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Title: King Arthur and His Knights
Author: Radford, Maude L.
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[Illustration: King Arthur and His Knights]

[Illustration: _King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table_]

                    KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS

                        By Maude L. Radford

                          Illustrated by
                         Walter J. Enright

                   [Illustration: The Holy Grail]

                     Rand, M^cNally & Company
                    CHICAGO · NEW YORK · LONDON

                        _Copyright_, 1903,
                        By MAUDE L. RADFORD

[Illustration] TABLE OF CONTENTS

_A List of Illustrations_                             8

How Arthur Became King                               11

The Good Sword Excalibur                             29

The Great Feast and What Followed                    35

Arthur's Court and the Order of the Round Table      49

King Arthur and the Princess Guinevere               64

The Coming of Gareth                                 73

The Story of Sir Gareth and Lynette                  85

Sir Ivaine                                           99

Sir Balin                                           120

Sir Geraint and Enid                                131

Arthur and Sir Accalon                              142

How Arthur Fought with a Giant                      153

How Arthur Fought with Rome                         160

The Knight with the Badly Made Coat                 171

Sir Lancelot and Sir Brune                          177

The Adventure of King Pellenore                     193

Sir Lancelot and His Friends                        199

How Sir Lancelot Saved the Queen                    213

Sir Lancelot and Elaine                             226

The Search for the Holy Grail                       243

The Death of Arthur                                 260



_King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table_        Frontispiece

_"All about him old oaks stood like giant guardians"_        10

_"He hardly more than touched the sword"_                    25

_Arthur and the Lady of the Lake_                            31

_King Bors and King Ban_                                     41

_"Arthur saw Guinevere bending over the wall"_               65

_"Gareth rode at him fiercely"_                              93

_"He dismounted and poured water into the fountain"_        105

_"They fought till their breath failed"_                    129

_"King Arthur raising his hand for silence"_                167

_"The king touched him lightly with his sword"_             175

_"He pushed him until he was but a step from the edge"_     191

_"He struck so fiercely the bottom fell out"_               209

_"She staid near it all day long in the turret"_            231

_"And across it slowly moved the Holy Grail"_               253

                         DWIGHT AND ROGER

                   [Illustration: The Holy Grail]

                     King Arthur and His Knights

[Illustration: _"All about him old oaks stood like giant


Once upon a time, a thousand years before Columbus discovered
America, and when Rome was still the greatest city in the world,
there lived a brave and beautiful youth whose name was Arthur.
His home was in England, near London; and he lived with the good
knight Sir Hector, whom he always called father.

They dwelt in a great square castle of gray stone, with a round
tower at each corner. It was built about a courtyard, and was
surrounded by a moat, across which was a drawbridge that could be
raised or lowered. When it was raised the castle was practically
a little island and very hard for enemies to attack.

On one side of the moat was a large wood, and here Arthur spent a
great deal of his time. He liked to lie under the trees and gaze
up at the blue of the sky. All about him old oaks stood like
giant guardians watching sturdily over the soil where they had
grown for centuries. Arthur could look between the trunks and see
rabbits and squirrels whisking about. Sometimes a herd of brown
deer with shy dark eyes would pass, holding their graceful heads
high in the air; sometimes a flock of pheasants with brilliant
plumage rose from the bushes. Again there was no sound except the
tapping of a bright-crested woodpecker, and no motion but the
fluttering of leaves and the trembling of violets half buried in
green moss.

At times, when it was dim and silent in the wood, Arthur would
hear bursts of merry laughter, the tinkling of bells, and the
jingling of spurs. Then he would know that knights and ladies
were riding down the road which ran beside the trees. Soon the
knights would appear on horses, brown, black, and white, with
gaily ornamented saddles, and bridles from which hung silver
bells. Often the saddles were made of ivory or ebony, set with
rubies or emeralds. The knights wore helmets laced with slender
gold chains, and coats of mail made of tiny links of steel, so
fine and light that all together hardly weighed more than a coat
of cloth. Usually the legs of the knights were sheathed in steel
armor; and their spurs were steel, or even gold. The ladies sat
on horses with long trappings of silk, purple, white, or scarlet,
with ornamented saddles and swinging bells. The robes of the
ladies were very beautiful, being made of velvet or silk trimmed
with ermine. Arthur liked to watch them, flashing by; crimson,
and gold, and blue, and rose-colored. Better still, he liked to
see the pretty happy faces of the ladies, and hear their gay
voices. In those troublous times, however, the roads were so
insecure that such companies did not often pass.

Sometimes the knights and ladies came to visit Sir Hector. Then
Arthur would hurry from the forest to the castle. Sir Hector
would stand on the lowered drawbridge to greet his guests, and
would lead them, with many expressions of pleasure, into the
courtyard. Then he would take a huge hammer hanging from a post,
and beat with it on a table which stood in a corner of the
courtyard. Immediately from all parts of the castle the squires
and servants would come running to take the horses of the knights
and ladies. Sir Hector's wife and daughters would then appear,
and with their own hands remove the armor of the knights. They
would offer them golden basins of water, and towels for washing,
and after that put velvet mantles upon their shoulders. Then the
guests would be brought to the supper table.

But Arthur did not spend all his time dreaming in the woods or
gazing at knights and ladies. For many hours of the day he
practiced feats of arms in the courtyard. It was the custom in
England to train boys of noble birth to be knights. As soon as
they were old enough they were taught to ride. Later on, they
lived much among the ladies and maidens, learning gentle manners.
Under the care of the knights, they learned to hunt, to carry a
lance properly, and to use the sword; and having gained this
skill, they were made squires if they had shown themselves to be
of good character.

Then, day by day, the squires practiced at the quintain. This was
an upright post, on the top of which turned a crosspiece, having
on one end a broad board, and on the other a bag of sand. The
object was to ride up at full gallop, strike the board with a
long lance, and get away without being hit by the sand bag.

Besides this, the squires had services to do for the knights, in
order that they might learn to be useful in as many ways as
possible, and to be always humble. For instance, they took care
of the armor of the knights, carried letters and messages for
them, accompanied them at joustings and tournaments, being ready
with extra weapons or assistance; and in the castle they helped
to serve the guests at table. After months of such service, they
went through a beautiful ceremony and were made knights. In the
country round about, Arthur, of all the squires, was the most
famous for his skill in the use of the lance and the sword, for
his keenness in the hunt, and for his courtesy to all people.

Now, at this time there was no ruler in England. The powerful
Uther of Wales, who had governed England, was dead, and all the
strong lords of the country were struggling to be king in his
place. This gave rise to a great deal of quarreling and

There was in the land a wise magician named Merlin. He was so old
that his beard was as white as snow, but his eyes were as clear
as a little child's. He was very sorry to see all the fighting
that was going on, because he feared that it would do serious
harm to the kingdom.

In those days the great and good men who ruled in the church had
power almost equal to that of the monarch. The kings and the
great lords listened to their advice, and gave them much land,
and money for themselves and for the poor. So Merlin went to the
Archbishop of Canterbury, the churchman who in all England was
the most beloved, and said:

"Sir, it is my advice that you send to all the great lords of the
realm and bid them come to London by Christmas to choose a king."

The archbishop did as Merlin advised, and at Christmas all the
great lords came to London. The largest church in the city stood
not far from the north bank of the Thames. A churchyard
surrounded it, filled with yew trees, the trunks of which were
knotted with age. The powerful lords rode up in their clanking
armor to the gate, where they dismounted, and giving their horses
into the care of their squires, reverently entered the church.

There were so many of them that they quite filled the nave and
side-aisles of the building. The good archbishop, from where he
stood in the chancel, looked down on them all. Just behind him
was the altar covered with a cloth of crimson and gold, and
surmounted by a golden crucifix and ten burning candles. In front
of him, kneeling under the gray arches which spanned the church,
were the greatest men in the kingdom. He looked at their stern
bronzed faces, their heavy beards, their broad shoulders, and
their glittering armor, and prayed God to make the best man in
the land king.

Then began the service. At the close of the first prayer some of
the knights looked out of the window, and there in the churchyard
they saw a great square stone. In the middle of it was an anvil
of steel a foot high, and fixed therein was a beautiful sword. On
the sword was some writing set in with gold which said:

"Whosoever pulls this sword out of this stone and anvil is the
real king of all England."

The knights who read this told the archbishop, but he said:

"I command you all to keep within the church and still pray to
God. No man is to touch the sword until all the prayers are

After the service was over, the lords went into the churchyard.
They each pulled at the sword, but none could stir it.

"The king is not here," said the archbishop, "but God will make
him known. Meantime, let ten good knights keep watch over this

The knights were soon chosen, and then the archbishop said that
on a fixed day every man in the kingdom should try to pull the
sword out of the anvil. He ordered that on New Year's day all the
people should be brought together for a great tournament to be
held on the south bank of the Thames, near London bridge. After a
few days spent in jousting among the knights, each man should
make the trial to find out whether or not he was to be king.

The brave youth Arthur did not know of the contest that was to be
made for the sword. Sir Hector told him that he was to go to a
tournament, but he did not tell him the reason for holding the
tournament. So Arthur rode to London with Sir Hector; and Sir
Kay, who was Sir Hector's oldest son, was with them.

Sir Hector and Sir Kay rode soberly in front. They were tall,
stalwart men and rode black horses, their dark figures making
shadows on the light snow that had fallen. Arthur, riding behind
them, felt exhilarated by the crisp winter air which caused the
blood to dance in his veins. Sometimes he stood up in his saddle
and flicked with his sword the dead leaves on the oaks. Again he
made his horse crush the thin crust of ice that had formed in
tiny pools on the road. He was so happy in the thought of the
tournament he was to see, that he could have sung for joy.

The road was not very wide, for few carts passed upon it, but it
had been well worn by riders. Sometimes it wound through a bit of
thick woods; again it rose up over a gently rolling hill. From
the hilltops the riders could see London far in the distance. It
looked at first like a gray haze; then, as the three came nearer,
the buildings, large and small, grew plain to the sight. The
castles and huts, barns and sheds, smithies, shops and mills,
stood out in the keen sunlight. A high wall surrounded them,
while on one side flowed the river Thames.

After they had entered the city, and had passed the churchyard,
and had almost reached London bridge, Sir Kay discovered that he
had left his sword at home.

"Will you go back for it?" he asked Arthur.

"That I will," said Arthur, glad of the chance to ride longer in
the delightful air.

But when he reached their dwelling, he could not get in. The
drawbridge was raised, and he could not make the warden hear his
calling. Then Arthur was disturbed and said to himself:

"I will hasten to the churchyard we passed, and take the
beautiful sword which I saw in the stone. It does not seem to
belong to anyone, and my brother Kay must have a weapon."

So he rode on till he reached the churchyard, dismounted, and
tied his horse to a sapling. The ten knights who guarded the
sword had gone away to see the combats in the tournament. Arthur
ran up and pulled lightly but eagerly at the sword. It came at
once from the anvil. He hurried to Sir Kay, who was waiting for
him on London bridge. Sir Kay knew that the weapon was the one
that had been fixed fast in the stone, but he said nothing to
Arthur, and the two soon overtook Sir Hector, who had ridden
slowly to the field where the tournament was taking place. Sir
Kay immediately told his father what had happened.

The good knight at once spoke with great respect to Arthur.

"Sir," he said, "you must be the king of this land."

"What mean you, sir?" asked Arthur.

Sir Hector told the wondering youth the reason why he was
destined to be king. Then he said:

"Can you put this sword back in its place and pull it out again?"

"Easily," replied Arthur.

The three returned to the great stone, and Arthur put back the
sword. Sir Hector tried to take it out, but failed.

"Now, you try," he said to Sir Kay.

But Sir Kay, in spite of great efforts, also failed. Then Arthur,
at Sir Hector's bidding, tried, and at once pulled forth the
sword. At that Sir Hector and Sir Kay knelt before Arthur.

"Alas," said Arthur, raising them from the ground, "my own dear
father and my brother, why do you kneel to me?"

"Nay, my lord Arthur," said Sir Hector, "I am not your father.
You are of higher blood than I am. Long ago, when you were a
little baby, Merlin brought you to me to take care of, telling me
that you were to be the king."

"Then whose son am I?" cried Arthur.

"There are two stories: the one that Merlin tells, and the one
that old Bleys, the master of Merlin, tells. Merlin brought you
to me, saying that you were the son of King Uther and Yguerne his
wife. But because the king was dead and the lords powerful and
jealous, he told me to guard you in secrecy lest your life be
taken. I did not know whether the story was true or false then,
but you were a helpless child, and Merlin was a wise sage, and so
I took you and brought you up as my own."

Arthur was so astonished that he did not ask to hear the tale
that Bleys told. He stood gazing at Sir Hector, who said:

"And now, my gracious lord, will you be good to me and mine when
you are king?"

"I will, indeed," replied Arthur, "for I am more beholden to you
than to any one else in the world, and also to my good lady and
foster mother, your wife, who has reared me as if I were her own
child. If it be God's will that I shall sometime become king, ask
of me then what you will."

"Sir," said Sir Hector, "I ask that you make my son Sir Kay, your
foster brother, the steward of all your lands."

"That shall be done," said Arthur, "and more. He shall have that
office as long as I live."

Then the three went to the Archbishop of Canterbury and related
to him the story of Merlin and all that had occurred. At his
request they told no one else.

At the command of the archbishop on Twelfth day, which is the
sixth of January, all the great lords assembled in the churchyard.
Each tried to draw forth the sword, and each failed. Then the
untitled people came and tried. Everyone failed until at last
Arthur stepped forward. He hardly more than touched the sword
when it came away in his hand.

At this many of the great lords were angry.

[Illustration: _"He hardly more than touched the sword"_]

"He is but a boy," they said, "and not of high blood."

They refused to believe the story of his birth told by Merlin and
Sir Hector. And because of all the quarreling, it was decided to
have another trial at Candlemas, which fell in the month of
February. Again Arthur was victorious. Then the great lords
decreed that there should be another trial at Easter, and again
Arthur succeeded. Next they decided to have a final trial at the
feast of the Pentecost, which fell in May.

Meanwhile, Merlin advised the archbishop to see that Arthur had a
bodyguard. So the archbishop selected several knights whom the
former king, Uther, had trusted. These were Sir Ulfius and Sir
Brastias and Sir Bedivere; Sir Geraint and Sir Hector and Sir Kay
were also chosen. These brave men formed a bodyguard for Arthur
until the feast of the Pentecost.

At this time Arthur again drew out the sword from the anvil. Then
the common people, who had so far let the lords have their will,
cried out:

"We will have Arthur for our king, and we will have no more
delay, for we see that it is God's will that he shall be our

Then all the people knelt down, high and low, rich and poor, and
begged Arthur's pardon for the delay he had undergone. Arthur
forgave them, and taking his sword, reverently placed it on the
great altar beside which the archbishop stood. This was a sign
that he meant to dedicate himself and his sword to God.

Afterward the crowning was held, and all the brave men and fair
ladies in the land were present. The lords wore beautiful robes
of velvet and ermine, with gold and jewels on their breast-plates.
The ladies' robes were of purple and white and scarlet and gold
and blue, and they wore many pearls and rubies and diamonds, so
that all the place where they were assembled was glowing with
light and color.

But Arthur, who wore a plain white robe, did not think of the
beauty and richness. He was very grave, knowing that he was about
to take a solemn oath. He bowed his head, while the archbishop
set upon it the golden crown, which gleamed with jewels. Then he
stood up before his people, and vowed that he would be a good
king and always do justice. All the people uncovered their heads
and vowed to serve and obey him; and when he smiled kindly on
them as he rode slowly through the throng, they threw up their
caps and shouted joyfully: "Long live King Arthur! Long live the

King Arthur chose worthy men for his officers, making Sir Kay
steward as he had promised; Sir Ulfius he made chamberlain, and
Sir Brastias warden. Arthur gave offices also to Sir Hector and
Sir Bedivere and Sir Geraint.

After his crowning the king set about righting all the wrongs
that had been done since the death of King Uther. He gave back
the lands and money that had been taken from widows and orphans,
and would permit no unkindness to any of his subjects. Thus, at
the very beginning of his reign, his people began to call him

="Good King Arthur"=


Soon after the crowning of King Arthur, he was journeying through
the land with Merlin, the wise old magician, when they met a
knight who challenged Arthur to a combat. The two fought, and at
last the knight wounded Arthur severely. In the end the king was
victorious, but he had lost so much blood that he could go no
farther. Merlin took him to a good hermit who healed his wound in
three days. Then the king departed with Merlin, and as they were
slowly riding along he said:

"I am still weak from the blood I have lost, and my sword is

"Do not fear," said Merlin. "You shall lose no more blood and
you shall have a good sword. Ride on trustfully with me."

They rode in silence until they came to a lake, large and quiet,
and as beautiful in color as a pearl. While Arthur was looking at
its beauty, he became suddenly aware of three tall women, with
fair, sweet faces, standing on the bank.

"Who are they?" the king asked.

"Three queens who shall help you at your worst need," answered
Merlin. "Now look out upon the lake again."

Arthur turned his eyes upon the lake and saw that in the distance
a slight mist had arisen. Through it the figure of a lady glided
over the surface of the water. Her robe appeared to be made of
waves which streamed away in flowing curves from her body. Her
head and shoulders seemed wrapped in foam tinted with the colors
of the rainbow, and her arms glittered with sparkles which came
from bubbles of water. She was so wonderful that Arthur looked at
her for some time before he asked softly:

"Who is she?"

[Illustration: _Arthur and the Lady of the Lake_]

"She is the Lady of the Lake," said Merlin. "She lives in a rock
in the middle of the lake. See, she is coming toward us. Look at
what is beyond her in the water."

Arthur looked and saw rising above the surface of the water an
arm clothed in pure white. This arm held a huge cross-hilted
sword, so brilliant that Arthur's eyes were dazzled.

When the Lady of the Lake approached nearer, he said:

"Damsel, what sword is that? I wish it were mine, for I have

The lady smiled, saying:

"Step into yonder boat, row to the sword, and take it, together
with the scabbard."

So Arthur entered a little boat that was tied to the shore, and
rowed out to the sword. As he took it and the scabbard, all
gleaming with jewels, the hand and arm vanished into the water.
And when Arthur looked about, the three queens and the Lady of
the Lake were also gone.

As Arthur, still gazing at the sword, rowed to shore, Merlin said
to him:

"My lord Arthur, which pleases you more, sword or scabbard?"

"In truth, the sword," replied the king.

"Let me assure you," said Merlin, smiling gravely, "that the
scabbard is worth ten of the sword. While you have it with you
you shall never lose blood, no, no matter how sorely you are
wounded. So see that you guard it well."

The king, who was looking at the sword, sighed.

"There is writing on the sword," he said.

"True, my lord, written in the oldest tongue in the world."

"_Take me_ on one side," said Arthur, "and _Cast me away_ on the
other. I am glad to take the sword, but it saddens me to think of
casting it away."

Merlin's face grew sad, too. He was so wise that he knew what was
going to happen in the future, and he was well aware that when
the time came to cast the sword away, much evil would have
befallen the good King Arthur. But he knew that the time was yet
very far off; so he said:

"You have taken the sword. Now use it to make justice and right
prevail in all the land. Do not think of casting it away until
you must."

Arthur grew joyful again as he felt the strength of the good
sword in his hand, and the two rode cheerfully forward through
the country.

[Illustration: The Shield]


Although Arthur had been crowned king, he was by no means sure
that all the nobles of the land would accept him as ruler. In
accordance with the custom of the time, he gave a feast in order
to find out who were his friends and who his enemies. All who
came to the feast would, he supposed, consent to be his

He chose the largest hall in London, and had the walls hung with
rich cloths. Upon the floor, strewn with rushes, were placed
trestles, and across these, boards were laid. Upon them fine
white linen was spread, and golden saltcellars, wine-bowls, and
water-jugs set about.

When the guests assembled there were so many that Arthur was
delighted, for he thought they were all his friends. He sat at
the head of one table, and Sir Hector sat at the head of the
other. Arthur wore a gold crown on his head, but it was no
brighter than his hair, and the blue turquoises with which it was
set were no bluer than his eyes. From his shoulders to the ground
hung a magnificent red robe with gold dragons embroidered upon

The cooks and squires came in from the kitchen carrying food,
their ruddy faces beaming from the heat of the fires. First of
all, sixty boars' heads were borne in on silver platters. Then
followed, on golden dishes, peacocks and plovers which had been
so skillfully cooked that their bright colors were preserved.
After the guests had eaten all they cared for of this food, tiny
roasted pigs were brought in, and set on all fours upon the
tables. By this time, all the gold and silver goblets which had
been filled with wine needed refilling. Then the squires carried
in beautiful white swans on silver platters, and roasted cranes
and curlews on plates that glowed like the sun. After that came
rabbits stewed in sweet sauce, and hams and curries. The last
course consisted of tarts and preserves, dates and figs and

The supper began about five o'clock, and the guests ate and drank
into the night. Although it was past Easter time, the weather was
a little cold, and so upon the stone flagging between the two
long tables the king ordered fires to be lighted. The bright
flames darted up, flashing on the gold threads woven in the
hangings of the walls, and on the steel armor of the lords, and
gleaming on the jewels set in the gold and silver goblets which
the squires were carrying about. At one side sat a band of
musicians singing of the glories of King Arthur, and of the
folk-tales of his ancestors and people, accompanying themselves
on their harps.

After the guests had risen from the tables and gone to their
camps, Arthur sent messengers to them with rich gifts of horses
and furs and gold. But most of the lords received the messengers

"Take back these gifts to the beardless boy who has come of low
blood," they said; "we do not want them. We have come here to
give him gifts of hard blows with our hard swords."

The messengers were astonished to hear these things spoken of
their good king. Nevertheless, they told Arthur all that had been
said to them. He sent no answer back, but he called together all
the lords whom he was sure were loyal to him, and asked their
advice. They said to him:

"We cannot give you advice, but we can fight."

"You speak well, my lords," answered Arthur, "and I thank you for
your courage. Will you take the advice of Merlin? You know that
he has done much for me, and he is very wise."

The lords and barons answered that they would do whatever Merlin
advised. When Merlin came to the council hall he said:

"I warn you that your enemies are very strong. They have added to
their numbers so that now you have against you eleven mighty

At this the lords looked dismayed.

"Unless our lord Arthur has more men than he can find in his own
realm," said Merlin, "he will be overcome and slain. Therefore I
give you this counsel. There are two brothers across the sea;
both are monarchs and both very strong. One is King Ban of
Benwick, and the other is King Bors of Gaul. Now these two have
an enemy, also a powerful ruler. Therefore, send to the brothers,
King Bors and King Ban who are now both in Benwick, and say to
them that if they will help Arthur in his war against the eleven
kings, Arthur will help them against their common enemy."

"That is very good counsel," said the king and the lords.

So they chose Sir Ulfius and Sir Brastias as messengers, and
these two hurried away, hopeful of success. When they reached the
town in Benwick where King Bors and King Ban were, knights came
forth to receive them and to hear their message. As soon as it
was learned from whom they had come they were led into the
presence of the brothers. Both were very large men. King Bors
was dark, and was dressed in black armor. King Ban was dark, too;
the colors that he wore on his shield were green and gold. He was
the father of Sir Lancelot, the knight who afterwards became the
most powerful of the followers of Arthur.

The two kings received Sir Ulfius and Sir Brastias with much

"Tell King Arthur," they said, "that we will come to him as
quickly as we can."

Then they gave splendid gifts to Sir Ulfius and Sir Brastias, who
hurried back to Arthur with the message.

In a short time King Bors and King Ban arrived with ten thousand
of their soldiers, and as Arthur had ten thousand, they felt
certain of victory. They went into Wales, a country which
Arthur's followers knew well, and waited confidently for the

The eleven kings collected a great host of sixty thousand men,
fifty thousand on horseback and ten thousand on foot. They
marched towards the place where Arthur was, and set up their camp
near a wood about a mile distant. When Merlin knew this, he said
to Arthur and the two kings:

[Illustration: _King Bors and King Ban_]

"This is my advice: Set upon your enemies at midnight when they
are unprepared, and then you will have the advantage."

