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´╗┐Title: In the Court of King Arthur
Author: Lowe, Samuel E. (Samuel Edward), 1890-1952
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by Samuel E. Lowe



I.      Allan Finds A Champion

II.     Allan Goes Forth

III.    A Combat

IV.     Allan Meets The Knights

V.      Merlin's Message

VI.     Yosalinde

VII.    The Tournament

VIII.   Sir Tristram's Prowess

IX.     The Kitchen Boy

X.      Pentecost

XI.     Allan Meets A Stranger

XII.    The Stranger And Sir Launcelot

XIII.   The Party Divides

XIV.    King Mark's Foul Plan

XV.     The Weasel's Nest

XVI.    To The Rescue

XVII.   In King Mark's Castle

XVIII.  The Kitchen Boy Again

XIX.    On Adventure's Way

XX.     Gareth Battles Sir Brian

XXI.    Knight Of The Red Lawns

XXII.   Sir Galahad

XXIII.  The Beginning Of The Quest

XXIV.   In Normandy

XXV.    Sir Galahad Offers Help

XXVI.   Lady Jeanne's Story

XXVII.  Sir Launcelot Arrives

XXVIII. A Rescue

XXIX.   Facing The East

XXX.    Homeward

XXXI.   The Beggar And The Grail


King Arthur, who held sway in Camelot with his Knights of the Round
Table, was supposedly a king of Britain hundreds of years ago. Most of
the stories about him are probably not historically true, but there
was perhaps a real king named Arthur, or with a name very much like
Arthur, who ruled somewhere in the island of Britain about the sixth

Among the romantic spires and towers of Camelot, King Arthur held
court with his queen, Guinevere. According to tradition, he received
mortal wounds in battling with the invading Saxons, and was carried
magically to fairyland to be brought back to health and life.
Excalibur was the name of King Arthur's sword--in fact, it was the
name of two of his swords. One of these tremendous weapons Arthur
pulled from the stone in which it was imbedded, after all other
knights had failed. This showed that Arthur was the proper king. The
other Excalibur was given to Arthur by the Lady of the Lake--she
reached her hand above the water, as told in the story, and gave the
sword to the king. When Arthur was dying, he sent one of his Knights
of the Round Table, Sir Bedivere, to throw the sword back into the
lake from which he had received it.

The Knights of the Round Table were so called because they customarily
sat about a huge marble table, circular in shape. Some say that
thirteen knights could sit around that table; others say that as many
as a hundred and fifty could find places there. There sat Sir Galahad,
who would one day see the Holy Grail. Sir Gawain was there, nephew of
King Arthur. Sir Percivale, too, was to see the Holy Grail. Sir
Lancelot--Lancelot of the Lake, who was raised by that same Lady of
the Lake who gave Arthur his sword--was the most famous of the Knights
of the Round Table. He loved Queen Guinevere.

All the knights were sworn to uphold the laws of chivalry--to go to
the aid of anyone in distress, to protect women and children, to fight
honorably, to be pious and loyal to their king.


Allan Finds A Champion

"I cannot carry your message, Sir Knight."

Quiet-spoken was the lad, though his heart held a moment's fear as,
scowling and menacing, the knight who sat so easily the large horse,
flamed fury at his refusal.

"And why can you not? It is no idle play, boy, to flaunt Sir
Pellimore. Brave knights have found the truth of this at bitter cost."

"Nevertheless, Sir Knight, you must needs find another message bearer.
I am page to Sir Percival and he would deem it no service to him
should I bear a strange knights message."

"Then, by my faith, you shall learn your lesson. Since you are but a
youth it would prove but poor sport to thrust my sword through your
worthless body. Yet shall I find Sir Percival and make him pay for the
boorishness of his page. In the meantime, take you this."

With a sweep the speaker brought the flat side of his sword down. But,
if perchance, he thought that the boy would await the blow he found
surprise for that worthy skillfully evaded the weapon's downward

Now then was Sir Pellimore doubly wroth.

"Od's zounds, and you need a trouncing. And so shall I give it you,
else my dignity would not hold its place." Suiting action to word the
knight reared his horse, prepared to bring the boy to earth.

It might hare gone ill with Allan but for the appearance at the turn
of the road of another figure--also on horseback. The new knight
perceiving trouble, rode forward.

"What do we see here?" he questioned. "Sir Knight, whose name I do not
know, it seems to me that you are in poor business to quarrel with so
youthful a foe. What say you?"

"As to with whom I quarrel is no concern of anyone but myself. I can,
however, to suit the purpose, change my foe. Such trouncing as I wish
to give this lad I can easily give to you, Sir Knight, and you wish

"You can do no more than try. It may not be so easy as your boasting
would seeming indicate. Lad," and the newcomer turned to the boy, "why
does this arrogant knight wish you harm?"

"He would have me carry a message, a challenge to Sir Kay, and that I
cannot do, for even now I bear a message from Sir Percival, whose page
I am but yesterday become. And I must hold true to my own lord and

"True words and well spoken. And so for you, Sir Knight of the
arrogant tongue, I hope your weapon speaks equally well. Prepare you,

Sir Pellimore laughed loudly and disdainfully.

