who　wishes　to　love　to　fear　also；
for　if　he　does　not　he　cannot　love；　but　let　him　fear　her　only　whom
he　loves；　and　in　her　behoof　let　him　be　thoroughly　bold。
Therefore；　Cliges　commits　no　fault　or　wrong　if　he　fears　his
lady…love。　But　for　this　fear　he　would　not　have　failed　forthwith
to　have　spoken　to　her　of　love　and　sought　her　love；　however　the
matter　had　happed　if　she　had　not　been　his　uncle's　wife。　For　this
cause　his　wound　rankles　in　him；　and　it　pains　and　grieves　him　the
more　because　he　dare　not　say　what　he　yearns　to　say。

Thus　they　return　towards　their　company；　and　if　they　talk　of
anything；　there　was　in　their　talk　nothing　about　which　they　cared。
Each　sat　on　a　white　horse；　and　they　rode　quickly　towards　the　army
where　there　was　great　lamentation。　Throughout　the　host　they　are
beside　themselves　with　grief；　but　they　hit　upon　an　untrue　saying
when　they　say　that　Cliges　is　deadthereat　is　the　mourning　very
great　and　loud。　And　they　fear　for　Fenice；　they　deem　not　that　they
will　ever　have　her　again；　and