So Arthur and the two royal brothers and the twenty thousand
soldiers crept up to where the eleven kings and their men lay.
They took a road circling round the wood. Moving with great
caution, they drew nearer and nearer until they could see first
the camp fires in a circle around the white tents; and then,
against the flashing flames, the dark figures of the men who were
keeping guard. Sometimes they were afraid that the noise they
made would alarm their enemies, but on account of a heavy
windstorm, they were unheard. When his men were quite near,
Arthur gave the word of command. The whole army uttered a great
shout, and ran forward in companies upon their enemies. In a few
minutes they had knocked down most of the tents, and killed many

It was a dreadful thing to be attacked in the dark without
warning. But the eleven kings were brave men, even though they
were so unjust to Arthur in trying to take his kingdom from him,
and made a good fight. Perhaps they would have made a better one
if they had known how few the men were under Arthur.

Before day dawned, Merlin told Arthur to draw back his troops.
This he did, leaving about ten thousand of the enemy dead behind
him. He, however, had not lost very many men.

At daybreak Arthur and his followers saw that the lay of the land
could be used to their advantage. Between them and the enemy was
a narrow road, bounded on one side by a lake, and on the other
side by a dense wood. One part of this wood, however, was thin
enough to allow men to hide in it.

"Now," said Merlin, "let King Bors and King Ban take their
soldiers and hide in the wood for a long time. Then, my lord
Arthur, stand up before the enemy with your men."

"Why shall we do this?" asked Arthur.

"Because," said the wise old man, "when the eleven kings see how
few in number your troops are, they will let you proceed down the
passage. They will think that if you march close to them they can
overcome you. But you can fill up this narrow road with more and
more men from the wood. Then the enemy cannot surround you."

"That seems very good," said Arthur.

"And at last," continued Merlin, "when the eleven kings are
weary, let King Bors and King Ban come forth. Then surely the
courage of our enemies will fail."

The plan was carried out. Arthur's men marched down the passage.
The green wood was on one side, and on the other was the lake,
the water of which was so clear that it reflected the bodies of
the soldiers with their shields and helmets. The sun shone on
their armor. The little birds in the woods sang as they passed.
But the men were thinking of nothing but the expected battle.

When they had come close to the enemy, they saw the eleven kings
all in a row, mounted on big handsome horses. Their fifty
thousand men were behind them. Suddenly these rode forward and
the battle began.

It was a fierce fight. In a very short time the field was covered
with overthrown men and horses. Broken shields and helmets lay on
the ground, and many of the knights who had been fighting on
horseback were unhorsed, and were fighting on foot. Arthur
galloped here and there among his enemies, conquering with his
trusty sword all with whom he fought. The woods and the water
rang with his sword strokes. The noise drowned the sweet songs of
the birds, but still they sang, and flew about gaily, all unaware
of the grim death-struggle going on beneath them.

Finally the time arrived for bringing forward King Bors and his
men. The great dark king went thundering down upon his enemies.
When the King of Orkney saw him coming, he cried:

"Oh, we are in great danger! I see King Bors, one of the best and
bravest kings in the world, and he is helping our enemy."

Then the other kings were astonished, for they did not know that
Arthur had sent outside his country for help.

"But we will fight on," they said, "no matter how powerful he

While they were still fighting, but with great loss of courage,
they heard the loud sounds made by the hoofs of other tramping
horses, and King Ban rode down on them, followed by his men. His
black brows were frowning, and his green and gold colors
glittered in the sun.

"Alas, alas!" cried the King of Orkney, "now in truth are we
lost, for here is another king, no less great than his brother
Bors. But we must neither flee nor yield."

The eleven kings, being agreed to this, continued the battle,
though so many of their men were killed that the King of Orkney
wept. When he saw some of his men running away, he wept still
more, for he thought it was better to die than to be a coward.

Though they did not intend to run away, the eleven kings thought
it would be wise to retreat to a little copse near by. It was
late and they were tired and wished to rest before fighting
again. King Bors and King Ban could not help admiring these

"In truth," said King Ban, "they are the bravest men I ever saw.
I would they were your friends."

"Indeed, so would I," replied Arthur; "but I have no hope of
that, for they are determined to destroy me, and so we must fight

At this moment Merlin rode up on his great black horse.

"Have you not done enough?" he cried to Arthur. "Of their sixty
thousand men there are left but fifteen thousand. It is time to
stop, I say. If you fight on, they will win the day. The tide
will turn against you."

Arthur hesitated and Merlin said:

"The eleven kings have a great trouble coming of which they are
ignorant. The Saracens have landed in their countries to the
number of over forty thousand. So your enemies will have so much
fighting to do that they will not attack you again for three

Then Arthur was glad, for it had grieved him deeply to fight so
long and to lose his good soldiers.

"We will fight no more," he said.

"That is well," replied Merlin. "Now give presents to your
soldiers, for to-day they have proved themselves equal to the
best fighters in the world."

"True, indeed!" exclaimed King Bors and King Ban.

So Arthur gave gifts to his own men; and a great deal of gold to
the brother kings, both for themselves and for their soldiers.
And the two kings went home rejoicing.

[Illustration: The Two Horses]


After Arthur had proved his prowess in his contest with the
eleven kings, he decided to establish his Court and the Order of
the Round Table. The place he chose was the city of Camelot in
Wales, which had a good situation, being built upon a hill. He
called the wise Merlin and ordered him to make a great palace on
the summit of the hill. Through his powers of enchantment, Merlin
was able to do this very quickly, and within a week the king and
his personal attendants were settled in the palace.

The main part consisted of a great Assembly Hall built of white
marble, the roof of which seemed to be upheld by pillars of green
and red porphyry, and was surmounted by magnificent towers. The
outside walls of the hall were covered with beautiful rows of
sculpture. The lowest row represented wild beasts slaying men.
The second row represented men slaying wild beasts. The third
represented warriors who were peaceful, good men. The fourth
showed men with growing wings. Over all was a winged statue with
the face of Arthur. Merlin meant to show by means of the first
row that formerly evil in men was greater than good; by the
second that men began to conquer the evil in themselves, which in
time caused them to become really good, noble, and peace-loving
men, as in the third row. And finally, through the refining
influence of Good King Arthur and his wise helpers, men would
grow to be almost as perfect as the angels.

The main doorway was in the shape of an arch, upheld by pillars
of dark yellow marble. The hall was lighted by fourteen great
windows, through which the light streamed in soft colors upon the
marble floors. Between these windows, and along the cornices,
were beautiful decorations. There were carvings in white marble
of birds and beasts and twining vines. There was mosaic work of
black and yellow and pink marble and of lapis lazuli, as blue as
a lake when the clear sun shines full upon its surface. Under the
windows were many stone shields, beneath each of which was the
name of a knight. Some shields were blazoned with gold, some were
carved, and some were blank. The walls were hung with beautiful
tapestries which had been woven by the ladies of the land for
Arthur's new palace. On each had been pictured some episode from
the life of King Arthur; the drawing of the magic sword from the
anvil, the finding of the good sword Excalibur, his deeds of
justice and acts of kindness, and his many battles and wars.

The two wings of the palace contained the dining hall and kitchen
and the living apartments of all the members of the court who
made their home with the king. The dining hall was only a little
less beautiful than Arthur's great Assembly Hall. The walls were
hung with cloths of scarlet and gold. The deep fireplace was
supported by four bronze pillars. In the middle of the room were
long tables made of oak boards set on ivory trestles. At a
banquet the walls were hung with garlands of flowers or festoons
of branches.

The great kitchen had stone walls and stone flagging. The
fireplace was so large that there was room for a whole ox to be
roasted, and above hung cranes from which half a dozen kettles
could be suspended, and pots of such a size that pigs could be
boiled whole in them. All about the walls were cupboards. Some
were full of plates of wood, iron, steel, silver, and gold, and
flagons, cups, bowls, and saltcellars of gold and silver. Others
were used for the storing of cold meats and fruits. There were
several tables on which the cooked food was cut, and benches upon
which the cooks rested when they were tired of serving the hungry

Well might they have grown tired.

Supper, the most important meal of the day, lasted from three
until six, and often longer. But the cooks, and the little
scullion boys who washed the pots and pans, and the attendants
who carried in the food to the dining hall, all wore contentment
and happiness on their faces as they hurried about with their
long blouses tucked out of harm's way; for to serve King Arthur
and his guests was considered a real privilege.

The sleeping rooms were furnished with chests, and chairs, and
beds spread with fine linen and with ermine-lined covers.
Hangings of various colors were upon the walls. On the floors
were strewn rushes, and among them was thrown mint which gave
forth an agreeable odor.

After Arthur, his officers, and his servants had been in the
palace a few days, the king formally established his Court. He
invited all the knights who cared to do so to come with their
families and retinues and live with him. Some preferred to remain
in their own castles, but others gladly went to live with the
king. Soon all were comfortably settled.

The king's officers were very important members of Arthur's
court. First of these came the Archbishop of Canterbury, who
held the highest place in the king's regard. It was his duty to
conduct the church services for Arthur and his followers, and to
christen, marry, and bury the people of Camelot. Next, Sir Ulfius
as chamberlain superintended the care of the king's rooms. Sir
Brastias, who was warden, superintended the servants. Sir Kay,
who was steward, had charge of all the food and the kitchen. Sir
Hector, as treasurer, took care of the king's gold and rendered
the accounts. Sir Geraint managed all the tournaments and outdoor
sports of the knights and squires. There were other officers to
help these, and all did their work faithfully and lovingly.

The knights whom Arthur chose to be members of his Round Table
were mostly selected from these officers. As members of this
order there were one hundred and fifty of the knights who had
shown themselves especially brave in battle and who were devoted
followers of the king. Next to being king, the greatest honor
which could fall to a warrior was to be made a member of the
Round Table, for all who belonged to the order were dedicated to
the service of God and mankind. There is no glory greater than
such a dedication.

In his great hall Arthur had placed a huge table, made round in
shape so that there should be neither head nor foot, a higher
place nor a lower place. Arthur wished all who sat there to be
equals. These chosen knights were to give him council in times of
peace and of war.

It was a solemn hour when the knights took their places. The
Archbishop of Canterbury blessed them and their seats. Then each
one came to Arthur, who stood at the top of the Assembly Hall,
and did him homage. Next they took their vows. They promised to
be brave and good, never false, or mean, or cruel. If anyone with
whom they fought begged for mercy, they would show him mercy. And
they vowed never to fight for a wrong cause or for money. Each
year at the feast of the Pentecost they were to repeat these

Other members of Arthur's Court were old, brave knights who could
no longer fight, but who liked to be near the king and his
warriors, and gave the wisdom of age and experience to his
councils; young, ambitious, and promising knights who had had but
little real experience in battle; and faithful squires who had
had no real experience at all. Boys from six to fourteen years
were pages. There were others who transformed Arthur's Court to a
place of grace and beauty,--the mothers, wives, sisters, and
daughters of the warriors.

Although they did not help in the councils of war, these ladies
were of great assistance in training the knights to be tender and
courteous. They taught the little pages good manners and
unselfishness. They assisted the knights in removing their armor
when they came in tired from riding or fighting. They sat with
Arthur and the knights in the evening in the dining-hall, singing
or playing upon harps, or listening to the tales that were told.
When the knights were away the ladies stayed in their own
chambers, hearing wise readings from the Archbishop of Canterbury,
or other learned men, listening to Merlin's words of wisdom, and
embroidering the beautiful hangings and cushions which were to
adorn the palace.

It was a month before Arthur's Court was established, and during
that time the city of Camelot was a scene of continual merriment.
The people of the place were glad that the king had come, for
that meant much gain for them. Those of them who did not live in
the palace had their houses or shops on the streets which wound
about the foot of the hill. Many of the shops belonged to
armorers, who had armor of all sorts for any one who would buy.
They were glad in their turn to buy the swords of famous knights
which had been used in great battles, for such weapons they could
always sell again at a good price. These shopkeepers and the
servants and the squires and the warriors all united to make the
city of Camelot a beautiful one, for the sake of their king. The
streets were kept strewn with rushes and flowers. Rich awnings
and silken draperies were hung from the houses.

All day long processions passed, made up of the followers of all
those lords who gave allegiance to the king. They carried the
banners of their masters, crimson, white, or scarlet, gold,
silver, or azure, making the streets glow with color. The
marching squires wore ornamented blouses, drawn in at the waist,
long silk stockings, and shoes of embroidered leather. The bowmen
were dressed in green kirtles, rather shorter than those of the
squires, and wore dark woolen hose; they carried their bows and
arrows slung across their shoulders. The servants were dressed in
much the same way, except that their blouses were longer and of
various colors. Many knights rode in the processions, their long
plumes waving in the wind, their armor shining, and their falcons
perched upon their wrists.

All day long, too, bands of musicians played on flutes and
timbrels and tabors and harps; bands of young men and women sang
songs in praise of the king; story-tellers went about relating
old tales of famous heroes. The young men showed their strength
by tumbling and wrestling, and their grace by dancing; the young
women also danced.

The wise Merlin often passed along the streets, walking silently
among the merry throngs of people. Sometimes the little Dagonet
danced at his side, Dagonet the king's jester, a tiny man who
made merriment for the Court with his witty sayings. He always
wore a tight-fitting red blouse and a peaked cap ornamented with
bells, and he carried a mock scepter in the shape of a carved
ivory stick.

Whenever Arthur appeared before his people, church-bells were
joyously rung and trumpets were sounded. The king, as he rode,
distributed presents to the poor people:--capes, coats, and
mantles of serge, and bushels of pence. In a dining-hall at the
palace, feasts were held on those days for them, and they were
also open for all the people who might come.

When the weather was beautiful, tables were placed on the sward
outside the palace, and those who cared to, ate under the shade
of the trees, listening to the music of the blackbirds, whose
singing was almost as loud as that of the chorus of damsels who
sang in the palace. Every hour the servants carried in and out
great quarters of venison, roasted pheasants and herons, and
young hawks, ducks, and geese, all on silver platters. Curries
and stews and tarts were innumerable. In the midst of the sward a
silver fountain had been set from which flowed sweet wine. Even
the great feasts of the year, which were held at Christmas, upon
the day of the Passover, at Pentecost, upon Ascension day, and
upon St. John's day, were not as wonderful as these feasts, when
the king held holiday with his people.

On these days of merriment, when the people were not eating or
drinking or marching in processions, they were at the tournament
field, watching the combats. Here the best of Arthur's knights,
mounted on strong horses and wearing heavy armor, were ranged on
two sides of the field. Behind each row was a pavilion filled
with ladies. Four heralds stood ready to blow the trumpets which
gave the signal for the combats. Each herald wore crimson silk
stockings and crimson velvet kirtles, tight at the waist, and
reaching half-way to the knee.

When it was time to begin the heralds blew the trumpets, the
ladies bent over eagerly, and the knights spurred their horses
forward, riding with their lances in rest. In a moment clouds of
dust arose, circling up as high as the plumes on the knights'
helmets, and their lances crashed against each other's shields.
Many of the lances broke. Sometimes the shock of contact
overthrew a knight. But no one was hurt, for the good King Arthur
had ordered that the combats should be friendly.

When the jousting had lasted for several hours, those knights who
had shown themselves the stronger, received prizes from the
ladies. The prizes were suits of armor ornamented with gold, and
swords with jeweled hilts. The knight who, of all, was the
strongest, chose the lady whom he considered most beautiful, and
crowned her "The Queen of Love and Beauty."

During the month of feasting, Arthur made knights of some of the
squires. A young squire was first obliged to show his skill in
tilting at the quintain. Then his father presented him with
falcons and sparrowhawks for hunting, and arms and robes. He also
gave robes and arms to his son's companions, and, to their
mothers and sisters, furs and embroidered robes, and belts of
gold. Finally he gave money to the singers and players, and
servants, and to the poor people of Camelot.

At about sunset the young squire went into the church, where the
Archbishop of Canterbury held a solemn service. The youth took
the armor which he had chosen, and placed it on the floor in
front of the altar. He was then left alone, and all night long he
prayed fervently to God to give him strength to be a noble and
true knight. In the morning the king came to the church, attended
by his nobles and by the archbishop. The squire laid his sword on
the altar, thus signifying his devotion to Christ and his
determination to lead a holy life. King Arthur bound the sword
and spurs on the young man, and, taking Excalibur, he smote him
lightly on the shoulder with it, saying, "Be thou a true and
faithful knight."

Then the squire took a solemn oath to protect all who were in
distress, to do right, to be a pure knight, and to have faith in
God. After that the Archbishop of Canterbury preached a solemn

When the month of feasting and holiday was ended, the members of
the Court returned to their usual habits of life. The Knights of
the Round Table went forth to right wrongs and to enforce the
law. All who were in distress came to the king for help. And to
the whole country Arthur's Court was famous as a place where
unkindness was never done, and where truth, justice, and love

[Illustration: The Shield and the Sword]


After Arthur had been established in his Court for some time, his
neighbor, Leodogran, the king of Cameliard, asked him for help in
a battle. To this Arthur cheerfully consented, and gathered his
warrior men about him.

It chanced, as he and his men were marching past the castle of
Leodogran to meet the enemy, the king's daughter, Guinevere, who
was the most beautiful lady in all that land, stood on the castle
wall to watch her father's allies pass. Now she did not know, of
all the knights who rode by, which was Arthur. Many wore gold and
jewels on their armor, while the king's armor was plain.

[Illustration: _"Arthur saw Guinevere bending over the wall"_]

But Arthur saw her bending over the wall. She was slender and
graceful; her black hair fell in two long heavy braids over each
shoulder; her eyes were large and black. And Arthur felt a warm
love spring from his heart for her, and said to himself:

"If I win this battle for Leodogran, I shall ask him to give me
the princess Guinevere for wife."

His love for Guinevere made him fight even more bravely than
usual, and he soon won the battle. After he had returned to
Camelot, he told his knights that he wished to marry the
princess. They were very glad, because they, too, had seen her
and thought her the most beautiful lady they had ever beheld.

Then Arthur said:

"I will send my three good knights, Sir Ulfius and Sir Brastias
and Sir Bedivere, to King Leodogran to ask for Guinevere."

The three knights set forth gayly, feeling certain that King
Leodogran would be glad to marry his daughter to their great
Arthur. When, however, they came to the castle of Leodogran with
their request, the king hesitated. He bade them wait for a little
while in the room adjoining his large hall. Then he said to

"Arthur has helped me, indeed. I know, too, that he is powerful.
But I hear strange stories of his birth. There are people who say
that he is not a king's son. However great he is, I cannot give
him my only daughter unless he is really a true king, born of
royal blood."

He called the oldest knight in his kingdom and said to him:

"Do you know anything about Arthur's birth?"

The old man looked very wise and said:

"There are two men who do know; the younger of them is twice as
old as I am. They are Merlin, and Bleys, the master of Merlin.
Bleys has written down the secret of Arthur's birth in a book."

Then King Leodogran laughed a little and said:

"My friend, your words have not helped me much. If Arthur had
not helped me in my time of need more than you have helped me
now, I should have been lost indeed. Go and call Sir Ulfius and
Sir Brastias and Sir Bedivere."

So the old man brought in the three knights, and Leodogran said
to them:

"I hear strange tales of your king's birth. Some say that he is
indeed the son of the late King Uther, but others say that he is
the son of Sir Hector. Do you believe that he is Uther's son?"

They said "Yes," and then told King Leodogran that Sir Hector had
brought up King Arthur as his son, for fear that those who wanted
the throne would kill the child; and that Arthur was undoubtedly
Uther's son.

Still King Leodogran could not make up his mind. He bade the
three lords remain with him for a few days.

Meanwhile the beautiful Queen Bellicent came to the Court, and
Leodogran asked her advice.

"Do you think Arthur is a great king?" he asked. "Will he always
be great?"

"He is very great," said the queen. "And all his people love him.
Perhaps he has not many lords, but their deep love makes up for
their small number."

"That may be true," replied the king.

"Besides that," added the queen, "they are good men. As you know,
the Knights of the Round Table are bound by vows to be kind and
true and merciful and helpful."

"I have heard it," said the king.

"Moreover," went on Queen Bellicent, "Arthur has powerful
friends: Merlin, the magician, and the Lady of the Lake, who gave
him his sword Excalibur, and the three fair queens, who will help
him when he needs help most."

"Yes, yes," said King Leodogran, "if all this is true, Arthur
must prevail over his enemies. But is he the son of King Uther
and Queen Yguerne? You are the daughter of Queen Yguerne by an
earlier marriage, and, therefore, Arthur's half-sister if Arthur
is really Uther's son. You ought surely to know the truth."

Bellicent waited a little while, and then said:

"King Leodogran, I do not know what the truth is. There are two
stories: the story Merlin tells and the story Bleys tells.
Merlin says that Arthur is Uther's son, and indeed I should like
to believe it."

"But you are not sure?" asked the king.

"I am not sure. For my mother Yguerne was dark, and King Uther
was dark. Their hair and eyes were black like mine. Yet Arthur's
hair is as bright as gold. Besides, there is the story of old

"What is his story?"

"He says that Uther died, weeping because he had no heir. Then
Bleys and Merlin, who were present at his death, passed together
out of the castle. It was a stormy night, and as they walked
along by the lake they were forced by the roar of the tempest to
look out upon the waves, whipped by the wind.

"Suddenly they saw a ship on the water. It had the shape of a
winged dragon. All over its decks stood a multitude of people
shining like gold. Then the ship vanished, and a number of great
waves began to roll in towards shore. The ninth of these waves
seemed as large as half the sea. It was murmuring with strange
voices and rippling with flames. In the midst of the flames was a
little fair-haired baby who was borne to Merlin's feet. Merlin
stooped and picked it up, and cried, 'The King! Here is an heir
for Uther!' This, King Leodogran, is the story Bleys told me
before he died."

King Leodogran wondered very much. Then he said:

"But did you not question Merlin about this?"

"Yes," answered Queen Bellicent. "I asked him if this story of
Bleys was true. He would only answer me with a riddle."

As King Leodogran was still silent, she said:

"Do not fear to give your daughter to Arthur, for he will be the
greatest king the world has ever seen."

Leodogran felt less doubtful. While he was thinking, he fell
asleep and had a dream. He saw in his dream a field covered with
mist and smoke, and a phantom king standing in the cloud. He
heard a voice which said, "This is not our king; this is not the
son of Uther." But suddenly the mist disappeared and the king
stood out in heaven, crowned.

King Leodogran took this dream for a good sign. He called the
three knights, Sir Ulfius and Sir Brastias and Sir Bedivere, and
said to them:

"Say to your king that I will give him Guinevere for his wife."

So the three hastily returned to King Arthur, who was overjoyed
with their message.

In the month of May he sent Sir Lancelot, the son of King Ban,
for Guinevere. When she came, the Archbishop of Canterbury
married them. And he blessed them and said that they, with the
help of the Knights of the Round Table, must do much good for the

[Illustration: The Knight with the Sword]

[Illustration] THE COMING of GARETH

The beautiful Queen Bellicent had many sons, all of whom had gone
out in the world except the youngest. His name was Gareth. His
two brothers, Gawain and Modred, were with the good King Arthur,
and Gareth longed to join them. His mother, however, would not
let him go.

"You are not yet a man," she said. "You are only a child. Stay a
little longer with me."

So Gareth stayed. One day he came to his mother and said:

"Mother, may I tell you a story?"

"Gladly," she replied.

"Then, mother, once there was a golden egg which a royal eagle
had laid, away up in a tree. It was so high up that it could
hardly be seen. But a youth, who though poor was brave, saw it,
and longed for it. He knew that if he could get it, it would
bring wealth and prosperity to him. So he tried to climb. One who
loved him stopped him, saying, 'You will fall and be killed if
you try to reach that height.' Therefore the poor boy did not
climb, and so did not fall; but he pined away with longing till
his heart broke and he died."

Queen Bellicent answered:

"If the person who held him back had loved him, that person would
have climbed, and found the egg, and given it to the youth."

"That could not be," said Gareth. "Mother, suppose the egg were
not gold, but steel, the same steel that Arthur's sword Excalibur
is made of."

The queen grew pale, for she now understood his meaning.

But Gareth spoke on:

"Dear mother, the gold egg is the glory to be won at Arthur's
Court; I am the poor youth, and you are the one who holds me
back. Mother, let me go!"