"I call this great fortune which brings me battle with you, sir, who
are unknown but who I hope, none the less, are a true and brave

The next second the two horses crashed together. Sir Pellimore soon
proved his skill. The Unknown, equally at ease, contented himself with
meeting onslaught after onslaught, parrying clever thrusts and wicked
blows. So they battled for many an hour.

Allan, the boy, with eyes glistening, waited to see the outcome of the
brave fight. The Unknown, his champion, perhaps would need his aid
through some dire misfortune and he was prepared.

Now the Unknown changed his method from one of defense to one of
offense. But Sir Pellimore was none the less skillful. The third
charge of his foe he met so skillfully that both horses crashed to the
ground. On foot, the two men then fought--well and long. Until,
through inadvertence, the Unknown's foot slipped and the next moment
found his shield splintered and sword broken.

"Now then, by my guardian saint, you are truly vanquished," Sir
Pellimore exclaimed exultantly. "Say you so?"

But the Unknown had already hurled himself, weaponless, upon the
seeming victor and seizing him about the waist with mighty strength,
hurled him to the ground. And even as the fallen knight, much shaken,
prepared to arise, lo, Merlin the Wizard appeared and cast him into a
deep sleep.

"Sire," the Wizard declared, "do you indeed run many dangers that thy
station should not warrant. And yet, I know not whether we, your loyal
subjects, would have it otherwise."

Now Allan, the boy, realized he was in the presence of the great King.
He threw himself upon his knees.

"Rise lad," said King Arthur kindly. "Sir Percival is indeed fortunate
to have a page, who while so young, yet is so loyal. So shall we see
you again. Kind Merlin," and the King turned to the Wizard, "awaken
you this sleeping knight whose only sin seems an undue amount of
surliness and arrogance, which his bravery and strength more than

Now Sir Pellimore rubbed his eyes. "Where am I?" he muttered drowsily.
Then as realization came, he sprang to his feet.

"Know you then, Sir Pellimore," said Merlin, "he with whom you fought
is none other than Arthur, the King."

The knight stood motionless, dumbfounded. But only for a moment.

"If so, then am I prepared for such punishment as may come. But be it
what it may, I can say this, that none with whom I fought has had more
skill or has shown greater bravery and chivalry. And more than that
none can say."

And the knight bowed low his head, humbly and yet with a touch of

"Thou art a brave knight, Sir Pellimore. And to us it seems, that
aside from a hasty temper, thou couldst well honor us by joining the
Knights of the Round Table. What saith thou?"

"That shall I gladly do. And here and now I pledge my loyalty to none
other than Arthur, King of Britain, and to my fellow knights. And as
for you, boy, I say it now--that my harsh tongue and temper ill became
the true knight I claim to be."

"Brave words, Sir Pellimore," said the King. "So let us back to the
castle. We see that Merlin is already ill at ease."


Allan Goes Forth

So then the four, the good King, Sir Pellimore, Merlin the Wizard, and
Allan, page to Sir Percival, came to the great castle of Britain's

Arthur led them into the great hall in which were placed many small
tables and in the center of them all was one of exceeding size and
round. Here was to be found a place for Sir Pellimore but though the
King searched long, few seats did he find which were not bespoken. Yet
finally he found one which did well for the new arrival.

"Here then shall you find your place at the Round Table, good knight,"
said the King. "And we trust that you will bring renown and honor to
your fellowship, succor to those who are in need and that always will
you show true chivalry. And we doubt not but you will do all of

Sir Pellimore bowed low his head nor did he make reply because within
him surged a great feeling of gratitude.

The King turned away and Merlin followed him to the upraised dais. So
now the two seated themselves and joined in earnest talk.

At the door, Allan had waited, for he would not depart until His
Majesty had seated himself. A strange gladness was in the boy's heart,
for had not his King fought for him? Here in this court, he too would
find adventure. Sir Percival mayhap, some day, would dub him knight,
should he prove faithful and worthy. What greater glory could there be
than to fight for such a King and with such brave men?

"But I must be off," he suddenly bethought himself, "else Sir Percival
will not be pleased." And therewith, he made great haste to depart.

"Aye, sire," Merlin was now speaking, "my dream is indeed weighted
with importance. But by the same taken, it cannot be known until you
call your court together so that it may be heard by all."

"Then mean you, kind Merlin, that we must call not only those of the
Round Table but all other knights and even pages and squires?"

"Even so, sire. And yet, since Whitsunday is but a few days away, that
should be no hard matter. For the knights of your court, except Sir
Launcelot and Sir Gawaine are here, prepared for such tourneys and
feasts fit to celebrate that day."

"So then shall it be. Even now our heralds shall announce that we
crave the attendance of all those who pledge loyalty to our court. For
I know well that they must be of no mean import, these things we shall
hear. We pray only that they shall be for our good fortune."

The Wizard, making no reply, bent low and kissed his King's hand. Then
he departed.

Came now his herald whom the King had summoned.

"See to it that our court assembles this time tomorrow. Make far and
distant outcry so that all who are within ear may hear and so hurry to
our call. And mark you this well. We would hare Sir Launcelot and our
own nephew, Sir Gawaine, present even though they departed this early
morn for Cornwall. See you to it."

