The earl continued to live in that castle, enjoying sport, entertainment and great merriment. But let us leave him for a while and return to Dame Beaulybon, the empress, for she is dejected and downhearted. The emperor loved Dame Beaulybon as much as his own life, indeed more so, and had chosen two of his most valued knights to watch over her, wherever he was, day and night. One of them had developed amorous yearnings for her, and so had the other, to be honest, she was so attractive. Neither of them knew of the other’s feelings, for they kept it to themselves, but this secrecy made it no less intense or bearable for them.
One day, one of them said to the other: ‘Sir, I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but you’re beginning to look as pale and thin as a corpse. Are you eating properly?’
‘I don’t know why it might be, but you’re not looking too tip-top yourself,’ replied the other. ‘Why’s this? Tell me what’s wrong with you, and I’ll tell you what’s making me so ill.’
‘Alright. But I’m telling you this in confidence. Agreed?’
‘It’s my lady the empress. I love her. I’m in a great deal of pain because of it. It’s going to bring me to my death, I’m sure of it.’
‘It’s exactly the same with me!’ exclaimed the other. ‘But since we’re both in love with her, how can we best arrange it so that we can get some relief from our distress? Have you any ideas?’
‘By Saint John, I can think of one way,’ said the first. ‘I suggest that one of us goes to her room, tells her what the problem is and asks her openly to allow him to make love to her. I’ll go if you like, because – well, you never know – she might say yes! But you won’t miss out. You can intrude on us while we’re having sex, and she’ll be so scared you might go to tell her husband that she’ll be willing to grant you the same.’
So they agreed to this, these despicable villains. The one went off to see how the lady might respond to being told about his amorous feelings, and found her in her chamber. He fell onto one knee and prepared to explain to her how he felt.
‘Sir, I can see just by looking at you that you’re lacking something,’ she interrupted. ‘Is there anything that you need which you’re not getting enough of? You don’t look well to me at all. Tell me what’s wrong. Why are you not eating properly or looking after yourself as you should be?’
‘Lady, I dare not tell you. Not for anything on God’s Earth. I’ll tell you only if you swear upon a book not to divulge what I say to anyone else. Then I’ll tell you.’
Why do you say this?’ she asked. ‘It’s very unpleasant for me to learn that there’s something you can’t tell me. Why can you not trust me? I promise you that I’ll do all in my power to heal you, day and night, and I’ll swear this by book or bell.’
‘Then lady, may I place all my trust in you. But I need you to understand that the pain that I’m suffering is because of you. I have no energy, I flag and pine, night and day, my health is failing and I can’t think straight. You must believe me when I say that I love you. I’ve loved you for a long while now, but I’ve never had the courage to tell you, which only makes it worse. Unless you let me make love to you, my life will be over.’
‘Sir, are you aware that I’m married!’ she replied. ‘My husband is the emperor! He chose you for your loyalty, to look after me. If I were to agree to what you’re asking me now, I would deserve to be burnt alive! Your words are treasonable! You deserve to be hanged, drawn and quartered, by Mary, that sweet flower!’
‘Ah, madam,’ replied the knight, in a panic. ‘For the love of God Almighty, don’t be so upset. You can put your full trust in me. I only meant to play a joke on you and to frighten you. I swear this. And remember you’ve sworn not to breath a word of this to anybody else. So I ask mercy, for God’s love! If I say a word about it myself, to anybody, may warhorses tear me apart.’
‘Then I forgive you,’ said the empress. ‘I won’t say anything about it. It was said in confidence, and I’ll respect that. But make sure that in future you’re as faithful and loyal to my husband as you can be, in every way.’
‘Yes, lady. It would be very wrong for me to do otherwise, I see that. I’ve served him for a long time now, and he’s rewarded me well.’
He said no more, but went back to his friend, a curse on them both!
‘How did it go?’ the other asked.
‘Not well. I’ve never been so frightened in all my life, to be honest. It’s a waste of time and completely futile to ask her for sex.’
‘You didn’t go about it in the right way, that’s all,’ his friend replied. ‘I’ll have a go myself. I bet you anything I can succeed.’