Then Bellicent wept, and she said:

"Oh, my son, do not leave me. You love me more than Gawain and
Modred. You are all I have left in the world."

But Gareth replied:

"Mother, I waste my strength here."

"No, no," she said. "You shall hunt; you shall follow the deer
and the fox, and so grow strong. Then I will find you a beautiful
wife, and we shall all live together till I die."

Gareth shook his head.

"No, mother. I do not want a wife until I have proved myself to
be a worthy and brave knight. I wish to follow Arthur, my good
king and uncle."

"Perhaps he is not the true king and your uncle," Bellicent said.
"At least wait a little till he has shown himself to be the
greatest king in the world. Stay with me."

"Nay, mother," he said. "I must go."

Then the queen thought of a plan which she hoped would soon make
him willing to stay home.

"If I let you go, my son, you must make me a promise. The promise
will prove your love to me."

"I will make a hundred promises," cried young Gareth, "if you
will only let me go."

"Then," she said, "you must go in disguise to the court of
Arthur. You must hire yourself out as a kitchen boy. You shall
wash the pots and pans for a whole year and tell no one that you
are the son of a queen."

Queen Bellicent was sure that Gareth would not wish to make such
a promise. He was silent a long, long time. He had hoped to take
part at once with the Knights of the Round Table in great deeds.
At last he said:

"I may be a kitchen boy and still be noble in heart and mind.
Besides, I can look on at the tournaments. I shall see King
Arthur and Sir Lancelot and Sir Kay. Yes, mother, I will go."

Queen Bellicent was very sad. All the days before Gareth's
departure her eyes followed him until he felt that he could not
bear to see her grieve longer. So in the middle of the night he
rose quietly and woke two of his faithful servants. They dressed
themselves like plowmen and started towards Camelot.

It was Easter time and the young grass was a bright green. The
birds were beginning their chirping, although it was not yet
light. As the dawn came, they saw the early morning mist sweeping
over the mountain and forest near Arthur's city of Camelot.
Sometimes the mist drew away and showed in the distance the
towers gleaming like silver.

One of the servants said:

"Let us go no farther, my lord Gareth. I am afraid. That is a
fairy city."

The second said:

"Yes, lord, let us turn back. I have heard that Arthur is not the
real king, but a changeling brought from fairyland in a great
wave all flame. He has done all his deeds with the help of
Merlin's enchantment."

The first one spoke again:

"Lord Gareth, that is no real city. It is a vision."

But Gareth laughed and said:

"Arthur is real flesh and blood, a brave man, and a just king.
Come with me to the gate of his city, and do not be afraid."

When they reached the gate of the city, they stared in amazement.
It was made of silver and mother-of-pearl. In the center was
carved the figure of the Lady of the Lake, with her arms
outstretched in the form of a cross. In one hand she held a
sword, and in the other a censer. On both sides of her figure was
carved the story of the wars of King Arthur. Above all were the
figures of the three queens who were to help Arthur in time of

The three looked till their eyes were dazzled. Then they heard a
peal of music, and the gate slowly opened. An old man with a long
gray beard came out to greet them, and returning led them up past
the gardens and groves and roofs and towers of Camelot to
Arthur's great palace on the summit of the hill.

Gareth hardly thought of the splendors of the palace. He
approached the arched doorway of the Assembly Hall, thinking
only as his heart beat quickly, that at last he was to see the
good King Arthur. Even before he entered he heard the voice of
the king. For it was one of the days when Arthur was giving
judgment to his people.

The king sat on a throne made of gold and ivory and ebony. On its
arms and back were carved great dragons. Arthur wore a gold crown
which was not brighter than his own beautiful hair and beard. His
blue eyes were as calm and clear as the sky in summer time. His
trusty knights stood about him on each side of the throne. The
tallest of these, who had a worn, browned face, and piercing dark
eyes, under frowning brows, must be, Gareth knew, the famous
knight, Sir Lancelot.

As Gareth entered, a widow came forward and cried to Arthur:

"Hear me, oh, King! Your father, King Uther, took away a field
from my husband, who is now dead. The king promised us gold, but
he gave us no gold, nor would he return our field."

Then Arthur said:

"Which would you rather have, the gold or the field?"

The woman wept, saying:

"Oh, King, my dead husband loved the field. Give it back to me."

"You shall have your field again," said Arthur, "and besides I
will give you three times the amount of gold it is worth to pay
you for the years King Uther had it."

Gareth thought that Arthur was indeed a just king. And while this
was passing through his mind, another widow came forward and

"Hear me, oh, King! Heretofore you have been my enemy. You killed
my husband with your own hands. It is hard for me to ask justice
or favor of you. Yet I must. My husband's brother took my son and
had him slain, and has now stolen his land. So I ask you for a
knight who will do battle and get my son's land for me, and
revenge me for his death."

Then a good knight stepped forward and said:

"Sir King, I am her kinsman. Let me do battle for her and right
her wrongs."

But Sir Kay, Arthur's foster brother, said:

"Lord Arthur, do not help a woman who has called you her enemy in
your own hall."

"Sir Kay," replied Arthur, "I am here to help all those who need
help in my land. This woman loved her lord, and I killed him
because he rebelled against me. Let her kinsman go and do battle
against the man who has wronged her. Bring him here, and I shall
judge him. If he is guilty he shall suffer."

While Gareth was still listening to the king's words, a messenger
entered from Mark, the king of Cornwall. He carried a wonderful
gold cloth which he laid at Arthur's feet, saying:

"My lord, King Mark sends you this as a sign that he is your true

But Arthur said:

"Take back the cloth. When I fight with kings who are worthy men,
after I have conquered them I give them back their lands, and
make them my subject-kings and Knights of the Round Table. But
Mark is not fit to be a king. He is cruel and false. I will not
call him friend."

The messenger stepped back in alarm. Arthur said to him kindly:

"It is not your fault that Mark is unworthy. Stay in this city
until you are refreshed and then go back home in safety."

While the king judged other cases, Gareth looked around the great
hall. Underneath the fourteen windows he saw three rows of stone
shields, and under each shield was the name of a knight. If a
knight had done one great deed, there was carving on his shield;
if he had done two or more, there were gold markings. If he had
done none, the shield was blank. Gareth saw that Sir Lancelot's
shield and Sir Kay's glittered with gold. He looked for the
shields of his brothers, Sir Gawain and Sir Modred. Sir Gawain's
was marked with gold, but Sir Modred's was blank.

Meanwhile, Arthur had judged all the cases. Then Gareth came
forward timidly and said:

"Lord King, you see my poor clothes; give me leave to serve for
twelve months in your kitchen without telling my name. After that
I will fight."

"You are a fair youth," Arthur replied, "and you deserve a better
gift. However, since this is all you ask, I will put you under
the care of Sir Kay, who is master of the kitchen."

Sir Kay looked at Gareth with scorn.

"This youth has come from some place where he did not get enough
to eat," he said, "and so he thinks of nothing but food. Yet if
he wants food, he shall have it, provided he does his work well."

Sir Lancelot, who stood near by, said:

"Sir Kay, you understand dogs and horses well, but not men. Look
at this youth's face; see his broad forehead and honest eyes, and
beautiful hands. I believe he is of noble birth, and you should
treat him well."

"Perhaps he is a traitor," Sir Kay said. "Perhaps he will poison
King Arthur's food. Yet I believe he is too stupid to be a
traitor. If he were not stupid, or if he were noble, he would
have asked for a different gift. He would have asked for a horse
and armor. Let him go to my kitchen."

So Gareth went to the kitchen. And there he worked faithfully at
hard tasks, such as cutting wood and drawing water. Sir Lancelot
spoke to him kindly whenever he passed him, but Sir Kay was
always very strict and severe. Sometimes Gareth grew discouraged
and wished his mother had not exacted such a promise of him.

Whenever there was a tournament he was happy. He liked to watch
the horses prancing, and the brave knights riding, with the sun
shining on their helmets and lances. And he would say to himself:

"Only wait till the twelve months have passed, and then I shall
ask King Arthur to let me do some brave deed. Perhaps some one
will come to the hall and demand to have a wrong righted. Then I
will beg the king to let me do that act of justice."

Such thoughts kept him cheerful. And indeed, before many weeks,
his chance came for doing a great deed.


Gareth served in the kitchen of the king only one month, for his
mother became sorry for the promise she had asked of him, and
sent armor for him to Arthur's Court, with a letter to the king
telling who the youth was. With great joy Gareth then went to
Arthur and said:

"My lord, I can fight as well as my brother Gawain. At home we
have proved it. Then make me a knight,--in secret, for I do not
want the other knights to know my name. Make me a knight, and
give me permission to right the first wrong that we hear of."

The king said gravely:

"You know all that my knights must promise?"

"Yes, my lord Arthur. I am willing to promise all."

"I will make you my knight in secret, since you wish it," Arthur
said, "except that I must tell Sir Lancelot. He is my dearest
knight, and I keep no secrets from him."

Gareth said that he would be glad to have Sir Lancelot know.
Accordingly the king spoke to Sir Lancelot about Gareth.

"I have promised him that he may right the first wrong we hear
of," said Arthur, "but as he has not yet proved what he can do, I
want you to take a horse and follow him when he sets forth. Cover
up the great lions on your shield so that he will not know who
you are." Sir Lancelot agreed. Then Gareth was secretly made a

That same day a beautiful young damsel came into Arthur's hall.
She had cheeks as pink as apple blossoms, and very sharp eyes.

"Who are you, damsel?" asked the king, "and what do you need?"

"My name is Lynette," she said, "and I am of noble blood. I need
a knight to fight for my sister Lyonors, a lady, also noble,
rich, and most beautiful."

"Why must she have a knight?" questioned Arthur.

"My Lord King, she lives in Castle Perilous. Around this castle a
river circles three times, and there are three passing-places,
one over each circle of the river. Three knights, who are
brothers, keep a constant guard over these passing-places. A
fourth knight, also a brother, clad in black armor, stands guard
in front of my sister's castle. We have never seen this knight's
face or heard his voice, but his brothers tell us he is the most
powerful and daring knight in the world. All these four keep my
sister a prisoner."

"And why?"

"Because they want her to marry one of them so that they can have
her great wealth. She refuses, but they say that they will have
their way. In the meantime, they demand that you send Sir
Lancelot to fight with them. They hope to overthrow Sir Lancelot,
thus proving themselves the greatest warriors in the land. But I
believe that Sir Lancelot could overthrow them; therefore, I
have come for him."

Arthur remembered his promise to Sir Gareth, and did not speak of
Sir Lancelot, but asked:

"Tell me what these four knights, your enemies, are like."

"The three I have talked to are vain and foolish knights, my
lord," answered the damsel. "They have no law, and they
acknowledge no king. Yet they are very strong, and therefore am I
come for Sir Lancelot."

Then Sir Gareth rose up, crying:

"Sir King, give me this adventure."

At this, Sir Kay started up in anger, but Gareth continued:

"My king, you know that I am but your kitchen boy, yet I have
grown so strong on your meat and drink that I can overthrow an
hundred such knights."

The king looked at him a moment, and said:

"Go, then."

At this all the knights were amazed. The damsel's face flushed
with anger.

"Shame, King!" she cried. "I asked you for your chief knight,
and you give me a kitchen boy!"

Then, before any one could prevent, she ran from the hall,
mounted her horse, and rode out of the city gate. Gareth
followed, and at the doorway found a noble war horse which the
king had ordered to be given him. Near by were the two faithful
servants who had followed him from his mother's home. They held
his armor. Gareth put it on, seized his lance and shield, jumped
upon his horse, and rode off joyfully.

Sir Kay, who was watching, said to Sir Lancelot:

"Why does the king send my kitchen lad to fight? I will go after
the boy and put him to his pots and pans again."

"Sir Kay, do not attempt to do that," said Sir Lancelot.
"Remember that the king commanded him to go."

But Sir Kay leaped on his horse and followed Gareth.

Meanwhile, Sir Gareth overtook the damsel and said:

"Lady, I am to right your wrong. Lead and I follow."

But she cried:

"Go back! I smell kitchen grease when you are near. Go back! your
master has come for you."

Gareth looked behind and saw that Sir Kay was riding up to him.
When Sir Kay was within hearing distance, he shouted:

"Come back with me to the kitchen."

"I will not," said Gareth.

Then Sir Kay rode fiercely at the youth. Gareth, however, struck
him from his horse, and then turned to the damsel, saying:

"Lead on; I follow."

She rode for a long time in silence, with Gareth a few paces
behind her. At last she stopped and said:

"You have overthrown your master, you kitchen boy, but I do not
like you any better for it. I still smell the kitchen grease."

Sir Gareth said, very gently:

"You may speak to me as you will, but I shall not leave you till
I have righted your wrong."

"Ah!" she said, scornfully, "you talk like a noble knight, but
you are not one," and she again galloped in front of him.

Presently, as they passed a thick wood, a man broke out of it and
spoke to them:

"Help! help! they are drowning my lord!"

"Follow! I lead!" shouted Gareth to the damsel, and rushed into
the wood. There he found six men trying to drown a seventh.
Gareth attacked them with such vigor that they fled. When the
rescued man had recovered, he thanked Gareth warmly.

"I am the lord of the castle yonder," he said, "and these are my
enemies. You came in time."

Then he begged Gareth and the lady to stay all night in his
castle. They agreed, and he led the way. He took them into his
large hall and was about to seat them side by side at a dining
table. But the damsel said in scorn:

"This is a kitchen boy, and I will not sit by him."

The lord looked surprised. He took Gareth to another table and
sat beside him. After they had eaten, he said:

"You may be a kitchen boy, or the damsel may be out of her mind,
but whichever is the case, you are a good fighter and you have
saved my life."

The next morning Gareth and the damsel set forth. They rode for a
while in silence, and then she said:

"Sir Kitchen Boy, although you are so low, I would like to save
your life. Soon we are coming to one who will overthrow you; so
turn back."

But Gareth refused. In a little while they came to the first
circle of the river. The passing-place was spanned by a bridge.
On the farther side of the bridge was a beautiful pavilion,
draped in silk of gold and crimson colors. In front of it passed
a warrior without armor.

"Damsel," he cried, "is this the knight you have brought from
Arthur's Court to fight with me?"

"Ah!" she said, "the king scorns you so much that he has sent a
kitchen boy to fight with you. Take care that he does not fall on
you before you are armed, for he is a knave."

[Illustration: _"Gareth rode at him fiercely"_]

The warrior went inside his tent for his armor, and the damsel
said to Gareth:

"Are you afraid?"

"Damsel," he said, "I am not afraid. I would rather fight twenty
times than hear you speak so unkindly of me. Yet your cruel words
have put strength into my arm. I shall fight well."

Then the knight came forth all in armor, and he said:

"Youth, you are a kitchen boy. Go back to your king; you are not
fit to fight with me."

Gareth rode at him fiercely, saying:

"I am of nobler blood than you."

He fought so well that soon his enemy was overcome. Then Gareth

"Go to Arthur's Court and say that his kitchen boy sent you."

When the knight had departed, Gareth rode on, with the damsel in
advance. After a little while she stopped her horse, and when he
had caught up with her, she said:

"Youth, I do not smell the kitchen grease so much as I did."

Then she galloped off, laughing over her shoulder, while Gareth
followed her, a little more slowly.

When they reached the second circle of the river, the damsel

"Here is the brother of the knight you overthrew. He is stronger
than the first. You had better go home, kitchen boy."

Gareth answered nothing. Out of the tent by the bridge which
crossed the second circle of water, came a knight, clad in armor
which glowed like the sun. Lynette shouted to him:

"I bring a kitchen boy who has overthrown your brother."

"Ah!" shouted the knight, and rode fiercely at Sir Gareth.

The two fought for a long time. The warrior was strong, but Sir
Gareth was stronger, and at last overthrew him, and sent him back
to Arthur's Court.

The damsel Lynette had ridden far ahead of him. When he came near
her, she said:

"The knight's horse slipped, and that is why you overcame him.
And now are you ready to fight with the third knight, for there
he stands?"

At the third and innermost circle of the river stood the third
knight, clad not in armor, but in hardened skins. Sir Gareth saw
that he was more powerful than his brothers. The two at once
began to fight on the bridge, but Sir Gareth's sword could not
pierce the hard skins. Again and again he tried and failed. He
grew tired, and began to fear that he should be conquered. But
all at once, when his strokes were becoming feeble, Lynette cried
out to him:

"Well done, good knight! You are no kitchen boy, but a brave
lord. Strike for me! Do not lose. You are worthy to be a Knight
of the Round Table."

When Sir Gareth heard this, he was so encouraged that he made a
final great effort and threw his enemy over the bridge into the
water. Then he turned to Lynette, saying:

"Lead; I follow."

But Lynette, proud now of her valiant escort, and humbled and
ashamed at her misjudging of him, said:

"No, we shall ride side by side. I am very sorry I called you a
kitchen boy, for I know that you are a noble knight."

They rode happily side by side till dusk, when they came in sight
of Castle Perilous. Just as they were about to cross the moat, a
knight overtook them. It was Sir Lancelot, who had been delayed
because he had stopped to help Sir Kay after Sir Gareth had
thrown him from his horse.

The great knight, as he rode up to the two in the twilight,
seeing only the shields which Sir Gareth had taken from the three
knights, thought the young man was an enemy, and attacked him.
Sir Lancelot was so strong that he soon overcame the youth.

As he fell, Lynette cried out in shame and sorrow, and Sir Gareth

"Oh, I am thrown."

Sir Lancelot knew Sir Gareth's voice, and raised him up, saying:

"I am Lancelot, and I am sorry to have overthrown you, my

Sir Gareth said that it was no dishonor to be beaten by Sir
Lancelot. Then the three rode into the castle, and there they
met the fourth knight, who was all covered with black armor.

Sir Lancelot wished to fight with him, but Sir Gareth would not
permit it.

"This must be my adventure," he said.

Sir Gareth rode at the knight, expecting to meet a very strong
man, but he easily unhorsed him. His enemy cried:

"Oh spare my life; I am not a knight."

Then he took off his helmet and showed the face of a young boy.

"My three brothers made me pretend to be a fierce knight," he
explained. "They thought it would make people more afraid if they
believed we were four strong knights."

Sir Lancelot and Sir Gareth laughed heartily, and so did Lynette.
They took the boy into the castle, where Lynette's sister,
Lyonors, who was now freed from her money-loving captors, greeted
them with much joy. She put before them a great feast, and this
time Sir Gareth and Lynette sat side by side. Afterwards a
marriage was made between them, and they went to live with King
Arthur in Camelot.

[Illustration] SIR IVAINE

Among Arthur's Knights of the Round Table was one who was a
mixture of good and bad, as indeed most people are. His name was
Sir Ivaine; brave, kind-hearted, and merry; but at the same time
fickle, sometimes forgetful of his promises, and inclined to make
light of serious things.

One night, in the early spring, the knights and ladies of
Arthur's Court were sitting in the dining-hall. The king and
Guinevere had withdrawn, but were expected to return. Supper had
been served, and the last course, consisting of pomegranate seeds
and dates, had just been carried off. A fire had been built in
the deep hearth, and the four bronze pillars in front were
lighted by the flames. Four little pages in blue and white
velvet kirtles sat on stools watching the fire, and perhaps
dreaming of the days when they, too, should be warriors and have

Sir Ivaine was telling of his experience with the Black Knight.

"It was when I was very young," he said; "indeed, I had just been
made a knight. Some one told me of the wicked Black Knight who
lived, and still lives, in a wood a long way from here. Knowing
that he did much evil, I determined to kill him. I rode to the
wood where he lived, and in which I found a marble platform. In
the middle of it was a sunken space holding a fountain. I walked
to this, and following the directions of some writing which was
on the stone, picked up a cup that lay at hand, and filling it
with water, poured it into the fountain.

"Then a great storm of wind and rain arose, and when it was at
its height the Black Knight rode up and began to attack me. We
fought for a little while, but he easily overthrew me. Thinking
me dead, he rode back, leaving me on the ground. But after a
time I was able to mount my horse, and went back to my mother's

At this moment the king and the queen entered, unperceived by any
one except Sir Ivaine. The young man, who was always polite,
sprang to his feet; then the other knights rose. Sir Kay, who was
not always sweet-tempered, said to Sir Ivaine:

"We all know that you are very polite, but you have more courtesy
than bravery."

At that Sir Ivaine said:

"I was almost a boy when the Black Knight overthrew me, but I
could conquer him now."

"It is very easy to say that after you have eaten," said Sir Kay.
"Almost any knight feels brave and self-satisfied when he has had
a good supper of venison."

The king asked what the conversation was about, and Sir Ivaine
repeated the story of his adventure, adding:

"And, Sir King, I crave your permission to set forth to-morrow to
slay this Black Knight who is a pest in the land."

"I have heard of this man," said the king, "and have often
thought of sending some one to punish him. But he lives far away,
and it has been necessary heretofore to right first the wrongs
nearest home. Yet now his evil deeds and persecutions must cease.
To-morrow a company of us will set forth and conquer him and all
his people."

The king named some half-dozen of his knights, Sir Ivaine among
them, who were to undertake this adventure.

Sir Ivaine was displeased; he thought that the adventure should
be his alone. So he rose in the middle of the night and stole
away unattended, determined to go in advance of the others and
kill the Black Knight. It did not occur to him that in proving
himself brave, he was also proving himself disobedient.

He rode forth in the darkness, humming merrily to himself. At
daybreak he reached a valley, and as he went through it, saw a
great serpent fighting with a lion. Sir Ivaine stopped to watch
this curious combat. At first the two fighters seemed evenly
matched, but soon the huge serpent wrapped all its folds about
the lion and began squeezing it to death. When Sir Ivaine saw
this, he drew his sword and killed the serpent.

When the lion was free, it bounded up to Sir Ivaine, and he was
afraid that it meant to kill him; but it fawned at his feet like
a spaniel. He stroked it, and put his arms about its neck. When
he mounted his horse, the beast followed him, refusing to go
away. Then Sir Ivaine made up his mind that they were to be

For many days the two kept close together, and at night Sir
Ivaine would go to sleep with his head on the lion's neck. One
day, as they came to a square castle set in a meadow, some people
who stood on the castle walls began to shoot arrows at the lion,
but Sir Ivaine stopped them, telling them that the animal was

Then they told him that it was their rule that no one should pass
by that castle without doing battle with their lord. Sir Ivaine
told them that he was quite willing to obey their rule; so they
opened the castle gate. They said he must make his lion stay
outside, but Sir Ivaine refused to do this. He promised, however,
to make the lion lie down quietly; then the two were allowed to

The courtyard was a large paved place, in which there were a
score of armed men. Presently the lord of the castle came
forward. This lord was much larger than Sir Ivaine, and the lion,
on seeing him, began to lash its tail. But Sir Ivaine ordered it
to be still, and it at once obeyed.

Then Sir Ivaine and the knight battled together. The knight was
powerful, but Sir Ivaine was very agile and skillful. He was not
able to strike so hard as could his enemy, but he was better able
to avoid blows. Therefore it was not long before he got the
advantage and overthrew the lord.

When this happened, the lord called for help, and ordered his
armed men to kill Sir Ivaine. The whole twenty began to obey this
treacherous order, but just as they were about to fall upon Sir
Ivaine, the lion bounded among them, roaring savagely. With a few
strokes of its powerful paws it disabled the men. Sir Ivaine
told the lord of the castle that he must ride to Camelot and give
himself up to Arthur to be judged for his treachery. Then Sir
Ivaine rode away from the castle; and now that the lion had saved
his life, he became very fond of the animal.

[Illustration: _"He dismounted and poured water into the

After many days of travel, Sir Ivaine reached the forest in the
midst of which was the castle of the Black Knight. He rode to the
platform of stone, dismounted and poured water into the fountain.
As before, a storm arose, and at its height the Black Knight

He recognized the armor of Sir Ivaine, and said:

"Aha! I see I did not kill you before, but you shall not escape
me this time."

"The best man shall win," said Sir Ivaine, cheerfully.

