One day, Geraint’s Father, Sir Lord Erbin, came to me and asked for my council. "Geraint is not his manly self, challenging in many tournaments and has lost power for his Father. The boundaries of our Kingdom need protection."
That night I sobbed. "Geraint, I keep you from duties to the boundaries of your Father's Kingdom. You lose your warlike frame; your courage disappears." Looking at him, I cried.
Geraint looked at me with wild eyes; he raged with anger. "Do you want me to challenge my death? Or wish for another society? You shall have both."
Geraint ordered our horses brought. We visited his Father, "Keep our possession for our return."
In our room, Geraint ordered, "Wear your oldest riding clothes." I did; then, I helped Geraint put on his armor and armored his horse. He took all his swords and lances. Our saddles stuffed with dried venison and fruits.
"Be silent, never talk to me, and stay far way in front, I will hold back. Remember, Enid, never talk to me."
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We rode through tangled gnarled trees in the woods filled with wild beasts and thieves; I rode in front of Geraint. I was frightened and unsure what my husband, Knight Geraint, intended.
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