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 Griflet, and Gareth, and gay Gawaine, all Were dubious knaves, or they were like to be, For cause to make them so ; and he had made Himself to be the cause. "God set me right, Before this folly carry me on farther," He murmured; and he smiled unhappily, Though fondly, as he thought: "Yes, there is one Whom I may trust with even my soul's last shred; And Dagonet will sing for me tonight An old song, not too merry or too sad." When Dagonet, having entered, stood before The King as one affrighted, the King smiled : "You think because I call for you so late That I am angry, Dagonet? Why so? Have you been saying what I say to you, And telling men that you brought Merlin here? No ? So I fancied ; and if you report No syllable of anything I speak, You will have no regrets, and I no anger. What word of Merlin was abroad today?" "Today have I heard no man save Gawaine, And to him I said only what all men Are saying to their neighbors. They believe That you have Merlin here, and that his coming Denotes no good. Gawaine was curious, But ever mindful of your majesty. He pressed me not, and we made light of it." "Gawaine, I fear, makes light of everything," The King said, looking down. "Sometimes I wish I had a full Round Table of Gawaines. But that's a freak of midnight, never mind it. Sing me a song one of those endless things