Then the two began a great combat. Their swords clashed so that
the noise of the fountain was drowned; they fought so eagerly
that they were not even aware of the storm. It was not long
before the Black Knight began to grow weak from the many powerful
and death-dealing strokes from Sir Ivaine's sword. At last,
seeing that he was mortally wounded, the Black Knight turned his
horse and galloped in the direction of his castle.

Ordering the lion to stay where it had lain during the combat,
Sir Ivaine followed. But he could not quite catch up with the
Black Knight, although gaining on him inch by inch. By the time
the castle moat was reached, Sir Ivaine was only five feet
behind. The horses thundered one after the other over the bridge.
The Black Knight rode under the portcullis, or sharp iron gate,
which was raised. The instant he was inside, the portcullis fell,
in order to shut out Sir Ivaine.

But Sir Ivaine had already passed beneath it, and as it fell his
horse was cut in two. Even the long plume in Sir Ivaine's helmet
was shorn off, and lay outside the gate.

Sir Ivaine sprang to his feet and drew his sword to renew his
attack upon the Black Knight, but he was already dead, and lay
across his panting horse's neck.

Then Sir Ivaine realized what his recklessness had cost him.
There he was, alone in a strange castle, the lord of which he
had killed. Soon the people of the castle would come and capture
him, for he could not escape, since the portcullis was down.

He ran into the castle, and up the stairs leading to the turret.
He was fast growing weak from the wounds he had received, and his
armor was heavy. Moreover, in spite of his care, it clashed at
every step, and he was afraid some one would soon hear him. He
had all but reached the top of the stairs when the door of the
turret room opened, and a little maiden looked down upon him. He
begged her not to cry out, and telling her who he was and what he
had done, asked her to hide him.

"I will," she said, "because you are brave and you are wounded,
and because you have killed that wicked tyrant, the Black Knight.
He does not own this castle at all; it belongs to a beautiful
lady, his cousin, who is my mistress. He keeps her here a
prisoner because she will not marry him."

Then the little maiden led him into the turret room. She
concealed his armor in a hole in the side of the wall, and told
him to hide himself between the two mattresses of the bed. Before
he had time to do so, however, they heard a great noise in the
courtyard, and looking down, saw that the body of the Black
Knight had been discovered. Near it stood a beautiful lady, more
beautiful than any Sir Ivaine had ever seen, except Queen
Guinevere. She was dark like the queen, and her eyes were as
bright as stars. He would have looked at her a long time, but the
little maiden begged him to hide without delay.

"Quick!" she cried. "The men have seen that there is the front
part of a horse inside the gate, and know that the person who has
killed our lord must be here. Even now they have begun the
search, for they all love the Black Knight, although my mistress
does not, and they will hang you if they find you."

So Sir Ivaine crept between the mattresses, and the little maiden
hurried down the stairs and went to her beautiful mistress.
Presently Sir Ivaine heard men tramping up the turret steps.
They often stopped, trying all the doors they came to, and at
last entered the room in which he lay. One of them, peering into
the hole in the wall where his armor was, said:

"Here is armor."

But another replied:

"That is some that once was used by our master; there is no need
to drag it into the light."

Then they searched among all the furnishings of the room, but
found no one. At last, as they were leaving, one of the men
thrust his sword twice through the mattress. The second thrust
cut deeply into Sir Ivaine's arm; but as the knight was brave, he
did not utter a cry.

When the men had gone, he crept out, and found that the cut in
his arm and his other wounds were bleeding badly. Just then the
little maiden came in with food. She cried out in alarm when she
saw the blood, and quickly tore a piece of linen from her robe
for bandages. When all the wounds had been carefully attended to,
she gave him a plentiful supper and promised to take care of him
until there was a good opportunity for him to escape.

She visited him every morning, and told him the day's news in the
castle. He learned that a lion kept roaring about the walls, and
that the bowmen had tried to kill it, but could not. Sir Ivaine
was sure that it was his lion, and longed to have it, but knew
that this was impossible. And she told him how the people of the
castle had been angry at their lady because she would not marry
the Black Knight; but now that he was dead, acknowledged her as
mistress and obeyed her in everything. The little maiden said she
thought that if the lady were told that Sir Ivaine was hidden she
would probably see that he had a safe conduct out of the castle.

"I want never to leave this castle," said Sir Ivaine; "for I love
your lady."

This pleased the little maiden, for she had learned to respect
Sir Ivaine. So she went to the lady of the castle and told her
all about the stranger. The lady had Sir Ivaine moved to a rich
apartment where she could visit him often and help the little
maid in her care of him. She did not tell her people, however,
that this stranger knight had killed their lord.

As Sir Ivaine recovered, he soon found courage to tell her how
beautiful she was, and that he loved her more than anything in
the world. He said that if she would marry him, he would stay
with her forever, and never seek for more adventures. All he
asked was that she would let in his lion, which still continued
to roar outside the castle walls. When the lady heard the story
of the lion, it seemed to her that if Sir Ivaine were so kind to
an animal, he would probably be much kinder to her.

So she said that she would marry him. The people of the castle
saw and liked him, and agreed to obey him as their lord. When
they were told that the lion they had tried to kill belonged to
him and must be admitted to the castle, they showed some fear.
Sir Ivaine told them that there was no need of this, for the
beast was very gentle, and was making noise only because of its
desire for its master. He went outside the castle walls and
called. Soon there was heard a loud roaring; a big yellow body
bounded out of the forest, and the lion came leaping to its
master's feet. It frisked about him, and rubbed its head on his
arm, just as a favorite dog might do. When the people saw how
tame it was, they were no longer afraid.

Sir Ivaine and the beautiful lady were soon married, and for a
long time everyone was very happy. Sir Ivaine sent a letter to
King Arthur telling the result of his adventure. Soon the
messenger returned bearing rich gifts from the king and
Guinevere, and an invitation to come to Camelot whenever they
wished to. The lady, however, persuaded Sir Ivaine to promise to
remain with her in her castle.

One day a party of the Knights of the Round Table rode into the
courtyard. They were going on a great adventure, and stopped by
the way to see how Sir Ivaine and his beautiful wife fared. When
Sir Ivaine saw them, all his old-time love of fighting came back,
and he went to his lady and begged her to let him go with the

"Ah, my Ivaine," she said, "you told me that you would never
leave me."

"A knight ought to seek adventures," he said. "And I will return
to you."

She paused for a while and then said:

"I will let you go if you will promise to come back in a year and
a day; that is, next Whitsuntide."

He gladly promised, and she said:

"If you break this promise, I will never see you again."

But Sir Ivaine was sure he would not break the promise, because
he loved her too much for that.

So off he rode with the knights, followed by his faithful lion.
The lady and the little maiden waved farewells to Sir Ivaine from
the tower until they could no longer see him; then they again
took up the life they had lived before he came to the castle.

Sir Ivaine rode with the knights for many months, and had many
adventures. At last, just as the year was drawing to a close, he
started homeward. On the way, however, he stopped at Arthur's
Court to pay his respects to the king and the queen. They both
remembered him and greeted him kindly.

A great tournament was being held at that time in Camelot, and
the king asked Sir Ivaine if he would like to take part. Sir
Ivaine was pleased, for he loved the display of such combats.
During the three days of the tournament he distinguished himself

On the evening of the third day, as the knights were sitting in
the great hall of the Round Table, a little maiden entered. She
went up to King Arthur and gave him a ring.

"This ring," she said, "is one Sir Ivaine gave my lady. She
returns it, and has vowed never to see him again because he has
broken his promise to her."

Then, before any one could stop her, she left the hall, mounted
her horse, and rode away. Sir Ivaine sprang to his feet, staring
wildly. Whitsuntide had fallen on the first day of the tournament,
his year and a day had more than passed, and he had forgotten his

He rushed from the hall and down the hill through the streets of
Camelot, out of the city gate, and into the forest. He ran on and
on until he fell exhausted.

The next day he awoke in a fever, and would have died but for his
faithful lion. The poor animal tried to make Sir Ivaine rise, but
seeing that he could not, dragged him to the edge of a brook,
where he could drink when he was thirsty. The lion also brought
him game. At first Sir Ivaine would not touch it, but finally
began to eat it raw.

After a time he became better, physically, but his senses were
gone. In his madness he wandered all through the woods, fighting
with the trees and bushes. The lion always followed him,
protecting him from other animals and from men.

One day when the lion was absent finding food, Sir Ivaine lay
asleep. A good hermit came up to him, and pitying his condition,
lifted him in his arms and carried him to his hut. He bathed the
poor knight, cut his hair, and put a robe upon him. He was laying
him upon a bed when the lion came roaring to the door and dashed
it open.

When it saw the hermit tending its master, it fawned at his feet.
After that Sir Ivaine spent much of his time in the hut. The lion
supplied him with food, bringing meat to the hermit, who always
divided it into four parts: three parts he gave to the lion, and
one he cooked for Sir Ivaine and himself.

Sometimes Sir Ivaine would run away from the hermit and wander
for days in the forest. The lion took care of him, and always led
him back to the hermit's hut. Once, however, Sir Ivaine set forth
in the direction of his wife's castle. At night the lion tried to
take him to the hut, but in vain. For days he wandered, always in
the same direction, until at last he reached the wood where the
stone platform was. He laid himself down upon it and slept. Soon
a lady and a maid appeared. The lion sprang at them, but when it
reached their feet, it licked the lady's hand, for she was its

It took her robe in its teeth and pulled her gently to the spot
where Sir Ivaine lay. At first she would not look at him,
because she had not forgiven him for breaking his promise. But
the little maiden said:

"Dear mistress, look at him. The story which the knights of
Arthur's Court told us about his madness must be true. If you
will but look at his face you will see that it is the face of a
man who has lost his senses."

Then the lady knelt beside him. When she saw his worn features
and his tattered garments, she began to believe that he really
had lost his senses from grief. She sent the little maiden to the
castle for an ointment she had. It was so powerful that if it
were rubbed over a person who was ill, it would cure him, no
matter what his disease was. When the little maid brought it, the
lady put it upon Sir Ivaine, but so gently as not to rouse him.

After several hours, Sir Ivaine awoke. At first he hardly knew
where he was, but soon he recollected all that had happened, and
seeing his lady near, begged her to forgive him. This she did,
and they were reconciled. Sir Ivaine was sure that he would
never again forget to keep a promise.

For some months they lived very happily in the castle. Then they
went to Camelot in order to be near to Arthur and the Knights of
the Round Table.

[Illustration: The Holy Grail]

[Illustration] SIR BALIN

In Arthur's Court there dwelt a poor knight named Balin, who had
accidentally killed the cousin of King Arthur, and had been taken
to the court of the king for trial. He had lived there almost as
a prisoner for six months, until it was decided that he had not
meant to do wrong. All his money was gone, and his clothes and
armor were poor. He was sorry for this, but he was still more
sorry that he was not doing brave deeds like the other knights.

One day when he sat in the great hall at Camelot, looking at the
shields which were carved or covered with gold, a damsel entered
who wore a rich mantle, trimmed with fur. As Arthur and the
knights looked at her, she let it fall to the floor, and they saw
that she wore a heavy sword.

"Damsel," said Arthur, "why do you, a maiden, wear a sword?"

"Alas!" said the maiden, "I should be glad if I did not wear it.
It is very heavy, and causes me pain. But I am forced to wear it
until I meet a knight who can take it from me."

"Surely many knights could do that, and gladly," the lords said.

"No," said the lady. "It seems that there is but one knight in
all the world who is to take the sword. I heard that there were
brave knights at the Court of King Rience, the enemy of King
Arthur, and I went there. Yet no one could unfasten the sword.
Now am I come here on the same errand."

"In truth, damsel," said the king, "you are right welcome. My
knights shall try to take your weapon."

Then, at a sign from Arthur, a knight stepped forward. But, even
though he exerted all his strength, the sword could not be

"Sir, you need not pull so hard," said the damsel. "The one who
is to take the sword will do so easily."

All the knights tried except Sir Balin, who stood back because of
his poor clothes. Yet he wanted very much to see if he was the
chosen knight, and just as the damsel was going away, he said:

"Damsel, will you let me try? I am poorly clothed, but my heart
tells me that I may succeed."

The damsel saw that he had a good face. But his clothes were so
poor she doubted if he were really a knight.

"I am afraid you will fail," she said.

"Ah, maiden," he returned, "poor clothes are but the outside.
Good deeds are just as worthy, whether done by a rich person or a
poor one. Many a man who is badly clothed has real valor and

"That is very true," she said; "so try, good sir."

Then Sir Balin seized the hilt of the sword, and the weapon came
away easily. All the lords wondered, and the lady said:

"You are a good knight, the best I have met. You shall do many
brave deeds. And now, give me my sword again."

"No," said Sir Balin, "I should like to keep this sword, for I
have no other."

"Alas!" said the maiden, "I am sorry to hear these words, for now
I must give you the sword."

"Surely he deserves it," said Arthur, "for it weighed heavily on

"Yes," she replied, "but it is a misfortune for him to keep it.
He shall slay with it the best friend he has in the world. It is
going to prove his destruction."

Sir Balin would not believe her.

"I could not slay my best friend," he said. "Besides, I am
willing to meet whatever happens, and I wish to keep the sword."

Then the maiden departed in great sorrow, while Balin said to the

"My lord, give me permission to leave your court."

"I do not like to lose you," said the king. "Perhaps you are
angry because you were in prison so long. You must know that it
takes time to find out who is innocent and who is guilty."

"My lord," answered Sir Balin, "I know it is not wise to make a
judgment hastily, and I do not blame you for keeping me in
prison. I love you, and wish to leave your court that I may do
some deed worthy of the Round Table."

Then Arthur said that he might go. Soon a servant brought to
Balin a fine horse and good armor which were the gifts of the
king. Balin at once took leave of Arthur and the knights, and
rode away, singing as he rode, for he was very happy. Sometimes
he stopped to lift up his shield and admire it. It had a blue
emblem upon it, and to Sir Balin's eyes its beauty was that of
the sky, the soft blue of heaven.

Sir Balin rode until he was tired. At last, from the crest of a
hill, he saw a gloomy stone castle, and galloped towards it
joyfully, hoping to rest there.

At a turn of the road, he saw a cross with gold letters upon it.
He stopped to read the words, which were: "Let no knight go to
the castle, for great danger is there."

"Oh," said Sir Balin, "I am used to danger. I fear nothing," and
he went on.

Presently an old man started up beside the road. He had a long
gray beard, and was dressed in a long gray robe that sparkled
with little specks of frost. The old man said to Sir Balin:

"Did you not read the letters on the cross?"

"Yes," replied Sir Balin, "but I am not afraid."

"Oh, Sir Balin, you of all men should fear to go to that castle,"
the old man said.

"Why?" he asked in amazement. "Nevertheless, I shall go."

"Sir Balin, Sir Balin!" cried the old man after him, "you are too
self-willed. You will be very sorry for what you have done before
you die."

But Sir Balin rode on without fear, and soon reached the gate of
the castle. A hundred beautiful ladies and many knights welcomed
him. They took off his armor and put a rich crimson cloak upon
his shoulders. Then they led him into a banquet hall where there
was music and dancing. They set food before him, and he ate,
thankfully. He was very happy, feeling sure that he could rest
here for many days.

Just as he was thinking this, the lady who was mistress of the
castle said:

"Sir knight, it is the rule of this castle that every lord who
comes here as a guest must fight."

"That is a hard custom," said Sir Balin.

"Yet you need fight but once," answered the lady. "We have here
the knight who entered just before you came."

"Alas!" said Sir Balin, "I would rather not fight, for I wish to
rest. Since such is the custom of the castle, however, I must do
my part. Let some one bring my armor."

A servant at once came up to him with a suit of black armor.

"This is not my armor," said Sir Balin. "My armor is not painted
black. It is honest gray steel, decorated with blue."

"It is the custom of the castle to wear black," they told him.
"This armor is as good as your own."

Sir Balin felt sad, he could hardly tell why; and was very sorry
that he had ever come to the castle. Putting on the armor,
however, he went into the courtyard and mounted his horse. No
sooner was he ready than another knight, clad all in black,
entered the courtyard.

The two knights rode together so fiercely that the shock threw
them both off their horses in a swoon. After a time they
recovered and began to fight on foot, pressing each other near
the walls of the castle.

Sir Balin was fighting with the sword that he had taken from the
damsel in King Arthur's Court. It was a strong sword, and
whenever it struck, the armor of his opponent cracked. They
fought till their breath failed, and then they rested. Each knew
that never before had he dealt with such a strong enemy.

Then they fought again, and gave each other seven deep wounds,
the least of which would prove fatal. All the ground was red with
blood, but Sir Balin fought on still, for the people of the
castle were watching from the walls, and he wished to be thought
a great warrior. So at last he used all his remaining strength
and gave the other knight such a hard blow that he fell to the
ground. Sir Balin knew that it was a death stroke. He felt that
he, too, was about to die, and said:

"Who are you? I never fought with such a strong knight before."

The other answered faintly:

"I am Sir Balan, the brother to the good knight Sir Balin."

Then Sir Balin cried out:

"Alas, alas! that I should live to see this day!" and he fell
backward in a swoon.

Sir Balan was dying, but he crawled on his hands and knees to
where Sir Balin lay, and took off his helmet only to discover the
face of his brother. Then he wept bitterly till Sir Balin
recovered from his swoon.

"Alas!" said Sir Balan, "if we had but worn our own armor we
should have known each other. And now we must die; we have killed
each other."

[Illustration: _"They fought till their breath failed"_]

Sir Balin was too full of remorse to weep.

"All this is my fault," he said. "As the old man on the road told
me, I have been too self-willed. First, I would have the damsel's
sword, although she told me that I should slay with it the best
friend I had. That is you, Balan. And then I would enter this
castle in spite of warnings. I deserve to die, but it is a hard
punishment that I should have killed you, my brother."

Soon some ladies came from the wall into the courtyard, and to
them Sir Balin said:

"We are two dear brothers who have killed each other. I pray you,
promise to bury us in the same grave."

The ladies wept as they made the promise. The two brothers put
their arms about each other and waited for death. They hoped to
die together, but Sir Balan died first. Soon after, when Sir
Balin had also died, the ladies buried them together, and put a
stone above the grave, telling the sad story of their combat and


One of the bravest knights in King Arthur's Court was Sir
Geraint. Once he was in the forest with Queen Guinevere and one
of her maidens, when a lady, a knight, and a dwarf rode by. The
queen told the maiden to go to the dwarf and ask who his master

As the maiden approached them, she saw that the knight had a very
proud face. She asked the dwarf his master's name, but he said,

"I do not know."

"If you do not know," answered the maiden, "I will ask him

She started to ride up to the knight, but the dwarf struck at her
with his whip. Upon this, she went back and told the queen and
Sir Geraint what had passed. Sir Geraint was very angry, and he
said to the queen:

"Fair queen, I will ride after this knight and his dwarf and
avenge the insult done to your maiden. If I succeed, I shall
return in three days."

"Do so," said the queen, "and I trust you will succeed, not only
in this, but in all things which you attempt. Some day you will
love some fair lady. Before you marry her, bring her to me, and
no matter how poor or how rich she may be, I will clothe her for
her wedding in the most beautiful garments in the world. They
shall shine like the sun."

So off rode Sir Geraint, keeping at some distance behind the
lady, the knight, and the dwarf. At last, after passing through
many woods, he lost sight of them as they disappeared beyond the
top of a hill. Sir Geraint rode up, and saw below him, in a
valley, the one street of a little town. On one side was a
fortress, so new that the stone of which it was built was still
white; while on the other side stood a gray old castle, fast
falling into decay. He saw the three people he was following
enter the fortress.

In the little town there was a great deal of noise and bustle. At
first Sir Geraint could not find any place to stay, for the
houses were all full. He stopped before a servant who was
scouring his master's armor, and asked what all the noise meant.
The servant said:

"The Sparrow-hawk," and went on working.

Then he met an old man carrying a sack of corn, and asked him the
same question. The old man made the same reply. Next Sir Geraint
approached one who was making armor, and questioned him. Without
looking up the man replied:

"Friend, he who works for the Sparrow-hawk has little time for
answering questions."

Sir Geraint was vexed, and said:

"I am weary of hearing of your Sparrow-hawk. I do not understand
what you mean. Will you not tell me where I can find a place to
stay for to-night? And will you not sell me some armor? I have
but my sword."

Then the man looked up, and said:

"Your pardon, sir. We are all very busy here, for to-morrow we
hold a tournament, and our work is not half done. I cannot give
you armor, for we need all that we have in the town. As to
lodging, all the room is taken. However, perhaps Earl Iniol in
the castle will receive you."

Sir Geraint rode over to the gray old castle, and as the gate was
open, entered the ruined courtyard. Dismounting, he went into the
hall. Here he found the earl, an elderly man dressed in clothes
which had once been handsome, but were now old and worn. To him
Sir Geraint said:

"Good sir, I seek lodging for the night."

The old Earl Iniol answered:

"Sir, I was once rich and am now poor; nevertheless, I will
gladly give you the best I have."

As he spoke, some one in the castle began to sing. The voice was
very sweet. Sir Geraint thought he had never heard anyone sing so

"That is my daughter Enid," said the earl.

Then he took Sir Geraint into a room in which sat an old lady in
a faded velvet gown. She was the earl's wife. By her side stood
Enid in a faded silk gown. She was as beautiful as her voice was
sweet, and after watching her, Sir Geraint said to himself:

"I already love this maiden."

He said nothing out loud, only looked at her. Earl Iniol spoke to

"Enid, this good knight will stay with us. His horse is in the
courtyard; take it to the stall and give it corn. Then go into
the town and buy us some food."

Sir Geraint wished to put away his horse himself, but the old
earl said:

"Sir, we are very poor, but we cannot permit our guest to do any
work. I pray you, stay here."

So Enid took the horse to the stall. After that, she went into
the town and soon returned with meat and sweet cakes. Then,
because most of the rooms in the old castle were in ruins, she
cooked the meat in the same hall in which they were to eat. When
the meal was ready, she waited on her father and her mother and
Sir Geraint. The knight watched her and loved her more and more.

When they had risen from the table, he said to the earl:

"My lord, pray tell me what the people of this town mean when
they speak of the Sparrow-hawk."

The earl's face grew sad, as he said:

"That is the name given to the young knight who rules in this

"Does he live in the fortress?" asked Sir Geraint. "And do a lady
and a dwarf ride with him?"

"Yes," said the earl.

"Ah, then he is the man I am in search of," said Sir Geraint. "I
must fight with him before three days are over. I am Geraint of
King Arthur's Court."

"I know your name well," said the earl. "We often hear of your
great deeds at Camelot. Many times have I related to my Enid the
story of your brave deeds."

"I am bound to do my duty with the other knights," answered Sir
Geraint. "And now tell me more of this Sparrow-hawk."

"Alas! he is my nephew," said the earl. "At one time I ruled this
town. My nephew, the Sparrow-hawk, was powerful, too, and he
asked to unite our power by marrying Enid, but neither she nor I
wished it. Then he collected a body of men and attacked me, and
took all my wealth, leaving me nothing but this old castle."

"To-morrow," said Sir Geraint, "I will fight in the tournament
with this Sparrow-hawk, and conquer him, and give you back your
lands. But I lack armor."

"I can give you armor, although it is old and rusty," said the
earl. "But no one is allowed to fight in this tournament unless
there is some lady he loves best in all the world. Then he fights
for the sake of this lady, and if he wins, receives the prize,
which he in turn gives to her."

"What is the prize?" asked Sir Geraint.

"A hawk, a sparrow-hawk made of gold. This nephew of mine is very
strong and has always overcome every knight who has opposed him
in these tournaments, which are held yearly. It is because he has
won the prize so often that he is called the Sparrow-hawk. But
tell me, is there some lady whom you love?"

Then Sir Geraint said:

"I love this child of yours, my lord, and will gladly make her my
wife if you will permit it."

The earl was very glad, but Enid was afraid, for she thought she
was not worthy of such a great knight. Yet, she knew she loved
him, and said so, and soon promised to go with him to Arthur's
Court within three days.

The next morning, the earl and Sir Geraint and Enid went to the
field where the tournament was to take place. Many knights and
ladies were there. The ladies sat under a pavilion which was
draped in purple velvet ornamented with gold, while the knights
were on horseback. A herald blew a trumpet, and the knight who
was called the Sparrow-hawk galloped into the field.