Swiftly the herald made for the door to carry out the commands of his
King. But even as he reached it, Arthur called again to him.

"We have a fancy, good herald, we fain would have you follow. Ask then
Sir Percival to let us have the services of his page who seems a
likely youth and bid this youth go hence after the two absent knights,
Sir Gawaine and Sir Launcelot and give to them our message, beseeching
their return. Tell not the boy it is we who have asked that he go."

"It shall be done as you will, sire," replied the herald. No surprise
did he show at the strangeness of the King's command for long had he
been in his service and well he knew the King's strange fancies.

Sir Percival gave ready consent, when found. So when the boy had
returned from the errand forespoken, the herald announced that he must
hasten after the two knights and bid them return.

"And by my faith, lad, you have but little time and you must speed
well. For tomorrow at this time is this conclave called, and the two
knights are already many miles on their journey. Take you this horse
and hasten."

Then, as the eager youth, quick pulsed, made haste to obey, the herald
added in kindly voice: "It would be well could you succeed, lad. For
it is often true that through such missions, newcomers prove future
worthiness for knighthood."

"I thank you greatly for your kindness," replied the boy. "I can but
try to the uttermost. No rest shall I have until I meet with the two

So now Allan sought out and bespoke his own lord.

"I wish you well, Allan," said Sir Percival. "And say you to my
friends Launcelot and Gawaine should they prove reluctant that they
will favor their comrade, Sir Percival, if they would make haste and
hurry their return. Stop not to pick quarrel nor to heed any call,
urgent though it may seem. Prove my true page and worthy."

"I shall do my very best, my lord. And, this my first commission,
shall prove successful even though to make it so, I perish."

Swiftly now rode forth the boyish figure. Well, too, had Arthur
chosen. Came a day when, than Allan, no braver, truer knight there
was. But of that anon.


A Combat

"Good Launcelot, I trust that good fortune shall be with us and that
our adventures be many and the knights we meet bold and brave."

"Of that, Gawaine, we need have no fear. For adventure ever follows
where one seeks and often enough overtakes the seeker. Let us rather
hope that we shall find Sir Tristram and Sir Dinadian, both of
Cornwall. For myself I would joust with Sir Tristram than whom braver
and bolder knight does not live."

"And as for me," spoke Gawaine, "my anxiety is to see Mark, the king
of Cornwall, and tell him to his face that I deem him a scurvy hound
since he promised protection to Beatrice of Banisar as she passed
through his lands and yet broke his promise and so holds her for

"And there shall I help you, dear Gawaine. For bitterly shall Mark rue
his unknightly act. Shall I even wait for my event with Sir Tristram
until your business is done."

"Aye, and gladly will Sir Tristram wait, I wot, if he deems it honor
to meet with Sir Launcelot du Lake. For no knight there is who doth
not know of your prowess and repute, Sir Tristram least of all."

"Kind words, Gawaine, for which I thank you. Yet, if I mistake not,
yonder, adventure seems to wait. And we but a little more than two
score miles from our gates."

Ahead of them and barring their way were ten knights. Launcelot and
Gawaine stopped not a moment their pace but rode boldly forward.

"And wherefor do you, strange Knights, dispute our passage?" asked Sir

"Safely may you both pass unless you be gentlemen of King Arthur's
court," quote the leader who stepped forward to answer.

"And what if we be, Sir Knight?" replied Sir Launcelot mildly.

"And if you be then must you battle to the uttermost. For we owe
loyalty to King Ryence who is enemy of King Arthur. Therefore, are we
his enemies too, and enemies also of all of King Arthur's subjects.
And thus, we flaunt our enmity. We here and now call King Arthur an
upstart and if you be of his court you cannot do aught else but fight
with us."

"Keep you your words," said Sir Gawaine, "until we have ceased our
quarrel. Then if you will you may call Arthur any names. Prepare you."

Boldly Sir Launcelot and Sir Gawaine charged upon the foe. Nor did the
knights who met them know who these two were, else milder were their
tone. Such was the valor of the two and such their strength that four
men were thrown from their horses in that first attack and of these
two were grievously wounded.

Together and well they fought. Easily did they withstand the men of
King Ryence. Four men were slain by their might, through wondrous and
fearful strokes, and four were sorely wounded. There lay the four
against an oaken tree where they had been placed in a moment's lull.
But two knights were left to oppose Launcelot and Gawaine but these
two were gallant men and worthy, the very best of all the ten.

So they fought again each with a single foe. Hard pressed were the two
men of King Ryence, yet stubbornly they would not give way. And as
each side gave blow for blow, so each called "for Arthur" or "for
Ryence," whichever the case might be. Many hours they fought until at
last Sir Launcelot by a powerful blow crashed both foe and foe's horse
to the ground.

And as the other would further combat, though exceedingly weak, Sir
Launcelot, upraised lance in hand by a swift stroke smote sword from
out of his weakened grasp.

"Thou art a brave knight, friend. And having fought so well, I ask no
further penance but this, that you do now declare King Arthur no
upstart. I care not for your enmity but I will abide no slander."

"So must I then declare, since you have proven better man than I,"
declared the conquered knight. "And for your leniency I owe you
thanks. Wherefore then to whom am I grateful? I pray your name?"