Things remained in the air like this for three days, and then this other scoundrel knight saw his opportunity. ‘I’ll see if I can find a chink in my lady’s armour now,’ he thought to himself. 'She seemed to be in a good mood.' And he went over to her, sighing and looking as though he didn’t care if he lived or died.
‘Lady, in all honesty, unless you can help me, I don’t think I’m long for this world,’ he moaned.
The empress courteously replied: ‘I’ll do my very best to advise you. What’s the problem? If you tell me what the matter is, and if I’m able to help, I’ll gladly do so.’
‘Madam, I understand that it’s customary to hold up your hand to signify that anything spoken between two people will be in absolute confidence.’
‘You’re right; and here I give you my oath that what’s said between the two of us shall remain between the two of us.’
‘Madam, now that I’m speaking to you in confidence, I can tell you that I’m in such a lovesick trance all the time, because of you, that it’s making me quite ill, and that’s the truth. Can you see how pale and thin I’ve become? It’s slowly killing me. Dear lady, allow me to make love to you, for the love of God, who was wounded by a spear.’
‘Sir, is this what you’ve come to tell me? If I agreed to it, I’d deserve everyone’s rebuke! What kind of a woman do you think I am? I’m under your protection! What can you have possibly seen or heard me say that might have put thoughts like this into your mind? Do I look like a common whore? Were I not sworn to discretion, I’d have you hanged from a gallows tree!’
The knight had never been so terrified in all his life.
‘Mercy!’ he cried. Good madam, it’s all my fault, I’m very sorry. Lady, please don’t have me killed. I ask for mercy. Let me keep my life.’
‘I grant you your life. This shall remain between the two of us. But I don’t ever want to hear you say such things again.’
The knight went away and said to his friend: ‘That didn’t go very well. So what’s your advice now? If she says anything at all to the emperor, we’re dead men. He won’t do anything to help us. A woman’s tongue cannot be trusted. If the emperor gets to hear of it, we’ll have taken our last meal and that’s for sure. My friend, instead of living the rest of our lives in fear of what the next few hours may bring, before she serves us with this, wouldn’t it be better if she was to die herself?’
‘How can that happen? I’d be happy to see it, but it can’t be done.’
‘Yes, it can. Give me a little time and I’ll quickly arrange it, have no fear. Before three days are out, she’ll be in a great deal of sorrow. She’ll get her reward for what she’s done to us.’
So they both agreed to bring all the harm they could down upon this noble lady, may the devil take them.
Soon it was getting dark, and supper was laid out in the hall. They accompanied the empress with everybody else and laughed and joked in order to keep her in a good mood. When the meal was over, knights retired to the empress’s chamber where the two knights danced and revelled as though they didn’t have a care in the world, in order to use up the time until everybody was ready for bed.
One of these miscreants went over to a young knight who carved at the lady’s table. He was an earl’s son, a good-looking young man, twenty years old, bold, generous, but rather too willing to oblige.
‘Sir, are you game for a laugh?’ the villain asked him. ‘Will you help us to put on a spectacle for the empress? You’ll make her laugh so much that, were you her greatest enemy before, you’ll be her greatest friend afterwards.’
The young man answered: ‘By my knighthood, I’d love to! I’d run through the wind and rain for her, if it would please my lady, even if I caught my death of cold by doing so.’
‘Then, Sir, take off all your clothes and hide behind that curtain over there. Wait for me until I come to tell you what to do. Then you’ll see a wonderful joke played!’
‘I’ll do that, by Saint Jermaine!’
The young man suspected nothing as he cast off all his clothes and went behind the curtain.
‘Make sure you stay there until we call for you,’ the two knights instructed him.
‘Sirs, I will.’
The dancing continued for quite a while, and nobody suspected that these two knights were up to anything. At last, the chamber was cleared and they left this young man sitting alone, behind the curtain, with only the empress in the room with him.
The lady lay in her bed and fell asleep with no inkling that anything was wrong. The young man began to wonder why these knights were taking so long. He played out many scenarios in his mind, and at last: ‘Lord, have mercy! What’s going on?’ he thought. ‘I think they must have forgotten me. If I call them, I’ll frighten the empress. She’s lying alone in her bed over there, by Christ!’
So he sat as still as he could. He didn’t dare make a sound, or move a muscle even, for fear of frightening the empress.