He rode around it three times, and then went up to the pavilion
and said to his lady:

"I give you the gold sparrow-hawk again, because no one dares to
fight with me for it."

Then Sir Geraint rode forward in his rusty armor and said:

"I will fight with you."

The knight looked upon him, and gave a very scornful laugh as he
rode at Sir Geraint. The two clashed together and began to fight
fiercely, while all the people watched. Twice they had to stop
and rest. For a long time they seemed evenly matched, and no one
could decide which would win. But when Sir Geraint looked to
where Enid sat in her faded silk gown among the richly dressed
ladies in the pavilion, he grew very strong and struck his enemy
such a blow that he fell to the earth.

"Now, Sparrow-hawk," said Sir Geraint, "I have overthrown you.
You must do two things: you must ride with your lady and your
dwarf to Arthur's Court and ask pardon of Queen Guinevere because
your dwarf struck her maiden; and you must restore all the riches
you have taken from your good uncle, Earl Iniol."

This the knight promised to do. And afterwards, in Arthur's
Court, he grew very sorry for his evil deeds, and became a good

Meanwhile, Enid was making ready to go to Arthur's Court with Sir
Geraint. She was sorry that she had only her robe of faded silk.
She remembered a robe her mother had given her before the
Sparrow-hawk took their riches. It was of velvet, the color of
mother-of-pearl, with gold leaves and flowers and birds
embroidered upon it.

While she was thinking of this beautiful robe, her mother entered
the room, carrying it. Enid gave a cry of joy, and her mother
told her that the Sparrow-hawk had just given it back, together
with other robes and gold and jewels. "Put it on, Enid," she
said, and helped her daughter to array herself in the handsome
gown, exclaiming: "How beautiful you look, my dear child! Sir
Geraint may well be proud to fetch such a fair lady to King
Arthur's Court."

Just then the earl entered to tell them that the knight wanted
Enid to ride with him to Camelot in the faded silk dress in which
he had first seen her.

Enid, although she was deeply disappointed, at once put on again
her faded gown. When Sir Geraint came in he saw that the earl's
wife was also disappointed, so he told them that the queen had
promised to dress his bride in the most beautiful robes in the
world for her wedding. At this both the ladies were much pleased.

So after bidding farewell to her parents, Enid rode with Sir
Geraint to Camelot, where the queen welcomed her, and gave her a
robe that was as bright as the sun. Then the good Archbishop of
Canterbury married Sir Geraint and Enid amid great rejoicings.

[Illustration: Two Crossed Swords and a Shield]


There was a woman in Arthur's Court named Morgan le Fay, who had
learned a great deal about magic. She was a wicked woman, and
hated the king because he was more powerful than she, and because
he was so good.

However, she pretended to be a true friend to him, and the king
believed in her. One day when they were talking together, she
asked him if he would not let her take charge of his wonderful
sword Excalibur, and its scabbard. She said that she would guard
them so carefully that they would never be stolen. As she was
very eager, Arthur granted her request.

One day in time of peace, King Arthur went out hunting with a
certain knight named Sir Accalon, who was the lover of Morgan le
Fay. They rode for a long time, and when they were tired, stopped
to rest beside a great lake. As they looked over its shining
waters, they saw a beautiful little ship, which sailed straight
towards them, and ran up to the sands at their feet. It was all
covered with golden silks, which waved in the gentle wind. King
Arthur and Sir Accalon climbed into it and examined it thoroughly,
but they found no one on board.

They rested on two couches which were on the deck, until it grew
dark. Then they were about to return home, when all at once, a
hundred torches, set on the sides of the ship were lighted, and
suddenly there appeared twelve beautiful damsels who told the two
that they were welcome, and that they should be served with a

Presently the maidens led the king and the knight into a room
which had a table covered with a white cloth embroidered in
purple. It bore many golden dishes, and each dish had a beautiful
design carved upon it. Some dishes had vine-leaves, others
ivy-leaves; some had angels with long robes sweeping back in
graceful lines; and all these dishes held choice food. The king
and Sir Accalon ate to their hearts' content.

Then the damsels led them into two separate chambers. King Arthur
was tired and so sleepy that he gave but one glance at his
bedroom. He saw that it was hung in red silk embroidered with
gold dragons and griffins. Then he threw himself on his bed and
slept very soundly.

When he awoke, he found himself not in the pretty bed-chamber,
but in a dark place. He could see nothing, but all about him he
heard the sound of complaining and weeping. He was much
bewildered, but in a moment he cried:

"What is this? Where am I?"

Then a voice answered:

"You are in prison, as we are."

"Who are you?" asked Arthur.

The voice replied:

"We are twenty knights, prisoners, and some of us have been here
as long as seven years. We are in the dungeons of a wicked lord
named Sir Damas. He has a younger brother, and the two brothers
are enemies, quarreling about their inheritance. Now the younger
brother, Sir Ontzlake, is very strong, but Sir Damas is not
strong, and moreover, he is a coward. So he tries to find a
knight who will fight for him against Sir Ontzlake.

"But Sir Damas is so much hated that no one will fight for him.
So he goes about the country with a body of rough men, and
whenever he sees a knight, he captures him. Then he asks him to
fight with Sir Ontzlake. So far, all the knights have refused,
and have been thrown into prison. We do not have food enough, but
we would rather die here than fight for Sir Damas, who is so

At that moment a damsel entered the prison with a torch, which
faintly lighted the dismal place, and advanced to the king.

"Sir," she said, "will you fight for my lord, Sir Damas? If you
will, you shall be taken from this prison. If you will not, you
shall die here."

Arthur considered for some time, and then said:

"I would rather fight than die in prison. If I fight, will you
deliver also all these prisoners?"

The damsel promised, and Arthur consented to fight. While she
went to tell Sir Damas, Arthur said to the other prisoners:

"My friends, I do not know Sir Damas, and I do not know Sir
Ontzlake. I do not know whether they are bad or good. But I will
fight, and then, when I have conquered, I shall judge between
them, and do justice to both."

"That is a good plan," said the knights, "but why are you so sure
that you will conquer?"

"I am Arthur, the King," he replied.

At that the knights set up a great cry of joy, and the king

"I shall send for my good sword Excalibur and the scabbard, and
with these I shall surely win."

So when Arthur and the knights were led out of prison, the king
sent the damsel who had visited them to Morgan le Fay for his
sword and scabbard.

Meantime, the knight who had accompanied Arthur on the little
ship, Sir Accalon, also awoke. He found himself in the palace of
Morgan le Fay, and he wondered very much where Arthur was. He
went to the lady, who said to him:

"My dear lord, the day has come when you can have great power if
you want it. Should you like to be king of this land, instead of

Now Sir Accalon was a traitor at heart. He wanted very much to be
king, even if the good Arthur was to be killed; so he said:

"Yes, truly."

Then she said:

"You shall be king, and I shall be your queen. All you need to do
is to fight a great battle, which you shall win. I have been
using my magic. It was I who sent the ship of silk to you and
Arthur. I had him put into prison, and I had you brought here."

Sir Accalon wondered very much. Then she told him of the fight
King Arthur was to make against Sir Ontzlake.

"But I have caused Sir Ontzlake to fall sick," she said, "and he
cannot fight. I shall go with you to his castle and you can offer
to fight for him."

"I to fight with the king!" cried Sir Accalon. "He would surely
overthrow me."

"He cannot," said Morgan le Fay, "because you are to fight with
his sword. A little while ago he sent to me for Excalibur and the
scabbard, but I returned him a false sword which looks like
Excalibur, and a false scabbard. You shall take the true ones,
and then you shall surely overcome him and rule this land."

Then Sir Accalon was glad, and he hastened with the lady to the
castle of Sir Ontzlake. They found him groaning because he was
ill and because Sir Damas had sent him a challenge to fight with
a knight, and he could not accept it. He was much relieved when
Morgan le Fay told him that Sir Accalon would fight in his place.

Early in the afternoon, King Arthur and Sir Accalon rode into the
field where the combat was to be held. Arthur did not know who
Sir Accalon was, nor did any one else, except Morgan le Fay. Two
sides of the field were full of people who came to watch, half of
whom were friends of Sir Damas, and the other half were friends
of Sir Ontzlake.

Arthur and Sir Accalon rode at each other so furiously that at
the shock of the meeting both fell off their horses. Then they
began to fight fiercely with their swords. The king could make no
headway with his false steel, but whenever Sir Accalon struck at
Arthur he drew blood.

The king was much amazed. He grew weaker and weaker, but still he
kept on his feet. Those who watched him were sorry for him; they
thought they had never seen a man fight so bravely. At last
Arthur's sword broke, and fell in two pieces on the ground. When
Sir Accalon saw this, he cried:

"Now, yield to me."

"I will never yield," said the king, "and if you do not get me
another sword, you will be shamed before all men, for it is an
unknightly thing to fight with a defenseless man."

"I do not care," said Sir Accalon. "If you will not yield, defend
yourself with your shield as best you can."

He rushed at the king. Arthur was so weak that he could hardly
stand, but he guarded himself as well as he could with his
shield. Soon he could do no more, and fell to the ground.

At this moment the Lady of the Lake, who had given Arthur his
sword, came upon the field. She was invisible, but anyone who had
listened intently could have heard a sound like the ripple of
water as she walked. She caused Excalibur to fall out of the hand
of Sir Accalon and drop near Arthur.

When it fell, Arthur saw that it was his own Excalibur. He
grasped its handle and some of his strength came back. He
struggled to his feet, and rushing up to Sir Accalon, seized the
scabbard of Excalibur and threw it far over the field.

"Now," he said, "send for a second sword and fight with me."

Then Sir Accalon was afraid. Yet he thought that Arthur was so
weak that he could still be overcome. So he sent for a second
sword, and they began to fight again. Arthur's strength, however,
had largely returned, and in a short time he gave Sir Accalon a
mortal stroke.

Sir Accalon fell to the ground, and the king, leaning over him,

"Tell me who you are."

Then Sir Accalon was filled with remorse, and he said:

"Oh, my king, I have been a traitor to you, but now I am dying,
and I am sorry for what I have done. I deserve my death."

He told the king his name, and all about his treachery, and that
of Morgan le Fay.

King Arthur was sad.

"It is very hard to be deceived in a friend," he said, "but I
forgive you freely. I will try to cure your wound, and sometime I
shall trust you again."

"You cannot cure me," said Sir Accalon. "I am dying. Let them
carry me off the field."

So he was taken to a neighboring abbey, while the people crowded
about the king to congratulate him, but Arthur said:

"I am sad at heart. My victory is no comfort to me, for to-day I
have lost a friend whom I believed true."

Then he called the two brothers, Sir Damas and Sir Ontzlake, and
judged their cause. He decided that their property must be
divided equally between them, and that they must be friends. They
promised never to quarrel again. Arthur told them that they must
be kind to other knights and to all people. He said that if he
heard that they were not, he would come and punish them.

After this, Sir Damas gave back to the twenty knights all their
money, and they went on their way rejoicing. King Arthur mounted
his horse and rode over to the abbey, where he sat by the bed of
Sir Accalon till the poor knight died. Then the king went back
alone to his Court at Camelot.

[Illustration: The Holy Grail]


Once upon a time King Arthur and some of his knights were sailing
in a ship. The king, being tired, went to sleep in his cabin, and
began to dream. It seemed to him that he was sailing with his
people when a great dragon flew out of the west. This dragon had
a blue head and a gold back. Underneath he shone like a rainbow.
Flames of fire rushed out of his mouth and covered land and sea.

As he flew, there came out of the east a great bear, very rough,
and as black as coal, and with wings that flapped like windmills.
The bear and the dragon roared loudly, and they began to fight
and struggle till the sea was all red with blood. At last the
dragon conquered.

When the king awoke from this dream he sent for Merlin and told
him of it, and asked for an explanation.

"My lord," Merlin replied, "the dragon betokens yourself; the
colors on its body are signs of your glory. The bear betokens
some tyrant who torments the people and whom you will slay."

Soon after this, the ship in which the company was, came in sight
of land. When they had anchored, the knights noticed on the beach
a crowd of people who were weeping. Descending from the ship,
Arthur asked one of the men what troubled them, and what was the
name of their country.

"Good sir," returned the man, "this is the country of Brittany,
and we weep because our county is desolated by a giant. He makes
us bring him food. First, he ate up all the oxen we had, and then
our horses. Next he demanded our children, and now there are no
little ones in the land. To-day he took our good duchess of
Brittany, and carried her off to his mountain."

"Alas!" said the king. "It grieves me to hear this, not only
because a cruel deed has been done, but because the duchess of
Brittany is my cousin's wife. I must save this lady. I will fight
with the giant."

"Good sir," cried the people in amazement, "it is not possible! A
whole company of us dare not attack him, and yet we account
ourselves brave men."

"That may well be," replied Arthur, "and yet with my good sword
and scabbard, I have no fear."

Then the men said:

"If you will go, my lord, yonder is the great mountain where the
giant lives. At the top, two huge fires burn continually in front
of a cave, and in that cave are greater treasures than you can
dream of. They are all yours if you will but slay this monster."

Arthur replied nothing to them, but called Sir Kay and Sir
Bedivere, and rode with them to the foot of the mountain. From
that point he ascended alone. When he was nearly to the top he
came upon a woman, clad all in black, who sat weeping by the side
of a newly-made grave.

"Good woman, why do you weep?" asked Arthur.

"Hush, hush!" she cried, "or the giant will hear you and come and
kill you. He can hear me, but the sound of weeping delights him,
and therefore I need not restrain my grief."

"Why do you grieve?" the king asked.

"Alas! Because my good mistress, the duchess of Brittany, is
dead. The giant has killed her."

At that Arthur gripped tightly the handle of his sword and said:

"I will kill this wretch before I am an hour older."

"Ah, my lord," said the woman, "the greatest kings in the country
are afraid of him. He has a coat embroidered with the beards of
fifteen of them. He demanded these beards as a sign that they
acknowledged him as lord."

"There is at least one king who does not acknowledge him as
lord," shouted Arthur, as he strode hastily forward.

When he reached the top he saw the giant asleep in front of the
two great fires before the cave. He was taller than the tallest
pine that ever grew. His arms were as big as the trunk of an oak
tree. His mouth was as large as a cave, and from it and his
nostrils came forth fire and flame like that from the mountain of
Vesuvius. Although his huge eyes were closed, flashes of
lightning seemed to shoot from beneath the lids. At his side was
an iron club as large as a steeple. About him stood trembling old
women fanning him as he slept.

King Arthur approached the monster, and said to him:

"Wretch, awake and fight, for your hour has come."

The giant, starting up, looked down scornfully upon the king and,
laughing, threw his great club at Arthur. But the king leapt
aside and the club fell harmlessly on the ground, making a hollow
where it struck.

Then Arthur rushed toward the giant, waving his good sword
Excalibur. The giant caught him in his arms, in order to squeeze
him to death. The king's armor pressed closer and closer about
him, and he began to lose his strength. But he kept his hand upon
his scabbard, and so did not die.

In a few minutes the monster, making sure that Arthur was dead,
dropped him to the ground. After the king had recovered himself,
he sprang to his feet, and taking his sword, threw it at the
giant. The good steel pierced his neck, and he sank to the
ground, shouting so loudly that Sir Kay and Sir Bedivere at the
foot of the mountain heard, and trembled for their master's

Then the giant again seized Arthur in his arms, and the two began
to roll down the mountain side. Whenever Arthur was able to, he
struck at the giant with his dagger, wounding him sorely. At
last, still struggling and rolling, they came to the spot where
Sir Kay and Sir Bedivere were. These two loosed the giant's arms
from the king, who then gave one last blow to the monster,
killing him. Then he sent Sir Kay and Sir Bedivere for his sword

When the people on the seashore heard what Arthur had done, they
fell on their knees and thanked him, offering him all the giant's
treasure. He said, however, that he would leave it with them to
divide among the poor people of the country. For himself, all he
wanted was the giant's iron club.

The people sent fifty men to the top of the mountain to get it
for him. As they had no horses, it was a long time before they
could drag the club to the seashore. There they put it on a
barge. It was so heavy that it pressed the barge down till the
water came almost to the edge of the vessel. Then King Arthur
bade the people good-by, and took ship with his knights. The
grateful men of Brittany stood on the shore, and shouted and
waved until the ship could no longer be seen.

[Illustration: The Shield]


In the time of the great Roman, Julius Cæsar, about five hundred
years before King Arthur was born, the people of Rome conquered
Britain. They made many improvements in the land, building roads
and walls, the remains of which may be seen to this day. But they
also forced the Britons to pay them much money. All the kings did
this up to the time of Arthur. He, however, considered that
England was his own. He had conquered the lesser kings, and made
one realm of all the land, over which he ruled with wise
government. So he refused to send any money to Rome.

Once King Arthur's knights were all together in the great hall.
It was a time of peace, and they spent the days in riding and
hunting. On this day, while the king was sitting on his throne,
twelve old men entered, each bearing a branch of olive, as a sign
that they came in peace. They were the messengers of the emperor
of Rome, and, after bowing to the king, they said:

"Sir, our mighty emperor sends you greeting, and commands you to
acknowledge him as lord, and to send him the money due him from
your realm. Your father and his predecessors did this, and so
must you. If you refuse, the emperor will make such war against
you that it will be an example to all the world."

At this the young knights laid their hands to their swords, but
the older knights, who had self-control enough to hide their
feelings, waited to see what the king would do.

Arthur bowed courteously to the messengers, and told them that he
would soon give them an answer. He commanded a knight to take
them to a lodging, and to see that they had all they needed, and
he ordered that no harm should be done them. Then he called a
council of his great lords and asked their advice.

Sir Lancelot, Arthur's favorite lord, spoke first, saying:

"My lord, we have rested for many weeks, and can make sharp war
now. In days gone by, we should not have dared attack the Romans,
and indeed, our attempt will make the world wonder. But of a
truth, we ought to fight."

Then spoke King Angus of Scotland:

"My lord Arthur, you are the greatest lord on earth. You have
made all of us lesser kings your subjects, and bound the kingdom
together, and stopped our civil wars. We love you and we will
help you. We pray you to make war on these Romans. When they
ruled our elders, they demanded much gold and made our people
very poor. If you will fight, I will furnish you with twenty
thousand men, and will bear all the cost of them myself."

Then all the other lords promised to furnish men and arms. When
Arthur heard this, he was glad of their courage and good will.
He called in the messengers and said to them:

"Return to your emperor. Tell him that I refuse his command, for
I owe him nothing. I have won this kingdom by my own strength.
Tell him that I shall come with all my army to Rome and make him
acknowledge me as lord."

Then Arthur told his treasurer to give the messengers gifts, and
to take them safely out of the country. Sir Lancelot conducted
them to the sea, where they took ship and sailed to France. On
they journeyed over the Alps and into Italy. When they told the
emperor of Rome their message, he said:

"I had thought Arthur would yield."

But the messengers said:

"Sir, his face would have told you, if you had seen it, that he
would never yield. In truth, there is need of fear, for he is a
great king and surrounded by great knights."

"This is foolish talk," the emperor said. "Remember that we are
Romans. We have ruled the world for centuries, and a little king
of little England shall not make us fear. You say that he is
coming to fight with us. We will take a few troops and go
forthwith to France to meet him."

The messengers begged the emperor to take many troops.

"My lord emperor," they said, "these men of Arthur are very
numerous and very brave."

So at last the emperor brought all his men to France, and there,
whenever he found people who were loyal to Arthur, he killed and
laid waste.

Meanwhile, Arthur had gathered together all his troops. He bade
farewell to Queen Guinevere, who was so grieved that she fell in
a swoon. Then he rode off at the head of his men till they came
to the sea, and there they embarked in ten thousand boats and
sailed to France.

They marched till they came near to the troops of the emperor of
Rome, where they rested for the night. In the morning they rose
at dawn and looked at the Roman legions. These were encamped in a
green field which glittered with the gold on their tents and
armor. The emperor's tent was of purple silk and bore on the top
a golden eagle, the emblem of Rome.

Two of Arthur's knights, Sir Lancelot and Sir Gawain, rode out to
the emperor, and told him that their king had come.

"That I see," said the emperor laughing, "and he shall soon

The two knights made no answer, but rode back to Arthur. Soon all
the soldiers on each side made ready for fighting. The preparation
was careful, for they knew that the contest was to be a great
one. The emperor of Rome addressed his soldiers:

"Romans, remember that Rome is the chief city of the world. I do
not say fight as men; I say to you, fight as Romans. Then you
will surely conquer these Britains."

King Arthur galloped up and down before the front rank of his
men, looking at them carefully. He was on a beautiful white horse
whose mane rose and fell in the wind like a wave of the sea. His
soldiers cheered lustily for their beloved commander. Then King
Arthur raised his hand for silence, and spoke in a loud, clear

"My knights and men whom I love, remember that you are fighting
to-day for your rights and for the independence of Britain.
Strike well, and do not forget that great courage is as powerful
as great numbers."

With that, he gave the signal for attack. The Romans stood in
full battle array with their emperor in front. Beside him were
sixteen kings with gold helmets and silver armor. The English
approached, shouting a battle-cry.

Then the Romans, at the call of the trumpet, rushed forward, and
in a moment the two great armies clashed together. Clouds of dust
arose through which could be seen at intervals the heads of
horses and the helmets of men. The few poor shepherds and women
who stood on the outside did not know that the greatest battle of
the time was going on under that cloud of dust.

[Illustration: _"King Arthur raising his hand for silence"_]

Inside the cloud there was great confusion. Britains and Romans
were fighting side by side, so closely packed that sometimes it
was hard to strike. All fought bravely, but no one did so well as
Arthur and Sir Lancelot. The battle did not cease until it was
dark. Each side had lost many men. King Arthur wept as he rode
over the field and counted his dead knights, and even his
beautiful horse drooped its head as if it, also, understood.

But the next day the two armies began to fight again, and when
the emperor finally saw that his men were losing and that most of
the kings who were helping him were dead, he said:

"This Arthur is a demon and not a man. I will fight with him
myself and end this battle." And before any one could stop him,
he spurred up to King Arthur and said:

"You on the white horse who refuse to pay me tribute, come out
that I may kill you."

Then Arthur rode quickly towards the emperor. The two men began
to fight, and Arthur soon saw that he was contending with a
powerful man. He gave the emperor many a stroke with Excalibur,
but he himself received deep blows. At last the emperor pierced
Arthur's helmet, and wounded him deeply in the cheek.

King Arthur raised his good Excalibur with a last effort and
struck his enemy with it so fiercely on the head that the blow
cleft the helmet and pierced to the emperor's chin. He fell from
his horse without a moan. When the Romans near by saw that their
ruler was dead, they gave a great cry of grief and rushed upon
Arthur, but his good knights protected him.

At last, seeing themselves conquered, the Romans surrendered.
Arthur found among his prisoners three senators, and among the
dead, sixty senators, the sixteen kings, and the emperor.

He was sorrowful, for he knew that they were great men. So he had
them embalmed and laid in chests of lead. Around each chest flags
were wound, and the shields of the dead warriors placed on top.
Then he said to the three surviving senators:

"Take these noble dead bodies back to Rome. When the Romans see
them they will never again dare ask tax or tribute of me. I will
not go to Rome and take the city from you, but if ever you send
to me for gold, I shall invade your land and never rest till all
Italy is mine."

The senators bowed their heads. Then they laid the body of the
emperor on a car, all alone, with the gold eagle above him. They
laid the bodies of the kings and the senators two by two on
chariots, and so went slowly towards Rome. And never again did
the kings of Britain have to pay a tax to the Romans.

[Illustration: The Holy Grail]


One day when Arthur and his knights were in the hall of the Round
Table, a young man entered. He was so large that his shoulders
were as wide as the doorway, and he could hardly squeeze through.
The knights looked at him in amazement, for he was almost a

When he came closer to them, they saw that he had on a coat which
was far too large for him. It hung in wrinkles and folds all over
his back, and the sleeves were so long that he had to turn them
up almost to the elbow. The coat was of rich material, gold
cloth, but it was old and blood-stained.