"That I shall not tell until I hear your own," replied Launcelot.

"I am known as Ronald de Lile," the other replied in subdued tone.

"Truly and well have I heard of you as a brave knight," was the reply,
"and now I know it to be so. I am Sir Launcelot du Lake."

"Then indeed is honor mine and glory, too. For honor it is to succumb
to Sir Launcelot."

But now both heard the voice of Gawaine. Weak had he grown, but weaker
still his foe. Gawaine had brought the other to earth at last with
swift and mighty blow and such was the force of his stroke the fallen
man could not rise although he made great ado so to do.

"So must I yield," this knight declared. "Now will I admit Arthur no
upstart, but though I die for it I do declare no greater king than
Ryence ever lived."

"By my faith, your words are but such as any knight must hold of his
own sovereign prince. I cannot take offense at brave words, Sir
Knight. Now, give me your name, for you are strong and worthy."

"I am Marvin, brother of him who fought with your comrade. And never
have we met bolder and greater knights."

"I am Gawaine and he who fought your brother is none other than

"Then truly have we met no mean foes," replied the other.

Conquered and conquerers now turned to make the wounded as comfortable
as they well could be. After which, our two knights debated going on
their journey or tarrying where they were until the morn.

"Let us wend our way until we find fit place for food and rest. There
can we tarry." So spoke Launcelot and the other agreed.

Then they took leave of Sir Marvin and Sir Ronald and so on their way.
Not many miles did they go however before they found suitable place.
Late was the hour and weary and much in need of rest were the two
knights. So they slept while, half his journey covered, Allan sped
onward, making fast time because he was but light of weight and his
horse exceeding swift.


Allan Meets the Knights

From the first day when Allan began to understand the tales of
chivalry and knightly deeds, he fancied and longed for the day when he
would grow into manhood and by the same token into knighthood. Then
would he go unto King Arthur on some Pentecost and crave the boon of
serving him. Mayhap, too, he would through brave and worthy deeds
gain seat among those of the Round Table. So he would dream, this
youth with eager eyes, and his father, Sir Gaunt, soon came to know of
his son's fancies and was overly proud and pleased with them. For he
himself had, in his days, been a great and worthy knight, of many
adventures and victor of many an onslaught. It pleased him that son of
his would follow in his footsteps.

When Allan was fourteen, Sir Gaunt proceeded to Sir Percival who was
great friend of his and bespoke for his son the place of page. And so
to please Sir Gaunt and for friendship's sake, Sir Percival gave ready
consent. Therewith, he found the youth pleasing to the eye and of a
great willingness to serve.

So must we return to Allan who is now on his way for many an hour. As
he made his way, he marveled that he should have had notice brought
upon himself, for he was young and diffident and should by every token
have escaped attention in these his first days at court. How would his
heart have grown tumultuous had he known that none other than Arthur
himself had made him choice. But that he was not to know for many a

Night came on and the boy traveled far. Yet gave he no thought to rest
for he knew that he could ill afford to tarry and that only with the
best of fortune could he overtake the two knights in time to make
early return. About him the woods were dark and mysterious. Owls
hooted now and then and other sounds of the night there were, yet was
the boy so filled with urge of his mission that he found not time to
think of ghosts nor black magic.

Then, as he turned the road he saw the dim shadow of a horse. Ghostly
it seemed, until through closer view it proved flesh and blood. Lying
close by was a knight who seemed exceeding weak and sorely wounded.

Quick from his horse came Allan and so made the strange knight be of
greater comfort.

Now the knight spoke weakly.

"Grievously have I been dealt with by an outlaw band. This day was I
to meet my two brothers Sir Ronald and Sir Marvin yet cannot proceed
for very weakness. Which way do you go, lad?"

"I keep on my way to Cornwall," replied Allan.

"From yonder do my brothers journey and should you meet with them bid
them hasten here so that together we can go forth to find this outlaw
band and it chastise."

"That shall I do. Sir Knight. It grieves me that I may not stay and
give you such aid as I may but so must I hasten that I cannot. Yet
shall I stop at first abode and commission them to hurry here to you."

"For that I thank you, lad. And should time ever come when you my aid
require, know then to call on Philip of Gile."

So Allan pressed forward. At early dawn he came upon Sir Ronald and
Sir Marvin who had found rest along the wayside. And when he found
that these were the two knights he gave them their brother's message.

"Then must we hasten thence, Ronald. And thank you, lad, for bringing
us this message. Choose you and you can rest awhile and partake of
such food that we have."

"Of food I will have, Sir Knights, for hunger calls most urgently. But
tarry I cannot for I must find Sir Launcelot and Sir Gawaine. Mayhap
you have met with them?"

"Of a truth can we say that we have met with them and suffered
thereby. Yet do we hold proof as to their knightly valor and skill.
They have gone but a little way, for it was their purpose to find rest
nearby. We doubt not you will find them at the first fair abode. In
the meantime must we hasten to our brother's aid and leave our wounded
comrades to such care as they may get."

The knights spoke truly, for Allan found upon inquiry that the two he
sought were lodged close by. Boldly the boy called, now for Sir
Launcelot, now for Sir Gawaine, but both were overtired and of a great
weariness and it took many minutes before at last Sir Launcelot opened
wide his eyes.