May great harm come to these two despicable knights! They went to their room and armed themselves, then went about the castle shouting to all the other knights and lords to wake up and gather arms: ‘Get up and help to seize a traitor!’ they cried. ‘He’s been in my lady’s chamber making love with her all night!’
Soon, every knight was armed. They followed these villains to the empress’s chamber with naked swords and burning torches thrust before them. They went behind the curtain and found the young knight cowering naked there. One of the despicable knights took his battle sword and thrust it through the young man’s body, to guarantee his silence.
The lady woke up, and was very frightened when she saw all the torches burning around her. ‘For the love of Christ! Who are you?’ she screamed. The knights called back, very rudely and unsympathetically: ‘It’s us, you faithless whore! We’ve seen what you’ve been up to. You’ve betrayed the emperor. When everybody learns what’s happened, your infamy will go down in history.’
‘I’m not a whore!’ the empress screamed back. ‘Such a thought has never entered my head, by Saint John!’
‘You’re a liar! Your lover is lying dead before us.’ They dragged the corpse in front of her. ‘See? Here’s your generous lover. Can you see how generous we’ve been to him in return, with our blows? Your unfaithfulness shall be punished. You won’t get away.’
They tied the lady up and bundled her into a deep prison. It was pitiful to see.
But we must leave this lady for a moment, in her sorrow, and go to her lord, who is quite a long way away. One night, he dreamed a dream, as the story tells us. He imagined that two wild boars were coming after his wife, they tore her to pieces and ripped her body in two. The emperor was no fool and he worried that the dream might be telling him that his wife was in some sort of danger, so early the next morning, he instructed all his men to make themselves ready to travel. He sent pack horses on ahead, had wagons filled with provisions sent twelve miles in front of him and didn’t rest until he’d met up with all his knights and earls and barons and they were all travelling home as quickly as they could. He was very concerned about his wife.
They travelled day and night until they came to the city where the lady was staying. News of the queen’s infidelity reached the first noblemen to arrive and they waited outside the city, so sorrowful that many wept. They couldn’t stop crying. They knew that when the emperor learnt what his wife had been up to, he’d be distraught. So they led the horses to the stables and took him into the hall, to try to put him into as good a mood as they could before they told him. But the emperor insisted upon going to his wife’s chamber. He longed to see his sweet and beautiful lady, and when he arrived he called to the knights who should be keeping watch over her: ‘Where’s my wife? Is she sleeping? Is she well?’
‘If you knew what she’d been up to, you’d want to condemn her to death,’ these two traitors replied.
‘What the devil … ! What do you mean?’
‘Sir, by God’s grace, that young knight who carves meat at her table, Sir Antore – he was caught in her bed. They were having sex together. We killed him. She’s in prison, and by God who died for us, the law decrees that she should be burnt alive for it.’
‘Alas!’ cried the emperor. ‘Has she dishonoured me like this when I loved her so much? I wouldn’t have thought for a moment, not for anything in the world, that she would do this to me. I’m utterly devastated.’ He took a knife and would have killed himself with it had not another knight managed to stop him in time. His arms sank to his sides in despair and he fell onto the bed in a faint, then began to sob. He was in great distress.
The next morning, by common consent, a parliament was convened to decide what to do about the empress. They couldn’t find any law or precedent that might save her from the ultimate penalty. An old knight spoke up.
‘By God Almighty, it puzzles me that, although Sir Antore was caught naked in my lady’s chamber, those knights who discovered him weren’t anxious to hear what he had to say, but killed him at once. No one claims to have seen them in bed together, except for these two knights. It may be that they harbour some malice against my lady, so I would advise this: that we make them prove the truth of their claim. One way of saving the empress from the flames would be to find a knight who is willing to help the empress and to defend her against these two knights, in a trial by combat.’
Everyone agreed to this. They thought the idea was reasonable and fully sanctioned by the law.
‘God bless you for this advice,’ said the emperor. Then he called some trusted knights to him and instructed them to make it known throughout the land that if any man was willing and valiant enough to dare to take on this fight, on the empress’s behalf, against these two accusing knights, he’d be well rewarded for it.
Messengers proclaimed this announcement throughout the country, from shore to shore, and in every city. They made it clear that if any man was brave enough to fight for the empress, his status would be greatly advanced because of it, if he survived. The Earl of Toulouse heard of the lady’s plight and thought it a great shame. If he could be sure that she was innocent, he would gladly risk his life to fight on her behalf.