The young man strode up to the king and said:

"My lord, my name is Brune. I can tell you no more than that. I
beg you to make me a knight."

At this Sir Kay laughed and said:

"He must be called The Knight with the Badly Made Coat."

"Call me what you will," said the young man. "Yes, I take that
name, for I will not tell my real one."

Then Arthur spoke to him gently:

"Young man, you ask a great thing. All those in my Court who are
made knights must serve for a long time as squires. If they prove
themselves loyal and brave, I make them knights. But I must
always know whence they come, and who their fathers are."

"My lord," said the young man, "I do indeed ask a great thing. I
would gladly tell you more of myself, but I am under a vow to
reveal no more than you already know. Yet I will tell you this,
further. I am the son of a noble who was as big as a giant. My
good father was very peaceable and did not care to fight; so he
never came to your Court, and you did not hear of him. He lived
at home with my mother and me, and the simple people who plowed
the land about our castle.

"Every one ought to have loved him; but he had one enemy. One
day, six years ago, when I was only a boy, my father and I were
in the forest. My father was sleeping at the foot of a tree, and
I was bathing in a brook near by. This enemy, who wanted my
father's lands, came up and drove his sword into my father's
heart. Then he rode away. I ran up to my dead father and took off
the coat which he wore and put it on. I swore never to take it
off, and never to tell my father's name or where I came from,
till I had avenged his death.

"Then I rode home to our castle, but our enemy had taken
possession of it, and had made my mother prisoner. As I was not
yet grown up I vowed that I would stay with the good shepherds
near by till I was strong enough to pull up a young tree by the
roots. Then I would go to King Arthur's Court and ask to be made
a knight. So every month I have tried to uproot a young tree.
This morning I succeeded, and here, my lords, I am."

The knights were much moved and prayed the king to make him a
knight. They said that they would teach him to use arms. The king
said that he would wait to see what sort of man Brune was.

A few days after this all the knights rode off to a tournament
and Brune was left at home with a few soldiers. He was in the
castle yard practicing some of the lessons in warfare which the
knights had been teaching him. While he was hard at work, Queen
Guinevere with twelve soldiers who were her bodyguard passed by.

As she was speaking kindly to Brune, they heard a terrible noise,
and looking in the direction from which it came, saw a dreadful
sight. A fierce lion which had been confined in a tower of stone
had broken out of its prison and was rushing towards them. The
twelve soldiers fled, leaving the queen and Brune alone.

"Ah," said Brune, "not all the cowards in the world are dead."

[Illustration: _"The king touched him lightly with his sword"_]

He stood still while the lion bounded towards him. He had dropped
his sword, and as the beast leaped upon him, he seized its head
in his hands. Then he slowly, slowly, bent its head back. It was
a strong lion, and with the effort the muscles on Brune's neck
stood out like great ropes. Presently, the queen and Brune heard
a loud crack and they knew that the lion's neck was broken. Brune
loosed his hold, and the huge tawny body dropped to the ground,
quivered a moment, and was still.

While this was going on, the king and his knights returned. They
saw at a glance what Brune had done, and cheered him loudly. The
king rode up to him.

"Kneel down," he said.

Brune knelt down by the body of the lion, and the king touched
him lightly with his sword, saying:

"Sir Brune, I make you a knight of my Round Table. Be always
loyal, brave, and merciful."

Then all the knights were glad, but Sir Brune was gladdest of

[Illustration: The Two Horses]


After Sir Brune, the Knight with the Badly Made Coat, had been at
Arthur's Court for some months, he became eager to seek for the
enemy of his father. Sir Lancelot, who took an interest in the
big young knight, advised him to wait and try his strength at
some smaller adventure first.

One day, when Sir Lancelot was away hunting, a damsel entered
Arthur's hall. She carried a black shield which had painted on it
a white hand holding a sword. She bowed to the king and said:

"My lord, I come for a knight to undertake the adventure of the
black shield."

"And what is that adventure, fair damsel?" asked the king.

"That I may not tell you," answered the damsel, "except that it
will cause much fighting and bloodshed to the knight who chooses

Some of the knights were eager to go, and Sir Kay pressed forward
to finger the shield.

"Do not touch it, good Sir Kay," said the maiden, "for this
adventure is not for you. I am to choose the knight."

She passed up and down the hall, looking into the face of each
one. When she had seen them all she came back to Sir Brune and

"Young Knight with the Ugly Coat, will you take this shield?"

"Gladly, if my king allows," said the knight.

Then Arthur gave his permission, and Sir Brune followed the
damsel out of the hall. Her horse was black, and wore white
trappings. Sir Brune's horse was as brown as an autumn leaf. The
two mounted and rode away. Sir Brune began to talk to the damsel,
whose name was Elinor. At first she was agreeable, but after they
had ridden many miles she became scornful, and told him she was
sorry she had chosen him.

Sir Brune felt sad, because he had begun to love the damsel. He
was afraid she did not like him because his coat was poor. He did
not speak to her any more, but rode on sorrowfully beside her.
After a long time they came to a castle enclosed by high walls.
The gate stood open, and the damsel Elinor pointed to it and
said, sighing:

"Since you have not left me as I hoped you would, go in there.
You will find your first adventure. I may not tell you what it

Sir Brune galloped inside the gate. There he saw a hundred
knights on horseback, armed and waiting for him. He had to think
and act quickly. So he decided to rush in between the knights and
put his back against the castle wall. Then he could fight with
his back protected. He did this, though not without receiving
some spear-wounds. Then he began to fight.

The lady of the castle, whom the knights were keeping prisoner,
watched the fight out of the window, and grieved for the brave
young man who had so many against him. She began to speak to him
in a low voice:

"Young knight, if you can only get to the left side of the castle
wall, there is a secret door through which you can escape. If you
look, you will see that one portion of the wall is made of black
stones. Strike the stones with the hilt of your sword, and a door
will open through which you can ride out."

The other knights did not hear what the lady said, for they were
farther away from her than Sir Brune was. Even he could hardly
catch her words. He took a quick glance to the left and saw that
there was indeed a portion of the wall marked with black stones.
Then he began to work his way carefully towards the secret gate.

He was obliged to move slowly for fear the knights would guess
what he was doing. Moreover, it was becoming very hard to fight,
because of his many wounds. However, he at last came near the
door; then he backed his brown horse up against it, struck the
black stones with the handle of his sword, and the door opened.
The knights shouted with rage, but they were unable to reach him
in time. Sir Brune escaped, leaving behind him twelve men dead.

He was very weak, and he made his way painfully to the side of
the wall where the maiden Elinor waited for him. She ran to meet
him, and led him gently to a brook in a forest near by. There she
took off his armor and bathed his wounds, anointing them with a
precious salve she carried.

Sir Brune thought that she was sorry because she had been
scornful of him, and he began to talk to her. But she said:

"Do not talk to me. If you want to please me, go back to Arthur's

Sir Brune did not know why she spoke so, but he was too tired to
think. So he lay down on the grass by the brook and went to

Meantime, at Arthur's Court Sir Lancelot had returned from his
hunting expedition, and was told how Sir Brune had gone out with
a damsel on the adventure of the shield.

"Oh!" cried Sir Lancelot, "what have you done! He will surely be
killed. Merlin has told me what this adventure of the shield is.
Many and many a knight has taken it up and each has been killed.
A knight who vows to follow this adventure has to meet dangers of
all sorts. This young untried Sir Brune will certainly be

He called for his horse and arms, and said to the king:

"My lord, I will ride after this poor young man and give him what
help I can. Perhaps I shall be too late; but if not, I shall ask
him to give me this adventure of the shield."

Then Sir Lancelot mounted his horse and rode after Sir Brune.
When he came near the brook where Sir Brune and the damsel had
rested, he heard the sound of a great combat. Spurring forward he
saw Sir Brune, fighting single-handed against six knights. Sir
Lancelot rushed to the rescue and quickly overthrew the enemy. He
found that they belonged to the company of the hundred knights
whom Sir Brune had attacked. He ordered them, first of all, to
free the lady of the castle, and then to go to Arthur's Court and
surrender themselves to the mercy of the king.

Poor Sir Brune was almost dead, but Sir Lancelot revived him, and
in a feeble voice he thanked Sir Lancelot for his help. But the
damsel begged:

"Take him back to the Court of your king. I do not want him to
follow this quest any longer."

"This is surely ungrateful of you," said Sir Lancelot. "He has
fought bravely and well."

"The maiden scorns me, though I love her," bitterly said Sir

Then the damsel Elinor cried out:

"I will tell the truth. I love you and I am afraid you will be
killed. Therefore, I wish you to return to Camelot."

Sir Brune was very glad, and he said:

"I have pledged my word and must follow this quest. When I have
succeeded we shall go together back to Arthur's Court."

"Give this adventure to me," said Sir Lancelot, "and go back now
with the damsel."

But Sir Brune refused. Then Sir Lancelot said that they must
undertake the adventure together, and Sir Brune consenting, they
rode slowly forward. Soon they came to an abbey, where they
rested for some days until Sir Brune was well.

Then they traveled as the damsel gave directions. She always knew
what they had to do. At times they passed through woods full of
wild beasts, some of which attacked them. Again they passed over
enchanted meadows where wicked magicians tried to cast spells
over them. They also fought with many knights. However, they
escaped all dangers, although it is certain that Sir Brune would
never have succeeded without the help of Sir Lancelot.

At length the damsel Elinor told them that they were nearing the
last adventure. She pointed to a castle on a hill; a square
structure built of black stones, with a turret on top. The damsel
told them that at the gate of the castle were two huge dragons.
These they must slay.

"Whose is the castle?" asked Sir Brune.

"It belongs now to the wicked Lord Brian of the Isles," answered
the damsel.

At this Sir Brune gave such a loud shout that the dragons on top
of the hill heard him and roared in reply.

"Ah!" cried he, "that is the name of my enemy, who killed my dear
father. At last I shall slay him."

He rode off so quickly that Sir Lancelot had much trouble to keep
up with him. It seemed scarcely five minutes before they came to
the dragons; terrible creatures, all of green, with eyes and
tongues of flame. And their wings were as large as the sails of a

Sir Brune had never before seen a dragon, but he was not afraid.
He fought very bravely, and even when the teeth of the dragons
crunched on his helmet, he did not lose courage. After a fierce
fight of half an hour, the two knights had killed the dragons.

They hoped to rest, but at that moment the castle gate opened
and a porter appeared.

"Enter and fight," he said.

Both spurred forward, but the porter said:

"One only may enter."

"Let me go," said Sir Brune to Sir Lancelot. "Remember I am to
avenge my father's death. It may be that Lord Brian of the Isles
is waiting just inside the gate."

Sir Lancelot consented, and the porter led in Sir Brune and
locked the gate. Inside were two great knights, the brothers of
Lord Brian of the Isles. They were almost as large as Sir Brune.
Together they set upon him. He was already tired from his fight
with the dragons, but his desire to avenge his father strengthened
his arm. One brother was soon overthrown. When the other saw
that, he yielded. Then Sir Brune sent them both to Sir Lancelot
outside the gate.

While Sir Brune was looking about him, a third knight appeared at
the end of the courtyard. He was quite as large as Sir Brune, and
as he came spurring up, the noise of his horse's hoofs was
deafening. Sir Brune recognized him as Sir Plenorius, the cousin
of Lord Brian.

"Ah!" cried he, "where is that wretch, Lord Brian? Am I to fight
with all his family before I meet with him?"

Sir Plenorius wasted no words. He rushed upon Sir Brune and
struck him with his long spear. The blow broke Sir Brune's
helmet, and he had much trouble to guard his head with his
shield. He fought courageously, but he became weaker and weaker.
Then Sir Plenorius stopped fighting.

"I know you will never yield," he said. "You are the bravest
knight I have yet seen. In truth, I loved your good father, and
grieved because my cousin slew him. I have no love for my cousin,
Lord Brian of the Isles, but I am vowed to fight for him as long
as he lives, or until I am overcome."

Sir Brune was about to answer, but he fell back in a swoon. Sir
Plenorius lifted him gently in his arms and bore him into the
castle. He carried him up the winding stairs to the turret room,
and gently laid him on a bed. Then he went back to the courtyard.

Meantime, Sir Lancelot, hearing the porter shout that Sir Brune
was killed, beat on the gate, but nobody would let him in. Then
with great difficulty he climbed the castle wall and leaped down.
Sir Plenorius was just about to care for the horse of Sir Brune.

"Give me back my friend!" cried Sir Lancelot, fiercely. "Where is
my friend?"

Then he began to fight with Sir Plenorius. Sir Plenorius was so
much larger than Sir Lancelot that he thought he could easily
overcome him. As the fight went on, however, he found himself all
but defeated.

"Yield now to me," said Sir Lancelot. "I am Sir Lancelot of the

Then Sir Plenorius said:

"Ah, my good lord, I know of your fame. If we go on fighting, you
will certainly kill me. Yet I do not want to yield, so I ask you
to treat me as I have treated Sir Brune."

When Sir Lancelot heard how Sir Plenorius had spared Sir Brune,
he said:

"You are a gentle knight. I am sorry you are vowed to the service
of Lord Brian of the Isles. He shall surely die."

Sir Plenorius answered:

"When he is dead, I will come to Arthur's Court as one of his

All this time Sir Brune was lying in a swoon on the bed in the
turret room. But at last he came to himself and looked about him.
He saw near him his sword and shield; so he lifted them up beside
him. As he lay still, trying to recover his strength, he heard
stealthy footsteps coming up the turret stairs. They came nearer
and nearer. Suddenly, in rushed Lord Brian of the Isles. He knew
that Sir Brune was there, alone and wounded, and he intended to
kill him as he lay defenseless. Sir Brune understood this and he

"Ah, wretch, you were ever a coward. You come to kill me as I lie
wounded here, just as you killed my poor father while he slept.
But the sight of you makes me forget my wounds."

At these words, and at the fierce rage which shone in Sir
Brune's eyes, Lord Brian, who was indeed a coward, tried to
retreat. But Sir Brune sprang to the doorway.

"You shall never go down by these stairs, villain," he said, "for
I will kill you!"

Lord Brian rushed to the window and sprang out upon the
battlements. Sir Brune followed him, though with difficulty. The
two began to fight, and Sir Brune soon saw that his enemy was
trying to push him close to the edge of the battlements, that he
might fall down into the courtyard below.

Sir Brune, at this, put himself behind Lord Brian, determined to
cast him off instead. Slowly he pushed him, until Lord Brian was
but a step from the edge. Then Sir Brune lifted his shield and
struck his enemy with it. The wicked lord lost his footing, and
was dashed to pieces at the feet of Sir Lancelot and Sir
Plenorius in the courtyard below.

They ordered his soldiers to bury him, and while Sir Lancelot
went to care for Sir Brune, Sir Plenorius went down the hill to
find the damsel Elinor. She came back with tears of joy to Sir

[Illustration: _"He pushed him until he was but a step from the

When Sir Brune was well enough to travel, he visited all the
castles of Lord Brian, in search of his lost mother. He was very
much afraid that she was dead, but at last he found her alive, in
the very castle which had belonged to his father. There was great
joy at their meeting. He took her to Arthur's Court, whither Sir
Lancelot had already conducted the damsel Elinor. A few days
afterward Sir Brune and the damsel were married amid great

[Illustration: The Shield and the Sword]


In Arthur's Court, every knight or lady who was found unworthy
was banished; yet it often took some time to discover one's real

One of the ladies of Arthur's Court was named Vivien. She was
very pretty, and as graceful as a willow wand, and so bright and
attractive in her ways that no one suspected her of being very

Among Arthur's bravest warriors was King Pellenore. He had once
had a great fight with Arthur, but after that they had become
friends, and King Pellenore had been made a Knight of the Round
Table. He was not often at court, for he spent much of his time
seeking for adventures. Now and then he would return and put
away his armor. Then he rode with the ladies or talked to the
other knights.

The lady Vivien admired King Pellenore for his valor and his
mighty deeds, and whenever she could she talked with him about
his adventures. One afternoon she begged him to go for a long
ride with her through the forest. So their horses were brought
and they set forth. Just as they were passing a thick part of the
wood, a beautiful golden-haired lady stepped out.

"Good sir knight," she cried to King Pellenore, "I ask your help.
I am here in the wood with the dear lord who is to be my husband.
He is sore wounded, for an enemy crept up behind him as we were
riding to Arthur's Court, and thrust a sword in his back."

Then King Pellenore turned his horse's head toward the maiden.

"Gladly will I help," he said; "lead me, maiden."

But Vivien called him back.

"Do not go with her," she said. "She may be a witch. Ride on with

"She is no witch, but a good maiden," said King Pellenore.

Then the golden-haired lady spoke again. "Oh, sir knight, help
me! I must go to Arthur's Court to see my father. My dear lover
is going to ask permission to marry me. Help us or he will die."

"Assuredly I will help you, damsel," said King Pellenore.

Vivien held his arm, but he put her gently aside. When the wicked
woman saw that he was going to leave her, she made her horse
plunge and throw her to the ground. There she lay as if in a

King Pellenore did not know what to do. He felt as if he must
help the beautiful lady, and yet he could not leave Vivien. So he

"Fair damsel, you shall have my help. I have never wanted to aid
anyone so much as I do you. I must save your lover and bring you
both to Arthur's Court. But let me first ride back with this lady
who has swooned. Then I will return here to you."

"Alas, alas, I fear it will be too late," cried the damsel,
turning back into the forest.

Then King Pellenore lifted Vivien on her horse, and tied her to
its back by her long green scarf. At this she opened her eyes and
groaned, and said that she was very sick. She made him ride very
slowly to the court.

King Pellenore did not talk to her. He was thinking all the time
of the golden-haired maiden. As soon as he reached the city gate
he gave Vivien over into the care of a knight who was passing,
and galloped back to the woods.

When he reached the spot where the beautiful damsel had spoken to
him, he turned into the thick part of the wood and followed a
narrow path. It was so narrow that the branches of the trees on
both sides struck his shoulders, but still he hurried on. The
path ended in a glade, and there he saw the lady and her lover
lying on the grass.

"Alas, alas!" the lady said, "my dear lord is dead and I am

Then King Pellenore saw that the fair young knight who lay on the
ground was very pale and quiet, and that all the grass about was

"Ah, good knight," said the lady, "after you left me, a lion ran
out of the wood and slew my lover with one stroke of his paw. He
has wounded me so sorely that I too shall die."

Then King Pellenore wept.

"I wish that I had made Vivien wait here," he said, "and had
helped you. I fear I have done wrong."

He sat down and took her golden head on his knee, and spoke to
her gently till she died. Then he put her body and her lover's
body on his horse, and walked beside them sorrowfully until he
reached Arthur's Court.

Near the great hall he met Arthur and Merlin and several knights.

"I am a miserable man," he said.

Then the wise Merlin said: "You are more miserable than you know.
This beautiful lady was your own daughter who was stolen from you
as a child. Only lately she learned who her father was. She was
coming here to seek you."

Then King Pellenore wept loudly.

"This is my punishment," he cried, "for not aiding the maiden.
The one who needs help most should be given it first, and she
needed it more than Vivien. I am indeed punished."

"And you shall be punished yet more," said Merlin; "and in good
time, Vivien also for the part she took. Some day the friend whom
you most trust shall deceive you, and you shall be betrayed to

King Pellenore bowed his head meekly.

"I have deserved it," he said. "And now I must bury my dear child
and her lover."

The beautiful golden-haired lady and her lover were buried with
great mourning, and it was many a day before King Pellenore cared
to seek for adventures.

[Illustration: The Shield]


Sir Lancelot was acknowledged by all the knights of the Round
Table to be the bravest of their number, and the one whom the
king loved most. He was not often at court, because he was nearly
always engaged in adventures which took him away from the town of
Camelot. The knights were always sorry when he went away, yet
they were sure he would return safely and with much to tell them.

One day Sir Lancelot called his nephew Sir Lionel, and told him
to mount his horse, for they must go to seek adventures. Sir
Lionel was very glad, for it was a great honor to be chosen as a
companion by Sir Lancelot. They rode off through a deep forest,
and then across a wide, treeless plain. The sun was shining hot
and bright, and when they reached a clump of trees, Sir Lancelot
bade Sir Lionel dismount. Then the two sat in the shade to rest.

It was not long before Sir Lancelot fell asleep. While Sir Lionel
kept guard, he saw three knights furiously pursued by another
knight, who was very large. This knight overtook the three
knights, one after another, and overthrew them, and bound them by
the reins of their bridles. Sir Lionel, who was young and
self-confident, thought that he would like to fight with this
knight. So he mounted his horse very quietly without waking his
uncle, and rode into the plain.

When the big knight saw him coming, he laughed and rode up
quickly. At the very first stroke, young Sir Lionel fell to the
earth. The strong knight bound him fast to the other three
knights and drove them all to his castle. There he took off their
armor and clothes, and beat them with thorny sticks. After that
he threw them into a deep dungeon where there were many other

Meanwhile Sir Hector, the foster father of King Arthur, hearing
that Sir Lancelot and Sir Lionel had gone in search of adventures,
determined to join them; so he rode hastily in pursuit. When he
had gone some distance through the forest, he met a wood-cutter,
and asked him if he had seen Sir Lancelot and Sir Lionel. The man
replied that he had not.

"Then do you know of any adventure which I can seek?" asked Sir

The man answered:

"Sir, a mile from here is a strong castle. On one side of it is a
large stream, and by that stream a large tree. At the foot of the
tree is a basin of copper. Go and strike on that three times with
your spear and you will meet with an adventure."

"Thank you heartily," said Sir Hector.

He rode on and soon came to the tree. Hanging on it were a great
many shields, and among them Sir Lionel's. There were also
shields which belonged to other knights of the Round Table. Sir
Hector knew that the knights must be prisoners, and he grew very

He struck sharply on the copper basin, and at once a huge knight

"Come forward and fight!" cried the knight.

"That I will," said Sir Hector.

"But I shall win," said the knight, "for I am the great Sir

Sir Hector had heard of this powerful knight whom so many of
Arthur's lords had tried in vain to overthrow. But he was a brave
old man, and so he began to fight fearlessly. He wounded the big
knight once, but the knight wounded him many times, and at last
overcame him. He picked Sir Hector up and carried him under his
right arm into the castle.

"You are very brave," he said, when they had reached the great
hall. "You are the first knight who has wounded me these twelve
years. Now I shall give you your freedom if you will swear to be
a follower of mine."

"I shall never swear that," said Sir Hector; "I am a follower of
King Arthur."

"I am sorry for that," said Sir Turquaine, "for now I must treat
you as I do all my other prisoners."

Then he took off Sir Hector's armor and clothes, and beat him
with the thorny stick, and threw him into the dungeon. There the
old man found Sir Lionel and many other knights.

"Is Sir Lancelot here?" asked Sir Hector, feebly.

"No," said Sir Lionel, and told how he had left Sir Lancelot

Then Sir Hector became cheerful.

"Sir Lancelot will surely find us," he said, "and give us our

But Sir Lancelot still slept on under the tree. Soon four
beautiful ladies rode by, and, seeing a sleeping knight,
dismounted to look at him. They at once recognized him as Sir
Lancelot, the bravest knight in the land. One of these ladies was
Morgan le Fay, whom Arthur had forgiven for her treachery to him.
She said to her companions:

"I will cast a spell over him, and we will carry him to my
castle. Then, when he wakes, we will make him choose one of us as
his wife."

The other three agreed, and Morgan le Fay cast her spell. Then
the four women lifted the knight upon his horse and went with him
to the castle of Morgan le Fay. They put the knight in a richly
decorated chamber and left him.

In the morning he awoke and wondered where he was. Soon a fair
damsel entered with food, and he asked her to explain how he came
to be in that place.

"Sir, I cannot," she said. "But I can tell you this much: you are
under a spell. In twelve hours the spell will break, and perhaps
I can help you then."

After the damsel had gone out, the four ladies entered. They were
clad in most beautiful robes. One had on silk that looked like
the foam of the sea. Another had on velvet that seemed like moss
from the forest. The third wore satin that was the color of maple
leaves in autumn. Morgan le Fay wore a robe that looked like a
storm-cloud, and her diamonds were like stars.

"Choose one of us for your wife," she said, "and you shall be
very happy."