"And who are you, boy?" for he knew him not.

"My name is Allan and I am page to Sir Percival."

"Come you with a message from Sir Percival? Does he need our help?"

"Nay, sir. Rather do I come with a message from the court--the herald
of which sent me urging you and Sir Gawaine to return before sundown
for a great conclave is to gather which the King himself has called."

"Awaken then, thou sleepy knight," Sir Launcelot called to his comrade
who had not stirred. "It were pity that all this must be told to you

Sir Gawaine now arose rubbing eyes still filled with sleep. To him
Allan repeated his message.

"What say you, Gawaine? Shall we return?"

"As for me," replied Sir Gawaine, "I would say no. What matter if we
are or are not present. Already we are late for our present journey's
purpose. So say I, let us not return but rather ask this youth to
bespeak for us the king's clemency."

"And I, too, am of the same mind, Gawaine. So lad," Sir Launcelot
turned to the boy and spoke kindly, "return you to court and give them
our message. This errand on which we are at present bound holds urgent
need, else would we return at our King's behest."

Rueful and with a great gloom Allan saw his errand fail.

"Kind sirs, Sir Percival bid me bespeak for him as well, and ask you,
as true comrades, to make certain to return. Furthermore, my knights,
this, my first mission would be unfortunate if it did not terminate
successfully. So I pray you that you return."

Loud and long Sir Launcelot laughed and yet not unkindly while Sir
Gawaine placed hand upon the boy's shoulder approvingly.

"By my faith, Launcelot, we can do no more than return. That Percival
speaks counts for much, but this youth's honor is also at stake." The
light of laughter played in the speaker's eyes.

"Yes," said Sir Launcelot, "let us return. It would be pity to send
this lad back after his long journey, without success. So then to our
horses and let us make haste. The hours are few and the miles many."


Merlin's Message

Now as the sun, a flaming golden ball about which played the wondrous
softer colors of filmy clouds, began sinking in the western horizon,
the heralds announced everywhere that the time for assemblage had
come. Of those few who were not present, chiefest were Sir Launcelot
and Sir Gawaine. And for these two the herald of King Arthur was
searching the road in vain.

"Think you, Sir Percival, these two will come?" the herald, anxious of
tone, inquired. "Our King would have them present and I fancy not the
making of excuse for their not appearing."

"It is hard telling, Sir Herald. Far had the page to go and he is
young. Then too, it is a question whether should he meet with them,
these two have a mind to appear. For I know that their journey to
Cornwall is urgent."

Now the knights entered and found place. Then followed the pages,
squires and after them such yeoman and varlets as could find room.
After each had found his place, came King Arthur leading his queen.
And as they entered, up rose the knights, their vassals, all that were
within the hall and raised a mighty shout.

"St. George and Merrie England. Long live King Arthur. Long live Queen

Then turned the King toward his loyal subjects and though his lips
were seen to move, none heard him for the clamor. So King Arthur
turned to seat his queen and then he himself sat down upon his throne,
high on the dais.

Then soon after even as bell tolled the hour, Arthur arose. No sign
had yet come of Launcelot and Gawaine. So now the herald slipped to
the door to cast again a hurried glance for perchance that they might
be within vision. And as he went noiselessly, so, too, a quiet fell
that the King's words might be heard. But now disturbing this quiet
came a great clattering. Arthur turned his eyes, frowning, at the
sudden noise. Yet came a greater turmoil, approaching horse's hoofs
were heard and then into the great hall thundered the steeds carrying
the noble figures of Launcelot and Gawaine, followed but a pace behind
by Allan the page.

Straight to the dais they came, the two knights. Allan, however,
turned, made hasty exit because he felt himself abashed to be observed
by so many eyes. On foot he entered once again and found place far in
the rear where few could observe him.

The two knights now dismounted and knelt before their King.

"We pray your pardon for the lateness of our coming. Yet did we
hasten and could not have come the sooner."

"That we feel is so, Sir Knights, for we know you well enough. Nor are
we wroth, since come you did. But where, pray, is the message bearer?
Truly his speed was great to have reached you in time for your return.
And if I mistake not," added the King with great shrewdness, "neither
you, Gawaine, nor you Launcelot, were any too ready to return. How
then, did the lad urge you?"

"You speak truly, sire," replied Gawaine. "For our errand had need of
urgent haste and we were both to give it up. Yet did the boy urge us
and chiefest urge of all to us was where he claimed his own honor
demanded the success of his mission. Those were fine words, so did we
therefore return."

"Fine words, indeed. Where then is this page? Will you, Sir Herald,
bring him forth?"

So Allan came forward, red of face and hating such womanness that
would let him blush before all these great men. Knelt he before his

"Thou art a good lad and will bear watching. Go thy way and remember
that the road ahead for those who wish to be knights of high nobility
is steep and arduous but well worth the trials. Remember too, that
this day, Britain's King, said that some day thou wilt prove a worthy
and brave knight."

And as Allan with flaming cheeks and glorious pride went to his place
far in the rear of the hall the King turned to the assemblage.

"Merlin is here but departs from us tomorrow for many a day. He has
had a great dream which affects this court and us and which must be
told to all of you. So he has asked us to call you and this we have
done. Stand up now Merlin, wisest of men and truest of counselors.

