The Once and Future King. T. H. White

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      King Pellinore turned round morosely, but his opponent had been too quick for him. He had ambled round so that he was still behind the King, and now gave him another terrific blow in the same place.

      ‘Where are you?’ asked King Pellinore.

      ‘Here,’ cried Sir Grummore, giving him another.

      ‘The poor King turned himself round as nimbly as possible, but Sir Grummore had given him the slip again.

      ‘Tally-ho back!’ shouted Sir Grummore, with another wallop.

      ‘I think you’re a cad,’ said the King.

      ‘Wallop!’ replied Sir Grummore, doing it.

      What with the preliminary crash, the repeated blows on the back of his head, and the puzzling nature of his opponent, King Pellinore could now be seen to be visibly troubled in his brains. He swayed backward and forward under the hail of blows which were administered, and feebly wagged his arms.

      ‘Poor King,’ said the Wart. ‘I wish he would not hit him so.’

      As if in answer to his wish, Sir Grummore paused in his labours.

      ‘Do you want Pax?’ asked Sir Grummore.

      King Pellinore made no answer.

      Sir Grummore favoured him with another whack and said, ‘If you don’t say Pax, I shall cut your head off.’

      ‘I won’t,’ said the King.

      Whang! went the sword on top of his head.

      Whang! it went again.

      Whang! for the third time.

      ‘Pax,’ said King Pellinore, mumbling rather.

      Then, just as Sir Grummore was relaxing with the fruits of victory, he swung round upon him, shouted, ‘Non!’ at the top of his voice, and gave him a good push in the middle of the chest.

      Sir Grummore fell over backwards.

      ‘Well!’ exclaimed the Wart. ‘What a cheat! I would not have thought it of him.’

      King Pellinore hurriedly sat on his victim’s chest, thus increasing the weight upon him to a quarter of a ton and making it quite impossible for him to move, and began to undo Sir Grummore’s helm.

      ‘You said Pax!’

      ‘I said Pax Non under my breath.’

      ‘It’s a swindle.’

      ‘It’s not.’

      ‘You’re a cad.’

      ‘No, I’m not.’

      ‘Yes, you are.’

      ‘No, I’m not.’

      ‘Yes, you are.’

      ‘I said Pax Non.’

      ‘You said Pax.’

      ‘No, I didn’t.’

      ‘Yes, you did.’

      ‘No, I didn’t.’

      ‘Yes, you did.’

      By this time Sir Grummore’s helm was unlaced and they could see his bare head glaring at King Pellinore, quite purple in the face.

      ‘Yield thee, recreant,’ said the King.

      ‘Shan’t,’ said Sir Grummore.

      ‘You have got to yield, or I shall cut off your head.’

      ‘Cut it off then.’

      ‘Oh, come on,’ said the King. ‘You know you have to yield when your helm is off.’

      ‘Feign I,’ said Sir Grummore.

      ‘Well, I shall just cut your head off.’

      ‘I don’t care.’

      The King waved his sword menacingly in the air.

      ‘Go on,’ said Sir Grummore. ‘I dare you to.’

      The King lowered his sword and said, ‘Oh, I say, do yield, please.’

      ‘You yield,’ said Sir Grummore.

      ‘But I can’t yield. I am on top of you after all, am I not, what?’

      ‘Well, I have feigned yieldin’.’

      ‘Oh, come on, Grummore. I do think you are a cad not to yield. You know very well I can’t cut your head off.’

      ‘I would not yield to a cheat who started fightin’ after he said Pax.’

      ‘I am not a cheat.’

      ‘You are a cheat,’

      ‘No, I’m not.’

      ‘Yes, you are.’

      ‘No, I’m not.’

      ‘Yes, you are.’

      ‘Very well,’ said King Pellinore. ‘You can jolly well get up and put on your helm and we will have a fight. I won’t be called a cheat for anybody.’

      ‘Cheat!’ said Sir Grummore.

      They stood up and fumbled together with the helm, hissing, ‘No, I’m not’ – ‘Yes, you are,’ until it was safely on. Then they retreated to opposite ends of the clearing, got their weight upon their toes, and came rumbling and thundering together like two runaway trams.

      Unfortunately they were now so cross that they had both ceased to be vigilant, and in the fury of the moment they missed each other altogether. The momentum of their armour was too great for them to stop till they had passed each other handsomely, and then they manœuvred about in such a manner that neither happened to come within the other’s range of vision. It was funny watching them because King Pellinore, having already been caught from behind once, was continually spinning round to look behind him, and Sir Grummore, having used the stratagem himself, was doing the same thing. Thus they wandered for some five minutes, standing still, listening, clanking, crouching, creeping, peering, walking on tiptoe, and occasionally making a chance swipe behind their backs. Once they were standing within a few feet of each other, back to back, only to stalk off in opposite directions with infinite precaution, and once King Pellinore did hit Sir Grummore with one of his back strokes, but they both immediately spun round so often that they became giddy and mislaid each other afresh.

      After five minutes Sir Grummore said, СКАЧАТЬ