But Sir Lancelot said:

"Fair ladies, I have no wish to marry. I would rather fight for
my good King Arthur who needs me."

At this the ladies were angry.

"You shall stay here till you choose," they said. "And if you
will not choose, then you shall die in prison."

They went out, and Sir Lancelot remained alone all day. At dusk
the fair damsel came to him.

"My lord," she said, "the spell is broken now, and I can help
you. These ladies are not kind to me, and I am going to run away.
I will take you with me on one condition."

"Name it, damsel," he said.

"I am a king's daughter," she said. "My father is King

"He is a good man," Sir Lancelot said. "I know him well."

"My father has been fighting in a tournament," said the maiden,
"and has been overcome, with all his knights. He feels very sad.
Now, in two days there will be another tournament at which he
must fight. If you help him, he will surely win and be happy

"I will gladly help him," said Sir Lancelot.

Then the damsel bade him walk softly with her. She opened twelve
great doors one after another. Each had a lock with a key so
heavy that the maiden had to use both hands to turn it. At last
they reached the courtyard, and there she gave Sir Lancelot his
horse and armor. She also mounted a horse, and the two rode away.

After riding all night, they came to the court of King
Bagdemagus. He was overjoyed to welcome Sir Lancelot, for well he
knew that none could overcome that good knight in combat. All day
there was music and dancing and feasting. Sir Lancelot, however,
could not be merry. He kept thinking of his nephew, Sir Lionel,
and wondering where he was.

On the morning of the tournament Sir Lancelot asked King
Bagdemagus to furnish him with a white shield, because he did not
want to be known. The king did so, and also gave each of the
three knights who rode with him a shield of the same color. Sir
Lancelot went with the knights into a little leafy wood near the
field where the tournament was to be held.

Meanwhile King Bagdemagus rode to the tournament with sixty men,
and met there the king of Northgalis with eighty men. They began
to fight, and soon those on the side of King Bagdemagus began to
be worsted. Then Sir Lancelot, with the three knights, dashed out
of the little wood and into the thick of the fight.

No one could stand against Sir Lancelot. One of King Arthur's
knights, Sir Modred, the brother of Sir Gawain and Sir Gareth,
was fighting against King Bagdemagus. Not knowing who Sir
Lancelot was, he rushed upon him. Sir Lancelot unhorsed him, but
would not hurt him, because he was a Knight of the Round Table.
Years afterward he was sorry he had not killed him, for Sir
Modred proved to be a traitor to King Arthur.

Sir Lancelot fought so well that, for his sake, all the prizes of
the tournament were given to King Bagdemagus, who was greatly
rejoiced, and offered large gifts to Sir Lancelot, and begged
him to be his guest for a time. But Sir Lancelot was so anxious
to find out what had become of Sir Lionel that he could not
remain. So the next day he set forth.

He rode back towards the clump of trees where he had fallen
asleep while Sir Lionel kept watch. On the highway he met a
damsel riding on a white palfrey.

"Fair damsel," said Sir Lancelot, "can you tell me of any
adventures hereabouts? I am Sir Lancelot of the Lake."

"Oh, Sir Lancelot," said she, "it is indeed fortunate that you
have come, for there is here a knight named Sir Turquaine who has
put in prison many of the knights of the Round Table. You shall
fight with him for the freedom of your friends."

Then she turned her horse, and Sir Lancelot gladly followed her.
She brought him to the tree on which hung the shields of his
brother knights. Sir Lancelot let his horse drink a little water,
and then he struck on the iron basin at the foot of the tree so
fiercely that the bottom fell out.

[Illustration: _"He struck so fiercely the bottom fell out"_]

No one appeared, however. Then he rode up to the castle of Sir
Turquaine. Near the gate he met the big knight. He was on foot,
driving his horse before him. On the horse lay a knight, securely
bound. Sir Lancelot recognized him as Sir Gaheris, the brother of
Sir Gawain and Sir Gareth.

"Put down the knight," said Sir Lancelot. "Mount and fight."

"Gladly," said Sir Turquaine. "Before long you will be sorry for
your challenge."

Then the two rode at each other. Their horses' feet beat the dust
into clouds, and they used their swords so fiercely that their
armor rang continually like the clanging of heavy bells. They
fought until they were breathless, each bleeding from many
wounds. Then Sir Turquaine, leaning on his sword, said:

"By my faith, never have I fought with such a strong man before.
I admire you, and I would be your friend. You fight as they say
that knight does whom I hate most in all this world. If you are
not that knight, I give you my friendship, and shall free all my
prisoners for your sake."

"That is well said," replied Sir Lancelot. "Tell me who this
knight is whom you hate so much."

"He is Sir Lancelot of the Lake. For hatred of him, I kill or
imprison all the knights of the Round Table whom I can find."

"Then let us begin to fight again," said Sir Lancelot, "for I am
Sir Lancelot of the Lake."

Then they struck at each other furiously, and soon gave each
other so many wounds that the ground was covered with blood. Sir
Turquaine was a brave man, but he was not so strong as Sir
Lancelot. After a long conflict he fell, mortally wounded, to the
ground. Then Sir Lancelot unlaced his helmet and eased him as
well as he could till he died. Afterwards he left Sir Turquaine,
and went to the porter who held the keys of the castle.

Sir Lancelot took the keys and unlocked the doors of the prison.
He led the poor knights out into the daylight and struck off
their chains. Sir Lionel and Sir Hector were overjoyed to see
that their deliverer was indeed Sir Lancelot. Each knight found
his own armor in the armory, and his own horse in the stables.
After that a servant came with four horses laden down with
venison, and the poor knights, who for a long time had had
nothing but bread and water, enjoyed a good meal. Then Sir
Lancelot rode away in search of new adventures.

[Illustration: The Holy Grail]


One day in May Queen Guinevere invited ten ladies and ten knights
to ride a-Maying with her the next morning in the woods. So at
the appointed time they assembled, all dressed in green silk and
green velvet, the color of young grass. The knights wore white
plumes in their helmets, and the ladies wore white May-blossoms
in their hair. They rode off very happily, telling the king that
they would return before noon.

Now the good King Bagdemagus, for whom Sir Lancelot had fought,
had a bad son named Sir Malgrace. For a long time he had wanted
to capture the queen and carry her off to his castle. He had been
afraid to try, however, because of her large bodyguard. All the
young knights of the Round Table liked to ride with her and
protect her. They took good care of all the ladies of the Court,
but they loved the queen most.

When Sir Malgrace heard that the queen was out a-Maying with only
a few knights, and these not fully armed, he determined to take
her prisoner. So he called together eighty men-at-arms and a
hundred archers, and set out. Soon he came upon her and her
attendants. They were sitting on a little hill, with wreaths of
flowers and leaves on their arms and necks. Before they could
rise to their feet, Sir Malgrace and his men dashed upon them.

"Traitor!" cried the queen. "What would you do?"

"I will carry you to my castle, fair queen," he said. "And never
again shall you go free."

"I will not go with you," said the queen.

Then the ten knights drew their swords and set on the hundred and
eighty men of Sir Malgrace. They fought so well that they
overthrew forty. Still, they could do little against such
numbers, and soon all were wounded. When the queen saw this, she
cried out:

"Sir Malgrace, do not slay my noble knights, and I will go with
you. I would rather die than cause them further harm."

The knights said that they would rather perish than be prisoners
to Sir Malgrace. However, upon an order from their lord, the
archers tied up the wounds of the queen's followers, and put them
on horseback. Then the whole company rode slowly towards the
castle of Sir Malgrace.

Sir Malgrace kept close to the queen for fear she would escape.
Once when they were in a thick part of the wood he rode ahead to
break the branches so that they should not strike her face. Then
the queen whispered to a little maiden who rode near her:

"If you can do so, slip away from the company. You are so small
that perhaps they will not notice you. Take this ring and give it
to our greatest knight, Sir Lancelot, and pray him to come and
rescue me."

The little maid waited until she thought the time for escape had
come, and rode off as quietly as she could. Sir Malgrace saw her
go, and suspected that the queen had sent her. He ordered his
archers to shoot at the child, but she escaped unhurt.

"Madam," said Sir Malgrace to the queen, "I know well that you
have sent for Sir Lancelot, but you may be sure that hither he
shall never come."

Then Sir Malgrace ordered his archers to stand guard on the road
and shoot down any knight they saw.

"But if he should be Sir Lancelot," he said, "be sure that you do
not venture very close to him, for he is hard to overcome."

Meantime the little maid reached Arthur's Court in safety. She
found the king and his knights very anxious because the queen had
not returned. She told her story, and gave the queen's ring to
Sir Lancelot.

"Bring me my armor!" shouted Sir Lancelot. "I will rescue my good
and dear queen before the night falls. I would rather see her
safe here again than own all France."

He put on his armor and mounted his white horse and rode off
without delay. The little maid led him to the place where the ten
knights had fought with the hundred and eighty. From this point
he traced them by the blood on the grass and on the road. At last
he reached the archers.

"Turn back," they said. "No one may pass here."

"That I will not," said Sir Lancelot. "I am a Knight of the Round
Table, and therefore have the right of way throughout the land."

At that they shot their arrows at him. He was wounded with many
of them, and his white horse was killed. Sir Lancelot tried to
reach the men, but there were so many hedges and ditches in the
way that he could not. They hastened back to tell Sir Malgrace
that a knight whom they had not succeeded in killing was coming
to the castle.

Sir Lancelot tried to walk, but his armor was too heavy for him
to carry in his wounded state. He dared not leave any of it
behind, for he would need it all in fighting. Just as he was
wondering what he could do, a carter passed him, driving a rough

"Carter," said Sir Lancelot, "let me ride in your wagon to the
castle of Sir Malgrace."

The carter was amazed, for in that day a knight never entered
into a cart unless he was a condemned man going to be hanged. Sir
Lancelot, however, did not stop to explain. He jumped into the
cart and told the driver to go quickly.

Some of the ladies of Queen Guinevere were looking out of their
window, and one said to her:

"See, my queen, there is a poor knight going to be hanged."

The queen looked out of the window and recognized Sir Lancelot by
the three lions blazoned upon his shield. She was overjoyed, and
waved him a glad greeting as he came up to the castle gate.

Sir Lancelot beat on the gate with his shield, and cried:

"Come out, false traitor, Sir Malgrace; come out and fight. If
you do not, you will be branded as a coward forever."

At first Sir Malgrace thought that he would keep his gates shut
fast and not answer the challenge. But in those days it was a
sign of great cowardice not to accept a challenge. Moreover,
since Sir Lancelot had been able to reach the castle in spite of
the archers, he was afraid other knights of the Round Table might
do the same. Then they would besiege him and force him to
surrender. Still he was afraid to fight. So he went to Queen
Guinevere and said:

"Fair queen, remember how I saved your ten knights when I could
have killed them. Now I am sorry I took you prisoner. I beg that
you will go to Sir Lancelot and urge him not to fight. Then I
will entertain him in this castle with the best I have, and
to-morrow you shall all go back to the court."

Then the queen said:

"Peace is always better than war. I will do the best I can."

So she went down to Sir Lancelot, who still beat upon the gate,
and besought him to come in peaceably, for Sir Malgrace was
sorry for what he had done. Sir Lancelot was unwilling, for he
knew that Sir Malgrace was a traitor, deserving punishment.
Still, he could not refuse the queen anything she asked him, and,
therefore, he entered the castle.

Sir Malgrace greeted him with politeness, and served to him and
to the others of Arthur's Court, a great banquet. After that, to
the surprise of everyone, he rose and accused the queen of
treason. All the company was astonished. Sir Lancelot was very

"If you say the queen is a traitress," he cried, "you shall fight
with me, although you were afraid just now."

"I am not afraid to fight," said Sir Malgrace.

"When and where will you meet me in combat?" asked Sir Lancelot.

"In eight days," replied Sir Malgrace, "in the field near

Sir Lancelot agreed to this. Then Queen Guinevere rose with all
her attendants and went into the courtyard. Their horses were
brought them and they mounted. Sir Lancelot was the last to pass
out of the banquet hall. As he was going through the door he
stepped upon a trap which Sir Malgrace had prepared for him. The
trapdoor fell and dropped him into a dark dungeon.

When the queen and her knights and ladies had ridden out of the
courtyard, they noticed that Sir Lancelot was not with them. They
supposed, however, that he had ridden off by himself, as was
often his custom, so they went without him to Camelot, and told
the king what had happened. He was very angry at Sir Malgrace's
accusation, but he was sure that Sir Lancelot would punish Sir
Malgrace, and so vindicate Queen Guinevere.

Meantime, the unhappy Sir Lancelot lay bruised in the dungeon,
feeling very sure that Sir Malgrace meant to starve him to death.
He lay hungry and thirsty for nearly two days. Then Sir Malgrace
peeped in to see if he were dead.

"Ah, traitor!" cried Sir Lancelot, "I shall overcome you yet."

At that Sir Malgrace shut the trapdoor hastily, as if he were
afraid that Sir Lancelot could leap up ten feet in the air. That
one look, however, cost the wicked knight dear, for the daughter
of the porter saw him shutting the trapdoor, and was curious to
know who was in the dungeon. So at night she opened the trapdoor
and let herself down by a rope.

When she saw Sir Lancelot she was very sorry for him. He offered
her much money if she would free him. At last she said:

"I will do it for love of Queen Guinevere and not for money."

She let him climb up by the rope, and took him out of the
courtyard. He was so sick that he went to a hermit's hut and
rested for several days. When next Sir Malgrace looked into the
dungeon he heard no movement. Then he rejoiced greatly, for he
thought Sir Lancelot was dead.

When the eighth day had come, all the knights of the Round Table
assembled in the tournament field and waited for Sir Lancelot to
appear. They all thought he would surely come. But Sir Malgrace
rode jauntily about the field. Many of the knights wondered at
his courage, not knowing the reason for his confidence.

The herald blew his trumpet once, but Sir Lancelot did not
appear; twice, and still he did not come. Then up started several
knights and begged the king to let them fight instead of Sir

"He has been trapped," they said, "or he would be here."

While the king was hesitating whom to choose, in rode Sir
Lancelot. He dashed up to Sir Malgrace.

"Here I am, traitor," he said. "Now do your worst."

Then they fought, but at the first stroke Sir Malgrace fell to
the earth.

"Mercy!" he cried, "I yield to you, Sir Knight. Do not slay me. I
put myself in the king's hands and yours."

Sir Lancelot was much vexed. He wanted to kill Sir Malgrace for
his treachery, and yet, since the man had asked for mercy, he
could not. So he said:

"What, coward, would you stop already? Shame upon you! Get up and

"I shall not rise unless you take me as one who has yielded,"
answered the knight.

Then Sir Lancelot said:

"Traitor, I make you this offer: I will take off my helmet, unarm
my left side, and tie my left hand behind my back. In that way I
will fight with you."

Upon hearing this, Sir Malgrace rose to his feet, sure now of
killing Sir Lancelot.

"My lord King," cried Sir Malgrace, "you have heard this offer. I

The king was very sorry that Sir Lancelot had made the offer.
However, it was impossible to withdraw it. A squire came and
disarmed Sir Lancelot, so that his head and left side were
without cover; and since he had only one arm to fight with, he
could not use his shield.

Then Sir Malgrace dashed at him, aiming for his left side. Sir
Lancelot waited till he was very near, and then lightly stepped
aside. Before Sir Malgrace could turn, Sir Lancelot lifted his
spear and struck his enemy such a blow that he broke his
breastplate and pierced his heart.

The body of Sir Malgrace was carried off the field and taken to
the castle of his good father; Queen Guinevere was proclaimed
innocent of treason; and Sir Lancelot was honored more than ever
by his king and his queen.

[Illustration: The Two Horses]


Every year King Arthur's knights held a grand tournament among
themselves, and contended in friendly combat for a prize. This
prize was a diamond.

Once, in the early days of his kingship, Arthur was walking on a
craggy hill, when he came upon the skeleton of a man who had once
been a ruler. The skull still wore a gold crown set with nine
large diamonds. King Arthur took the crown and had the diamonds
unset. Each year at the friendly tournament he gave one of these
diamonds as a prize.

There had been eight tournaments, and at each Sir Lancelot had
won the diamond. The jewel that was to be given as a prize at the
ninth tournament was the largest and most beautiful of all.
Everyone, of course, expected that Sir Lancelot would win it, but
only a few days before the contest he announced to the king that
he would not compete.

Then the queen was vexed, for she loved Sir Lancelot more than
all the other knights, and it gave her great joy to see him
always successful in the tournaments. Therefore she urged him to
change his decision.

"My queen," he said, "I told the king I would not fight."

The queen replied:

"My advice is that you go in disguise. The knights who contest
with you do so but half-heartedly, for they know your great fame
and feel sure of failure. If they did not know who you were, they
would fight better and win more glory for themselves. Then fight
as a stranger knight, and afterwards explain to the king."

Sir Lancelot took her advice. He rode away over the woods and
hills till he came to the castle of Astolat, where he decided to
stop and ask for a disguise. He knocked on the gate, which was
opened by an old dumb servant, and entered the courtyard. The
lord of Astolat came to meet him with his two sons, Sir Torre and
Sir Lavaine, and his beautiful daughter Elaine. The lord of the
castle said:

"Fair sir, whoever you are, you are welcome. You seem to me much
like a Knight of the Round Table."

"That I am," said Sir Lancelot. "Hereafter I will tell you my
name; at present I wish to remain unknown. I must enter the
coming tournament as an unknown knight, and I should like to
leave with you my great shield, for it is as well known in
Camelot as I. Will you keep it and lend me another one?"

Then answered the Lord of Astolat:

"You may take the shield of my son Torre. He was hurt in his
first tournament, and has not been able to fight since. My son
Lavaine will gladly go with you to the tournament. Perhaps,"
added the lord, laughing, "he can win the diamond, and put it in
his sister Elaine's hair."

"Nay, father, do not make me ashamed before this noble knight,"
said the young Lavaine. "I know I can never win the diamond for
Elaine, but I can at least do my best to fight."

"Gladly will I take you for a companion," said Sir Lancelot, "and
if you can, win the diamond for this fair maiden."

"Such a diamond," said Sir Torre, "is fit for a queen, and not
for a simple girl."

Sir Lancelot smiled to himself. He was sure that he should win
the diamond. Then he meant to give it with the eight others to
Queen Guinevere. He spoke kindly, however, to the beautiful

"In truth, this fair maiden is fit to be a queen."

Then Elaine lifted her eyes and looked at him. He was twice as
old as she was. His face was cut and scarred with wounds which he
had received in battle, but as she looked at him, she loved him,
and felt that she would continue to love him till the day of her

They went into the great hall where a supper was laid. Sir
Lancelot talked of King Arthur and his goodness and all his
glorious deeds. Elaine thought that even Arthur could not be so
brave as this wonderful lord. All night long she dreamed of him.
In the morning she rose early and went down in the courtyard
where Sir Lancelot and Sir Lavaine were mounting their horses.

"Fair lord," she said boldly to Sir Lancelot, "will you wear my
token in your helmet?"

Then said Sir Lancelot:

"Fair maiden, I have never worn favor nor token for any lady in
the tournaments. This is well known to be my custom."

"But if you wear my token," she said, "there will be far less
likelihood of your being known by your fellow knights."

"That is very true, my child," he said. "Bring it to me. What is

She held it out to him; it was a red sleeve embroidered with
pearls. Sir Lancelot bound it in his helmet and said:

"I have never done so much before for any maiden."

[Illustration: _"She staid near it all day long in the turret"_]

Then he and Sir Lavaine bade Elaine farewell, and the beautiful
maiden ran up to the tower of the castle and watched them from
the window for a long time. When they were out of sight she asked
the old dumb servant to carry Sir Lancelot's shield to the tower.
It was a large shield of silver, with three lions emblazoned upon
it in gold and blue, but its polished surface was covered with
dents and scratches. Elaine knelt before it, and made a story for
each scratch and mark, picturing to herself the contests in which
the good shield had taken part. For many weeks she stayed near it
all day long in the turret, watching for Sir Lancelot and her
brother to return.

Meanwhile those two had ridden lightly to Camelot, and when they
were almost there, Sir Lancelot told Sir Lavaine his name. The
young man was astonished. He was very happy, too, to think that
he was a companion to the great knight of whom he had heard so

When Sir Lancelot and Sir Lavaine arrived at the field where the
tournament was to be held, they stood looking at the king, who
sat upon the great carved chair which had dragons' heads for the
arms and the back. On his red robe was embroidered a golden
dragon, and a golden dragon was also on his crown. Above him, set
in a canopy, was the ninth diamond. All about the king to left
and right were rows of ladies whose robes gave to the pavilion in
which they sat the brilliant hues of the rainbow.

Sir Lancelot said to young Sir Lavaine:

"Look at the king. You think I am great, but he is greater than
I. I can fight better than he can, but his soul is greater than
mine. Aim to become a Knight of the Round Table, and follow the
example of goodness which Arthur sets for his knights."

At this moment the trumpets blew as a signal that the tournament
was to begin. The knights spurred their horses forward, and in a
moment their spears and shields clashed. Sir Lancelot rode
lightly here and there, overthrowing everyone with whom he
contested. All wondered at the skill of this unknown knight. Then
Sir Lancelot's kinsmen, his nephew, Sir Lionel, and others, were
angry and jealous.

"Our Sir Lancelot should be here," they said, "to overcome this
stranger knight."

"Perhaps this is Sir Lancelot," said one. "Two knights cannot
fight so well in this world. It must be Sir Lancelot."

"No, no," said the others; "Sir Lancelot would never wear a
lady's favor, and this knight wears a red sleeve embroidered with
pearls. Let us set on this man and teach him that if Sir Lancelot
is not here, we, his kinsmen, will fight for his fame."

Then all together they bore down on Sir Lancelot. His horse went
down in the shock, and he himself was wounded. A spear had
pierced his breastplate and snapped off in his side.

Young Sir Lavaine rushed to help Sir Lancelot. The great knight
rose slowly and, with the help of his friend, drove back his kith
and kin to the far side of the field. Then sounded a great blare
of trumpets, and the king proclaimed the stranger knight victor.

"Come forward," the herald cried, "and take your diamond."

But poor Sir Lancelot said:

"Talk not to me of diamonds. Give me air. I fear me I have
received my death wound. Let me go hence, and I bid you follow me

Sir Lavaine helped him upon his horse, and they two rode slowly
off the field. When they were near the neighboring forest the
great knight fell from his horse and cried:

"Pull forth the spear-head which is in my side."

"Oh, my lord," said Sir Lavaine, "I am afraid you will die if I
draw it forth."

"I shall die if you leave it," said Sir Lancelot.

So Sir Lavaine drew it forth quickly, causing Sir Lancelot to
faint from the pain. Then a hermit who lived near by came to
them, and bore the wounded knight into his hut, where for many a
week Sir Lancelot lay between life and death.

When Arthur found that the unknown knight had gone, no one knew
whither, he was sorry. He called the light-hearted Sir Gawain and
said to him:

"Go forth, take this diamond and seek the stranger knight. Do
not cease from your search till you have left the diamond in his

Then Arthur went to the queen. She had been ill and had not
attended the tournament. When the king told her all that had
happened, she cried:

"A stranger knight! My lord, my lord! That was our dear Sir
Lancelot. He was fighting in disguise."

"Alas! he is hurt," said the king. "Perhaps he is dying. He said
that he would not fight. He should have told me that he meant to
fight in disguise. The truth, my queen, is always best."

"Yes, my good lord, I know it," she said. "If I had but let our
Lancelot tell the truth, perhaps he would not have been wounded.
You would have called on his kinsmen to cease."

For many days the king and Guinevere waited in deep anxiety for
news of Sir Lancelot. Meantime, Sir Gawain rode forth and sought
for the great knight in vain. At last he came to the castle of
Astolat, where he was welcomed by the lord and Sir Torre and the
fair Elaine. He told them the result of the tournament, and how
the stranger knight had won. They showed him Sir Lancelot's

"Ah!" said Elaine, when he had told them the name of the unknown
knight, "I knew that he must be great."

