[The Strange Knight turns and looks at
him searchingly.]
Ganelun (angrily and oppressed). Will death not close
Thy mouth, thou cur!
Dinas.
Dost thou then know this man?
Str. Jester.
I've said so, Mark! I'll sit beside him here
Until he dies. I'll be his priest.
APPROACHING THUNDERSTORM
Str. Knight.
Keep off.
This babbling fool; his chatter shames my death.
Dinas.
Methinks this was the man I saw at dawn
Today as I rode through the wood, and yet
He bore a shield on which I thought I saw
Lord Tristram's arms.
Dinas.
Unhappy man, who art
Thou?
Str. Knight (calmly and quietly).
One who knoweth how to die. Lay me
On yonder bench and wrap me in my cloak.