Up rose Merlin and for wonder as to what his dream might be all held
their breath.

"But the other night came Joseph of Armathea to me while I slept. And
he chided me that in all Britain so few of all the true and brave
knights had thought to seek the wondrous Holy Grail which once was
pride of all England.

"And me thought I heard him say, 'Truly do I misdoubt the valor of
these knights who seek adventure and glory.'

"'Yet.' said I, 'doubt not their valor for can I give surety for it.
For Holy Grail, every varlet, let alone those of true blood, would
give his life and count it more than worthy.'

"'So shall it be!' replied Sir Joseph. 'For the Holy Grail will be
found. Whether knight or varlet shall the finder be, I will not say.
But this I tell you now. He who finds it shall be pure of heart and
noble beyond all men. From whence he cometh, who he is, I will not
say. Remember this, Merlin, brave and noble knights there are now in
England, brave knights shall come, and some shall come as strangely as
shall the Grail. Many deeds will be done that will bring truest of
glory to England's name. And never again shall more noble or more
worthy knights hold Britain's banner so high. For they who seek the
Holy Grail must be worthy even of the search.'

"'Let your King beware that he listens well to all who come to his
court on every Pentecost. And though they who search may not be
overstrong, yet while they seek it they will find in themselves many
men's strength.'

"And then he left me. But even after he was gone I dreamt on. And I
say to you, oh men of England, go you forth and seek this Holy Grail,
if within you, you know that you are pure of heart and noble. If you
are not, go then and seek to be purified for that is possible. Only
one of you will find the Holy Grail, yet is there great glory in the
search. May he who finds it and all the rest who search for it bring
greater fame and worthiness to this our land and to him who is our

Now Merlin turned to seat himself. But yet before he found his place
every man within the hall stood up prepared to make oath then and
there to begin the search. Only two kept still, nor did they move. One
was Sir Launcelot, the other the youth Allan.

But quick as they who upstood, Merlin spoke again. And though his
voice was low, yet was it heard throughout the hall.

"Pledge not yourself today, nor yet tomorrow. Go you hence, first. In
your innermost heart find answer to this question. Am I pure, am I
worthy for the search? For that you must be before any pledge

Silent and thoughtful the men found each his seat. And when all had
been seated, Arthur, King, arose.

"Wouldst that I felt myself worthy. Yet from this day shall I strive
to the uttermost for the time when I shall feel that I am."

And throughout the hall came answering vows: "So shall we all." Within
his heart, Allan, the youth, felt a strange radiancy, as he too made
this vow, "So shall I."



Now came Pentecost and brought with it to King Arthur's Tournament
brave knights from everywhere. Distant Normandy, the far shores of
Ireland, sent each the flower of its knighthood. Scotland's king was
there, the brave Cadoris, to answer the challenge of the King of
Northgalis who was also present. Ban, King of Northumberland, had
come. Sir Palomides came too, and it was he who was declared, by many
to be the bravest and the most skillful of all of Britain's knights.
Yet there were equal number and more who held the same for both Sir
Launcelot and for Sir Tristram. Sir Lauvecor, leading a hundred
knights, came late, with the blessing of his father, who was none
other than King of Ireland.

A brave show they all made, these many knights seeking adventure, and
each, as he so easily bestrode his steed, found it hard matter to find
comrade and friend, for the many who were there. Gay were the colors
each knight wore and on some fortune had smiled, for these carried
token of some fair lady. Of fair ladies there were many to watch the
deeds of skill and bravery and most beautiful of them all, was
Arthur's queen, Guenever.

Sir Launcelot and Sir Gawaine had found no need to journey to
Cornwall. For word had come that Sir Tristram had had a bitter quarrel
with King Mark and had left his court carrying that wicked King's
curse. Tristram had made final demand on the traitorous King to
release the maiden Beatrice whom he was holding for ransom and this
the King had had no mind to do. Then had the bold knight himself made
for the door of the great dungeon and with hilt of sword knocked long
and loud to summon the keeper. And when the door was opened this same
keeper could not withstay him, nor would he. Then had Tristram carried
the maiden to point of safety and so earned her gratitude. Nor would
any knight of King Mark take issue with him for none felt the King's
deed to be knightly. And though the King made pretense of bearing no
ill will, yet did Sir Tristram leave Cornwall that same day.

And Sir Gawaine knew not whether to be pleased or otherwise at the

"I would have fancied making rescue of the Lady Beatrice myself. And
fancied even more to have told King Mark the scurvy knave I deem him;
yet I doubt not Sir Tristram did the deed well and since it leaves me
free to stay and have part in the jousting, I am not displeased."

"And methinks," added Sir Launcelot, "Sir Tristram will make his way
hither, for tournament such as this holds all alluring call."

King Arthur, together with Ban of Northumberland, and Sir Percival
were declared the judges for all but the last of the three days.

Now then Sir Percival, finding a moment's brief respite, followed by
his page rode to the palace where sat his mother and two sisters.
There he found Sir Uwaine already in deep converse with Helene, who
was the older of the two maidens and whose knight he was.