Sir Gawain guessed by the expression of her beautiful face that
she loved Sir Lancelot. So he said:

"Fair maiden, when he returns here for his shield, give him this
diamond, which is the prize he won. Perhaps he will prize it the
more because you put it into his hand."

Then Sir Gawain bade them farewell and rode off, lightly singing.
When he told Arthur what he had done, the king said:

"You should have done as I bade you, Gawain. Sir Lancelot
deceived me about his disguise, and you have disobeyed me. The
kingdom will surely fail if the king and his rules are not
honored. Obedience is the courtesy due to kings."

Meanwhile the fair Elaine went to her father and said:

"Dear father, let me go and seek the wounded Sir Lancelot and my

"Nay," said the lord, "it is not a fitting thing for a young
maiden like you to seek a wounded knight. He is not your lover.
It cannot be."

"I would give him his diamond," she said, "and since he is so
sorely wounded, I would take care of him. It is not fitting, my
father, but I cannot live unless I know where he is and how he

Then, because he loved his child very much and had never refused
any request she made of him, the old lord let her go in care of
Sir Torre. The two rode for a long time, until at last, near
Camelot, they met Sir Lavaine. Elaine ran up to him and cried:

"Lavaine, take me to Sir Lancelot."

Sir Lavaine was much astonished that Elaine knew the name of the
stranger knight. He was glad to see her, because he thought she
could help his friend. Sir Lancelot seemed glad to see her, too,
and the beautiful maiden cared for him so tenderly that the old
hermit said he never could have recovered without her nursing.
When he was well enough, they all rode to the castle of Astolat.

There Sir Lancelot remained for a few days; then he took his
shield and prepared to return to Camelot. Before he went he asked
Elaine if he could not do something for her in return for her
care of him.

She grew very pale and then she said:

"I am going to say something which I should not. I love you. Take
me with you to Camelot."

Sir Lancelot said very gently:

"My poor little maiden, if I had meant to take a wife, I should
have wedded earlier. All the court knows that I love only the
king and the queen. You do not really love me. Some day you will
marry a young knight, and then I shall give you many castles and
much land as a dowry."

"I will have nothing of all that," said Elaine.

She turned away and climbed up to the tower, while her father
said to Sir Lancelot:

"I pray you, be discourteous in some way so that she will cease
to love you. Such love is madness."

"It is not my habit to be discourteous," said Sir Lancelot.
"However, when she stands at the turret window to wave me
farewell, I will not look up at her."

Sir Lancelot rode sadly away, and did not look up at the window
where Elaine stood. She watched him till he disappeared, and then
she fell in a swoon. Day after day she pined away, and one
morning she said to her father:

"Dear father, I am going to die. When I am dead, take my bed and
cover it with rich draperies. Then dress me in my most beautiful
clothes; put a letter I have here in my hand, and lay me on the
bed. Set it on a barge, and let our dumb servant steer it down
the river to Camelot."

Her father wept, and promised to do all that she asked.

Sir Lancelot had gone to the Court, where he was received with
great rejoicing. For many days the knights and ladies held great
feasting in his honor, and the king and the queen would hardly
allow him to leave their presence. One day while the three stood
looking out of the palace window, they saw a black barge come
slowly down the river.

It stopped at the palace door, and the king, going down, saw on
it the beautiful maiden Elaine, pale in death. She was dressed in
white satin, and bore a lily in her left hand and a letter in her
right. The king ordered two of his knights, the good Sir Galahad
and Sir Perceval, to carry Elaine into his great hall. Then
Arthur read the letter, which said:

"Most noble lord, Sir Lancelot of the Lake: I, Elaine, the maid
of Astolat, come to take my last farewell of you, for you left me
without a farewell. I loved you, and my love had no return, and
so I died."

The knights and ladies wept. Sir Lancelot said to Arthur:

"My king, I grieve for the death of this maiden, but as I did not
love her, I could not wed her."

The king answered:

"You are not to blame, Sir Lancelot. The world has in it much
that is sad as well as much that is joyous. There are happenings
for which no human being can be blamed. It would be a fitting
deed, however, if you had this maiden richly buried."

Sir Lancelot ordered a splendid funeral, such as should be given
to a queen. Over Elaine's grave was raised a beautiful tomb on
which was carved her figure, with the left hand holding a lily;
at her feet lay the shield of Sir Lancelot, and the sad story of
her death was written on the tomb in letters of gold and blue.

[Illustration: Two Crossed Swords and a Shield]


In Arthur's Court there were many virtuous knights and ladies,
but the best of all was a beautiful maiden, sister to Sir
Perceval. She was so good that the evil in the world oppressed
her, and she could be happy only when she was praying for all
people to be made better.

Once a good old man told her what was meant by the Holy Grail.

"Grail," he said, "is the word for the cup out of which our Lord
Jesus drank, the night that he held the last supper with his
disciples. Therefore, it is called holy. There is a tradition
which says that for a long time after the death of Christ the
Holy Grail remained on earth, and any one who was sick and
touched it was healed at once. But then people grew to be so
wicked that it disappeared from earth. It is said that if a
person in our day were only good enough, he could see the Holy

"Really see it?" asked the maiden, eagerly, "or see it in a

"I do not know," answered the good old man, "but either one would
be a great happiness. For a real sight of it, or a vision, would
show the person who saw it that he was sinless."

Then the beautiful maiden prayed more than ever. She became so
thin and pale that it seemed as if she were almost transparent,
and at last she lay dying. One morning she sent for her brother,
Sir Perceval, and for his friend, Sir Galahad.

Sir Perceval and Sir Galahad were the two best knights in
Arthur's Court. They were not so powerful as Sir Lancelot or Sir
Geraint or Sir Gareth, but they had purer souls than these. When
they came to the bedside of the maiden, she said:

"Oh, my brother and my friend, I have seen the Holy Grail. Last
night I was awakened by a sound like the music of a silver horn
across the hills. It was more beautiful music than any I have
ever heard. Then through my window shone a long cold beam of
silver light, and slowly across that beam came the Holy Grail. It
was red like a beautiful rose, and the light reflected from it
covered all the walls with a rosy color. And then it vanished.
Now I beg you to seek it; and go to the hall of Arthur and tell
all the other knights to take the quest. If they can but see the
Grail, it will be a sign that they are good, and that the world
is growing better."

As she spoke, Sir Galahad's face wore an expression so like her
own that Sir Perceval was amazed. But the maiden took from the
side of her bed a sword-belt, and gave it to Sir Galahad.

"Fair knight," she said, "I have made this golden belt of my
hair, and woven on it, in crimson and silver thread, the device
of the Holy Grail. Put on this belt, bind your sword to it, and
go forth; for you, too, shall see the Holy Grail."

Then Sir Galahad and Sir Perceval went away quietly, for they saw
that the beautiful maiden had not long to live. That night they
went to Arthur's hall. The king was absent with the queen, but
most of the knights of the Round Table were there, and to them
Sir Galahad and Sir Perceval told the vision that Sir Perceval's
sister had seen.

As they spoke, suddenly the torches in the hall were
extinguished; there was a loud sound like thunder and a sudden
cracking of the roof. Then a beam of light, seven times stronger
than day, streamed into the room. Across the beam stole the Holy
Grail. But it was covered by a luminous cloud, so that its shape
could not be seen. Slowly it vanished away.

There was silence in the hall for a long time; the knights were
awe-struck and could not speak. At last Sir Perceval rose in his
seat and said in a low tone:

"My sister saw the vision of the Holy Grail, but I, because I am
more sinful, have seen it covered with a cloud. Yet because I
wish to see it, I vow to spend twelve months and a day in search
of it. I will pray, and live as holy a life as I can, and
perhaps this vision will be mine."

Then good Sir Bors, the cousin of Sir Lancelot, made the same
vow, as did also Sir Galahad and Sir Lancelot and Sir Gawain and
many others. After the vows had been taken, King Arthur entered.
When all had been explained to him, his face grew sorrowful.

"If I had been here," he said, "I should not have allowed you to
swear the vow. None of you really saw the Grail; you say it was
covered with a cloud."

Then Sir Galahad cried out:

"My king, I saw the Grail, all crimson like a ruby, and I heard a
voice which said, 'O Galahad, O Galahad, follow me!'"

"Ah, Galahad," said the king, tenderly, "you are fit for this
quest, this search, but the others are not. Sir Lancelot is our
strongest warrior, but he is not like Sir Galahad. Most of you,
my knights, are men with strength and will to right wrongs; that
is the work you are fitted for. You have fought in twelve great
battles with the heathen, but only one of you is fit for this
holiest of visions. Yet go, and fulfill your vow."

The faces of the knights were downcast. The king continued:

"While you are gone, I shall need your strength here at home, but
you will be following a wandering fire. Many of you will never

All the company felt sad. The next day when the knights departed
upon their quest, the king could hardly speak for grief, and many
of the knights and ladies wept. Those who had sworn the vow went
together to the great gate of the city of Camelot, and there they

During the next twelvemonth many a poor laborer who had been
wronged came to Arthur's Court to find a knight who would fight
for him, and many a poor widow and maiden. But because so many of
the knights of the Round Table were absent there was little help
to be had, and Arthur's face grew sadder and sadder as time went

At last, after the twelvemonth and the day had passed, those in
Camelot began to look for the return of the knights who had taken
the vow. Alas, though they waited all day long, only Sir Gawain,
Sir Bors, Sir Perceval, and Sir Lancelot returned. In the evening
the knights of the Round Table assembled in the great hall. When
each was seated, the king rose, and said to those who had been
upon the quest:

"My lords, I need only look at your faces to know that you have
fared ill. I dare not think of those of you who have not come
back. And now, Perceval, my knight who, next to Galahad, has the
purest soul, tell me what has happened to you."

Sir Perceval rose slowly from his chair and said:

"Dear my liege, when I left your court on the sad morning that we
all set forth, I did not feel the grief that many of the other
knights felt. I had been fighting so well, so many lances had
gone down before my stroke, that I was full of confidence in what
I could do.

"I rode happily, planning all the great victories I should win.
I was sure if I righted a great many wrongs, I should soon see
the Grail. But after many days I began to grow weary. I was
riding through rough forests, and the branches bruised me and my
horse; there seemed to be no great deeds to do. I could not even
slay wild beasts, and so be of use to the poor country people. My
bed was on the hard ground, and my food was wild berries.

"One day I came to a great castle, and here I decided to rest.
When I entered, I was warmly greeted and brought to the princess
of the castle. I found her to be one whom I had loved long ago in
her father's court. I was but a young squire and she was a great
princess, and so I had gone away without telling her how dear I
held her.

"She greeted me kindly, and after a time she began to love me.
Soon I wondered whether I was fit to see the Holy Grail. I
thought perhaps I was one of those who were pursuing a wandering
fire. And then the people of the castle begged me to marry their
princess, and be their lord and live a happy and easeful life.

"One night I awoke, and thought longingly of the Holy Grail.
Whether I were fit to see the vision or not, I had at least sworn
to seek it for a year and a day. And yet, I had not tried two
months! I rose hastily, dressed, and left the castle. Then for
many days I prayed and mourned. At last I sought a holy hermit,
and told him all I had done and thought since I had left Arthur's

"The good hermit, after a short silence, said: 'My son, you have
not true humility. You have been too proud of your strength, and
too sure in the beginning that you were fit for the vision. You
have always thought first of yourself and your own glory, and not
of the good you could do.'

"I went into the chapel of this hermit, and prayed to be relieved
of the sin of pride. As I prayed, Sir Galahad entered. He was
clad in silver armor, and his face looked like that of an angel.

"'Oh, my brother,' he said, 'have you not seen the Grail?' And
after I had answered, he said:

"'From the moment when I left the court of our king, the vision
has been with me. It is faint in the daytime, but at night it
shines blood red. I see it on the mountains, and in the lakes,
and on the marshes. It has made me so strong that everywhere I am
able to do good. I have broken down many evil customs. I have
fought with pagan hordes and been victor, all because of this
blessed vision. Perceval, I have not long to live. I am going to
the great city above, which is more beautiful than any earthly
city. Come out with me this night, and before you die you shall
see this vision.'

"Then I followed Sir Galahad out of the chapel. We climbed a hill
which was steep and rugged, Sir Galahad going first, and his
silver armor guiding me. When we came to the top, a storm broke
over us, and the lightning seemed to follow us as we descended
the hill on the other side. At the bottom of it there was a great
black swamp, leading to the sea. It was crossed by a huge bridge
built by some forgotten king. Here Sir Galahad left me and ran
over the bridge till he reached the sea. His armor shone like a
star, far away at the edge of the water. And then I saw him no

[Illustration: _"And across it slowly moved the Holy Grail"_]

"I knelt on the black ground and wept, and wished that I were as
good as Sir Galahad, and could do deeds as he did, not to win
glory, but to help those who needed help. And as I wept, I was
aware of a great light over me. I looked up and saw a silver
beam, and across it slowly moved the Holy Grail. It was no longer
muffled in a cloud, but shone crimson as a ruby.

"I made my way back to the chapel and prayed all the rest of the
night. In the morning I found Sir Galahad's body by the sea. He
was beautiful as a saint, though he was worn and thin from long
self-sacrifice. I buried him and then turned my steps to Camelot.

"And now, my lord Arthur, I shall never fight again. I shall
become a monk and pass my life in prayer as my sister did. Among
my brother monks, there will be very many little deeds of
service I can do. Thus will I spend my life."

All the knights were very much moved and the king looked
affectionately at Sir Perceval, but he did not speak to him. He
turned to Sir Gawain and said:

"Sir Gawain, was this quest for you?"

Then Sir Gawain, always light-hearted and easily turned away from
one thing to another, said:

"Nay, my king, such a search is not for one like me. In a little
time I became tired. I talked to a holy man who told me that I
was not fit for such a vision. So I journeyed till I came to a
field with silk pavilions and very many knights and ladies. And
with them I lived happily for the year."

The good king looked displeased, but his face grew tender as he
turned to Sir Bors.

"Bors," he said, "good, faithful, and honest you have ever been.
Tell me what you have seen."

Sir Bors, who stood near Sir Lancelot, said:

"My lord Arthur, after I had started on the quest, I was told
that madness had fallen upon my kinsman, Sir Lancelot. This so
grieved me that I had but little heart to seek for the Holy
Grail. Yet I sought for it. I believed that if God meant me to
see the vision he would send it.

"I traveled till I came to a people who were heathen. They knew
much of magic, but nothing of God. I stayed with them, and tried
to teach them our faith, but they were angry because I would not
believe in their gods, and they put me into prison.

"I was there many months in darkness and cold. But I tried to be
patient, and prayed that my patience would count for something,
although I could not do any good deeds. I had at least been
faithful though I failed.

"One night a stone slipped from my prison wall, and I could see a
space of sky, with seven stars set across it. Then slowly across
the space glided the Holy Grail. My happiness was great, for I
had seen the vision.

"The next morning, a maiden who had been secretly converted to
our religion released me from prison, and I came hither."

Then the king spoke to Sir Lancelot.

"My Lancelot, the mightiest of us all, have you succeeded in this

Then Sir Lancelot groaned.

"O, king!" he cried, "your mightiest, yes; and yet, far better it
would be if I were like Sir Galahad. A great sin is on my soul,
and it was to be rid of this sin that I undertook the quest of
the Holy Grail. A hermit told me that only by putting this sin
away should I ever see the vision. I strove so hard against it
that my old sickness came upon me. I became mad, and rode up and
down among waste places, fighting with small men who overthrew
me. The day has been when the very sound of my name would have
made them tremble.

"At last I came to the sea and saw a boat anchored near the
shore. I stepped into it, loosed the anchor, and floated away.
For seven days I sailed, and at last I came to an old castle. I
entered and heard a voice singing. I followed it up, up for a
thousand steps. At last I came to a door, which burst open before
me. Perhaps I dreamed, and yet I believe I saw the Holy Grail,
though it was veiled and guarded by great angels. I thought I saw
all this, and then I swooned away. When I came to myself, I was
alone in the room. It was many days before I made my way back to

For a long time there was silence in the hall, and then Sir
Gawain said:

"Sir king, I can fight, and I always shall fight for you. But I
do not believe in this vision. All the knights were mad, like Sir
Lancelot. They did not really have the vision; it was but fancy."

Then the king spoke gravely to Sir Gawain.

"Sir Gawain, you are indeed not fit for such a vision, but you
should not doubt that others have seen it. I was right, my
knights, when I said that most of you would follow a wandering
fire. How many of those who left me have not returned, and never

The knights looked at the empty chairs. The king went on:

"Sir Galahad was the only one who completely saw the vision. He
was indeed blessed, and fit for such a quest. You who were unfit
should have stayed with me to help govern this land."

The knights were silent and sad; then the king said:

"My dear knights whom I love, always remember this: whether you
seek for a vision, or do humble service as Sir Perceval will for
his fellow-monks, or fight to right wrongs as Sir Lancelot does,
whatever you do your aim must be to make yourself useful to the
world by the work for which you are best fitted."

The king rose from the Round Table and left the company, Sir
Lancelot following him. Then the other knights departed, one by
one, and the great hall was left empty, with its shields
glimmering in the moonlight.

[Illustration: The Knight with the Sword]

[Illustration] THE DEATH OF ARTHUR

King Arthur's Round Table had lasted many years, and the knights
had done much to help the people of the country; yet there were
traitors to the king among his own subjects. One of these
traitors made war in a distant part of the kingdom, and Arthur
went with most of his knights to punish him. His nephew, Sir
Modred, the brother of Sir Gawain and Sir Gareth, ruled in his
stead at Camelot.

Now Sir Modred was a wicked knight. He hated the king and the
queen, and Sir Lancelot. Since King Arthur was absent a long
time, Sir Modred had the opportunity of doing much harm. He let
evil go unpunished; he allowed bad customs to come into the
country; and at last he raised a rebellion against the good

When Arthur returned to Camelot to quell this rebellion, he had
lost many of his faithful knights. Sir Hector was dead, and Sir
Ulfius and Sir Brastias; Sir Kay was dead, and Sir Bors, and Sir
Gawain. Sir Lancelot was far away. Sir Bedivere alone remained of
those who had been with Arthur since he had first ruled in Wales
and Britain.

The king and Sir Bedivere, with the help of such knights as still
were faithful, tried to put down those rebels. They drove the
traitors back until they came at length to Lyonnesse by the sea.
Here the last great battle took place.

The night before the battle, Sir Bedivere heard the king praying.
Then Arthur slept, and when he awakened he called to his friend:

"Sir Bedivere," he said, "I have had a dream. I thought that Sir
Gawain came to me and told me that to-morrow I shall die."

"My lord, it is but a dream," answered Sir Bedivere. "You are
great; you have done much good which will last forever, and you
will live many years yet to perform many gracious acts. The day
will soon dawn, and you will win the battle."

Arthur shook his head.

"This is not like my other battles. I have no heart for it. It is
hard to slay my own people, even if they are traitors."

Day came, but no sun. A cold white mist lay over land and sea. It
chilled the knights to the bone. And when the battle began, the
mist was so thick that no one could see with whom he was
fighting. Friends slew each other, not knowing whom they killed.
Some could not fight at all, for it seemed to them that those
moving on the battle-field were ghosts of warriors long since
slain. There was many a noble deed and many a base one done in
that mist.

The fighting went on with clashing of lances and shields
throughout the afternoon, and then the sounds grew fainter, till
there was silence. At last, towards sunset, a wind from the west
blew the mist away. Then Arthur, with Sir Bedivere by his side,
looked over the field of battle. He saw but one man standing;
all the rest were dead on the seashore. And the tide had risen,
and was swaying the helpless hands, and tumbling up and down the
hollow helmets and the broken spears that once had fought with
Rome. The king's face was white, and his voice was low as he said
to Sir Bedivere:

"There lie my slain, who have died for me. I am king only of the

"Nay, lord," said Sir Bedivere. "You are king everywhere still.
Now strike a kingly stroke against the one traitor who still

Sir Bedivere pointed at the one other living man, and the king
saw that it was Sir Modred. Arthur threw down his scabbard and
lifted his good Excalibur. Then he sprang upon the traitor. Sir
Modred struck the king on the helmet, which had been worn thin in
many battles. The stroke cut through the steel, and wounded
Arthur mortally, but he used his ebbing strength for one last
blow with Excalibur, and killed Sir Modred.

The king sank to the ground, but Sir Bedivere lifted him, and
bore him to a ruined chapel near the seashore. When he had laid
him down by the broken cross in the chancel, Arthur said:

"You know well that my Excalibur was given to me by the Lady of
the Lake. I have used it like a king. And now the time has come
to obey the writing on the blade. So take my sword Excalibur, and
throw it far out into the lake."

Sir Bedivere took the sword and went out from the ruined chapel.
He walked amid the graves of ancient knights over which the sea
wind was singing. He passed the barren cliffs and chasms, and
reached the lake at last.

He lifted Excalibur, and as he did so the moon came from behind
the clouds. The light fell on the hilt of the sword, and all the
jewels shone. Sir Bedivere looked until his eyes were dazzled; he
could not throw the beautiful weapon away. So he hid it in the
weeds upon the shore of the lake, and returned to the king.

"What did you see or hear?" asked Arthur.

Sir Bedivere replied:

"I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, and the wild water
lapping on the crags."

King Arthur, faint and pale, said:

"You have betrayed me. You have acted a lie. Had you thrown the
sword, something would have happened, some sign would have been
given. Go back now, and throw it into the lake."

Sir Bedivere went back and again picked up Excalibur. As he
looked at it he said aloud:

"Surely it is not right to throw away such a precious thing. It
would please the eyes of people forever. I know it is wrong to
disobey the king. Yet he is sick; perhaps he does not know what
he is doing. If I keep Excalibur and store it in a great
treasure-house, people will look at it throughout all the coming
years, and feel great reverence for the king who fought with it."

So again Sir Bedivere hid the sword and returned to the king, who

"What have you seen or heard?"

And Sir Bedivere replied:

"I heard the water lapping on the crag, and the long ripple
washing in the reeds."

Then the king was very angry.

"Ah, unkind!" he cried. "You, too, are a traitor. Because I am
dying, I have no authority. You refuse to obey me, you who are
the last of my knights! Yet it is possible for a man to fail in
his duty twice, and succeed the third time. Go now, and throw

Sir Bedivere ran quickly and seized the sword, shutting his eyes
that he might not see its beauty. He whirled it round his head
and threw it far out over the lake. It flashed in the moonlight
and fell. But before it reached the surface of the water, an arm,
clothed in pure white, rose and caught it, brandished it three
times, and then drew it under the water.

When Sir Bedivere went back to Arthur, the king knew that he had
been obeyed.

"I am dying," he said. "Lift me on your back and carry me to the

Then Sir Bedivere carried the helpless king, walking quickly
through the place of tombs, and over the crags, and past the
chasms, till he came to the smooth shining lake. There beside the
bank was a barge, all black. The deck was covered with stately
figures of people clad in mourning. Among them were three fair
queens with crowns of gold--the three queens who were to help
Arthur at his need.

They had come to take him away, Sir Bedivere did not know where.
When they saw the wounded king, they gave a cry of grief that
seemed to rise to the stars. Then they lifted him into the barge.
The tallest put his head on her knees, and took off his broken
helmet. She called him by name, weeping bitterly.

Poor Sir Bedivere cried:

"Oh, my Lord Arthur, you are leaving me. Where shall I go? The
great Round Table is broken up forever. What shall I do?"

Then Arthur answered:

"Old customs pass and new ones come. God makes his world better
in many ways. The Round Table did its work and now has disappeared;
but something else will surely come to advance the cause of
truth and justice. Pray for me and for yourself. More things are
done by prayer than this world dreams of. And now, farewell! You
shall never see me again, my Bedivere. My work is done; yours,
too, is nearly over. Farewell!"

Then the barge moved slowly away, while those on board lamented.
Sir Bedivere watched it till it disappeared amid the shadows over
the lake. Then he rose slowly and wandered back to Lyonnesse.

After a time he went to Camelot. There was a new king there, who
was good, and new customs, also good. But Sir Bedivere was too
old to change his way of life. He spent the rest of his days in
Camelot, but he lived only in the past, dreaming of the time when
King Arthur and his knights of the Round Table ruled in the land.

[Illustration: The Shield and the Sword]

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