He thought about this for a long while. ‘If I could find out the truth of the matter,’ he mused, ‘I’d be happy to risk my life making her accusers pay dearly for their crime: if, indeed, the accusation is false, or unless they withdraw their accusation. By Saint John, I’ll go into Germany, which is thick with my enemies, and I pray to almighty God that I may find good reason to fight for the lady and rescue her from her distress.’
The earl went out hunting one day and met a merchant going about his business.
‘Where are you from?’ asked the earl.
‘I’m from Germany.’
The earl asked him what was happening, regarding the empress. ‘Why is she being put through all this?’ he asked. ‘Is she guilty?’
‘No, no chance!’
‘When is she going to be burnt alive, then? Has the date been set?’
‘Yes, in three weeks' time, unfortunately.’
‘I have good horses to sell, and two or three warhorses as well,’ said the earl. ‘If I thought I could make this sale quickly, I’d like to travel with you into Germany and see this spectacle for myself.
The merchant was very courteous. ‘If you come along with me, you’ll be doing yourself a big favour. You’ll sell them very easily.’
‘Sir, listen then,’ replied the earl. ‘I’ll give you twenty pounds if you'll let me come along with you.’ The merchant agreed. ‘That’s settled, then,’ said the earl, and he told the merchant where to stay to wait for him. Then the earl got ready, and told no one what he was doing, for he trusted the merchant. Then he said: ‘Sir, let’s go!’ They took seven horses, the most handsome and valuable that anyone might wish for and, disguised as a horse dealer, the earl rode into Germany.
The merchant guided them well, and before long they came to the place where the empress was being held prisoner. A mile away from the city lay an abbey, and they obtained leave from the abbot to rest there for a while and let their horses recover from the journey. This was good fortune! The abbot was the lady’s uncle, and he was very sad and upset by what was happening to his niece.
One day, the earl went into the church to hear Mass. He was a tall man, and very fair. When the abbot saw him, he said: ‘Come over here to me, sir. Sir, when the service is over, have lunch with me, if you would.’ The earl eagerly agreed to eat with the abbot. Before the meal, they washed and went together into the refectory. After eating, they went into an orchard together.
‘It is no lie to say that I am in great sorrow,’ the abbot told the earl, with a sigh. ‘A lady has been accused – Oh, the thought torments me – she’ll go to her death because of it! She’s entirely innocent, but unless she has help, she’ll be burnt alive in a fire, in a week’s time.’
‘I think this is a great pity, if she’s innocent,’ replied the earl.
‘I would lay my soul upon her innocence, by Saint Paul!’ exclaimed the abbot. ‘She would never think of doing such a thing. The only thing she’s ever done is to give a ring to the Earl of Toulouse, for his own peace of mind and not for any sinfulness. She told me this in the confessional.’
‘If this is so,’ replied the earl, ‘may God, who redeemed her with his blood, avenge her sorrow. Will you promise that what we’re saying to one another is in strict confidence? It may be to your advantage to do so.’
The abbot swore by many sacred things, and by his holy office, that he would hold to this. He would be mad not to.
‘Then I must tell you that I’m the man she gave that ring to,’ declared the earl. ‘It’s me she gave that token to. But keep this to yourself, by the Holy Cross. I’ve come to take on this trial by combat for her, and to stand on the side of justice. But first, I would like to hear her confession myself, and if I find her to be as innocent as you say she is, my heart will be light indeed. Let me dress myself in a monk’s habit, and then you can take me to the place of execution as she’s being led to the stake to be burned alive. When I’ve heard her confession, then, upon my true knighthood, I’ll be her champion willingly!’
The abbot was delighted to hear this. He was nearly delirious with joy! He kissed the earl, and they both did a little dance together. The earl stayed at the abbey for another week, and received some fine hospitality there.
On the day that the lady was due to be burnt alive, the earl donned a monk’s habit and went with the abbot to the place of execution. He knelt before the emperor and asked him if he might hear the lady’s last confession. The emperor gave his assent.