"See you, son, there do be knights who find time to pay respect to us,
even though our own are slower footed." So spoke the Lady Olande yet
did it jestingly and with no intent to hurt for she had great love for
her son.

"And I doubt not, Uwaine does make up for any seeming lack of mine,"
replied Sir Percival. "If, mother mine, I were not made a judge, my
time would be more my own.

"But here, I must have lost what manners I have been taught. Mother,
this is Allan who is my page, and these, Allan, are my sisters Helene
and Yosalinde. Allan is son of Sir Gaunt, whom you all know. Forgive
my not making you known before this, lad."

Pleasantly did the ladies greet him and so well that he found no
embarrassment therewith. And so now Sir Percival turned and spoke in
low tones to his mother. Sir Uwaine and his lady walked away, claiming
that they must give greeting to certain high ladies. And therewith
left Allan, the boy, and Yosalinde, who was even younger than he, to

Allan strove to speak but found he could not and so sat on horse
waiting. The girl calmly watched him from her place, yet was there
mischief in her eyes.

"If you would, you may dismount from your horse and find place hither.
There is room, as you see," she suggested.

The lad looked uncertain. Yet Sir Percival had already found place
next to his mother and was now in earnest converse. So he found he
could not do otherwise.

Now Yosalinde laughed at what showed so plainly his unwillingness to
sit beside her.

"I shall not bite you. See how harmless I am? No witch, I hope, you
think I am. For shame that youth, who would be brave knight, should
fear a lady and in especial one so young as I."

"I fear you not," replied Allan hotly.

"Then perhaps you dislike me?" the minx questioned innocently.

"Certes, no. How could I?" the guileless youth replied.

"Then you do like me? Although I doubt I find any pride in that since
I must need force the words from you."

At a loss now the lad could not answer. For the girl had better of him
because of her quick tongue and he found she twisted his words and
meaning to suit her taste. Yet finally, she turned the talk and so
Allan found himself telling her of his high hopes. So simply too,
without boasting, he told her of the fine words of Arthur to him. And
last, because it had made its deep impress upon him, he spoke of
Merlin's dream. And of this Yosalinde, now serious and wide eyed,
questioned him closely, and soon knew all that he did.

So now Percival uprose and made ready to return to his duties. So
therefore, too, did Allan, and found he now felt more at ease and
without constraint of the girl.

"I _like_ you, Allan, and I say it though I should make it harder
for you to know, than it was for me. I give you my friendship and if
it help you, take this ring and wear it. May it serve you in time of
stress. And at all times consider it token of your lady."

And then once again the laughing, teasing minx, she, added:

"Yet, after all, you are but a boy and I am no less a girl. Yet, let
us make-believe, you a bold knight and I your lady. Mayhap it may be
true some day."

So she was gone now to her mother leaving Allan with stirred feelings
and somewhat in a dream, too. For Sir Percival had to call twice to
him before he mounted his own horse. And even as they both made their
way, he turned his head back to see if he could perceive aught of this
strange girl. And thought he saw a waving hand but was not sure.


The Tournament

On the first of the three days of the tournament there were great
feats of wrestling and trials of archery. So too did yeomen prove
their skill with mace and clubs. Foot races were many. And constant
flow of ale and food so that none among the yeomen and even of the
varlets found aught to want. Many fools there were too and these
pleased all mightily.

But as the day advanced of all the yeomen but a half dozen remained
for the wrestling. And for each of these but one, there was high
acclaim from those other yeomen who were there and from such knights
as owed fealty to selfsame banner. And of the archers too, but very
few remained for last tests of skill.

For the one yeoman, who wore green tunic and red cap, there was none
to cheer. A stranger, he kept silent and yet was equally skillful with
the best. He had entered himself for the archery prize and for the

"Dost know this knave?" asked King Arthur of Sir Percival.

"Only that he belongs not to any of us of the Round Table," replied

"Is he forsooth one of your men, worthy Ban?"

"I would he were, Arthur, yet is he not."

Now Sir Percival rode forward and divided these last six wrestlers
into teams. Yet did this man prove victor for he had a wondrous hold
which none of the others knew. And when he had won, so turned he to
watch and join in the archery. And as he watched came there knaves to
him and mocked him.

"Faith though you wrestle well," one spoke, "it doth not make you an
archer. For here you find true archery than which none can do better."

"And I carry a club I would fain try on your thick skull," said
another who was even less gentle spoken.

"Of a good time, my friend, and you may," replied the lone knave.

"No such time befits the same as now," replied the first knave.

"If they will wait for my trial with bow and arrow I would be the last
to keep you waiting." So spoke the stranger.

So then one of the knaves hurried away and received permission.

"Then furnish me a club," said the stranger.

"Here then is mine," offered the third knave.

Yet, forsooth, the club was but a sorry one and so the unknown would
not use it.

"Then show you a coward's heart," replied he who would strive with
him. And then the three rushed upon the stranger and would do him

So now came bearing down on the three none other than Allan who had
overheard the parley.

"For shame, knaves. No true men would treat stranger so. He asks
nothing more than is fair. Give him a club of his choosing."

"Of a faith, young master, this quarrel is none of yours, and warrants
no interference. Leave this fellow to us, and we shall give him
clubbing of his choosing." And the man who addressed the boy, though
he looked not straight at him, growled surlily.