The earl examined the lady intelligently and thoroughly, as it says in my source, and found her to be entirely blameless. ‘In the name of Jesus Christ,’ she told him, ‘I’ve never committed an offense that deserved death as a punishment. Only once, I gave a ring to the Earl of Toulouse. Absolve me for this, if you wish. But my life is nearing its end. I am to be burned in this fire, and God’s will must be done.’
The earl gave her absolution with his hand, and then quickly stood up and said: ‘Lords, please be quiet! Those knights who have falsely accused this noble lady deserve to be burnt alive in her place!’
One of these knights made a rush for him. ‘You churlish monk! For all that she’s your abbot’s niece, this scheming will not save her from the flames. You’d say the same if every man in your abbey had slept with her. You’re a liar.’
‘This lady told me that you’re one of those knights who fabricated this story,’ shouted the earl, in reply. ‘Although we are religious men, I require satisfaction for all this slander. I’ll prove to everybody that what you’ve said about her is a pack of lies. Here’s my glove. I’m willing to fight you and to undertake a trial by combat on her behalf. I’ll show you to be the liars that you are. May God give me the grace to send you both into the fire instead of her!’
All the people thanked God for this. The two knights were angry and swore that he would die. The earl drew to one side and armed himself. When they began to fight, great damage was done to helmets and chain mail. They rode at one another with their lances lowered, and both the knights’ spears broke on impact; but the earl struck such a blow that his lance went straight through one of the knights and he tumbled to the ground, impaled. The other saw this and fled. The earl caught up with him beneath a tree and gave him a serious beating. This traitor quickly yielded to the earl and admitted to being a recreant and a liar. He had no other option. The earl dragged him to the emperor and made him tell the truth and explain what had really happened.
‘We planned to have her killed, because she wouldn’t do what we wanted her to,’ he admitted.
‘For this, you shall both burn in the fire,’ said the emperor.
The earl grabbed them both and threw them into the flames, where their skin, flesh and bones burnt to ashes.
When they were both burned, the earl returned to the abbey. The empress was taken in a procession through the city, with great joy and celebration. The emperor was very pleased. ‘Fetch me that monk!’ he instructed. ‘Why did he disappear so quickly? I’ll make him a bishop and give him a fine diocese. He’ll enjoy my favour and my love for as long as I live, by God!’
The abbot knelt and said: ‘Lord, he’s gone back to his own country. He lives in Rome with the Pope, who’ll be very pleased at his return, I have to tell you.’
‘Sir abbot, I feel that this is a great dishonour to me, so please go and fetch him back so that I can see him, or you’ll never receive anything more from me ever again, on that you have my word.’
‘Lord, since I have to do this, then, since you want me to go after him, you must give me a guarantee that if he is your enemy, you promise not to harm him. If you do this, so may I prosper, I’ll go after him as quickly as I can, so that you may be his friend, if this is what you wish.’
‘Yes,’ said the emperor, happily. ‘Even were he to have killed every one of my relatives, he’s welcome.’
‘Lord, I trust you and believe that you’ll do as you say. So I can tell you now that it is Sir Barnard, the Earl of Toulouse, who has saved the empress.’
‘This news comes as a great dishonour to me,’ said the emperor. ‘But go after him anyway, sir. I ask you to bring him here, and then the earl and I shall kiss and be good friends, by God.’
‘I shall go at once!’
The abbot caught up with the Earl of Toulouse and said: ‘Sir, come back with me. By Saint John! You and the emperor shall be reconciled and made good friends.’
The earl was happy to hear this, and when they met, the emperor said: ‘My generous friend. All my anger at you is passed. You shall enjoy my patronage and my friendship, for as long as I live, by Christ who died on the cross!’
They embraced and kissed one another. Everyone was delighted to see this, as the romance tells us. The emperor made the earl steward of all his land, and gave him back all the lands that he had seized from him.
The emperor only lived for another three years. The earl was elected by all the noblemen of the country to be their new emperor, for he had proved himself to be a valiant warrior. He married the empress, and they lived very happily together for another twenty-three years. They had fifteen children in all, many of whom grew to be very fine knights.
This tale has been told as a romance, but it is a Breton lai, and always shall be. Jesus Christ, bring us to heaven at last, so that we may live there in bliss.
Translation and retelling of Erle of Tolous copyright © Richard Scott-Robinson, 2016