"I shall give you a thrashing, fool, unless you do my bidding,"
replied the boy, hotly.

But the three surly brutes moved uneasily. And then came Sir Percival

"What have we here?" he asked.

So Allan waited for the men to say. But they, now frightened, made no
spoken word.

"These knaves would play foul tricks on this strange fellow. This one,
would strive with him and yet would not offer other club than this.
And when the stranger asked to have one of his choice they called him
coward and would beat him."

"And I doubt not, fools, this club you offer will not stand one blow."
So Sir Percival brought it down on the first knave's head, and, lo,
though the blow was not a hard one, yet did the club break in two.

"So methought. Now go you Allan and get club that will do. And then
will you, stranger, give this villain a sound trouncing." And Sir
Percival stayed so that the troublemakers did not depart.

So Allan brought a club which suited the stranger.

Now did the two battle long and well. Both the stranger and he who
fought with him were of great strength and each was exceeding quick.

As wood struck wood and each tried to get full blow upon the other, so
turned all eyes upon the two. And except for glancing blows neither
could bring the other down. And though the sparks flew, yet each held
his club and was hardly hurt. So now they rested for a few moments.

And while they waited, the stranger turned to Allan and spoke.

"I thank you for your brave upstanding of me, young master. And I hope
some day I may serve you equally well."

"You are a worthy man. Serve me now by trouncing the knave who battles
with you."

"I can but try, yet right skillful is the fellow."

So they turned to again. Yet this time the stranger fought the better.
Soon the other was forced back, foot by foot. And even as the stranger
seemed to have all the best of it, his foot seeming slipped, and he
went to his knees.

Fiercely the other came upon him. Yet as he came closer the stranger's
club moved swiftly. From out the seeming victor's hand flew his mighty
club and next second found him clubbed to the ground, senseless.

Now the stranger sat himself down for he needed rest sorely. But only
for a little while and thereafter he turned to try his skill with bow
and arrow. And though he had shown skill in all of the other feats he
proved his mastery here. For he was wondrous expert in his archery.

"Here you, is fair target," he finally suggested after many trials.
And went to distant tree and removed from bough upon it, all its
leaves but one.

"Shoot you all at this. And if you bring it down I will call you

But only one would try for it. And he came close but missed.

Now did the stranger raise his own bow. Nor did he seem to take aim
but let the arrow fly. And the arrow carried the twig and leaf with it
to the ground.

"Of a truth," said King Arthur, "a right worthy knave is that and I
would speak to him."

So they brought the stranger before the king.

"Thou hast done exceeding well, this day, fellow. Tell us then the
banner that you serve."

"That I cannot do. For, sire, such are my master's commands. Yet may
I say no knight is more true and worthy."

"Then must we wait for your master's coming. Go thou hence and tell
your master he can be proud of thee. And take you this bag of gold
besides such other prizes as are yours." So as the knave stood there,
the King turned to Sir Dagonet, his jester, who was making himself

"A fool speaks, sire. Yet claim I, like master like man. So then must
this fellow's master be right skillful to hold him. And since this
master is not you, nor Sir Launcelot, then I pick him to be Sir

"Fool's reasoning, yet hath it much sense," said the King.

Now the stranger left. But ere departing, he turned to Allan.

"I trust, young master, I shall see you again. As to who I am, know
you for your own keeping--fools ofttimes reason best of all."

The yeoman rode far into the forest. Then when he came to a lone
habitation he dismounted. A knight seated near the small window at the
further wall greeted him as he entered.

"How did the day turn out? No doubt they trounced you well."

"No, master, no trouncing did I get. Instead, the good King spoke
pleasantly unto me, gave me this bag of gold, and commended me to my
master. Furthermore, see you these prizes that are mine?"

"Aye," the yeoman continued, not a bit grieved at the knight's banter,
"I even heard the King's fool remark that since the man was so good,
the master need must be. And then and there he hazarded a shrewd guess
that if this master were not the King, nor Sir Launcelot, then it must
need be you."

"Then truly am I in good company. Now then tell me what news is there
of tomorrow?"

"The King of Northgalis desires your aid. That I heard him say. Sir
Launcelot is to joust for Cadoris as is Sir Palomides, and these two,
of a truth, make it one-sided."

"Worthy Gouvernail, prove again my faith in you. Procure for me a
shield, one that holds no insignia, so that I may enter the lists
unbeknownst to any. I would not have them know I am Tristram, so that
it may be my good fortune to joust with many knights who know me not."

"That, good master, is not hard. I know a place where I can obtain a
black shield, one that holds no other remembrance upon it. It should
serve your purpose well."

"By my faith, did ever better knave serve master? Right proud of you
am I, Gouvernail. And would that I too had bags of gold I could give
you for your loyal service."

"Nay, master, such service as I give I measure not by aught that you
can pay."

"That do I know full well, else had you left me long since, for little
have I paid," Sir Tristram answered, soft spoken and with great


Sir Tristram's Prowess

So the next day Sir Tristram, carrying the black shield, went forth to
enter the lists. And none knew him. The great conflict had already
begun when he arrived. He found himself a place among those knights
who jousted for Northgalis. And very soon all perceived that this
knight with the black shield was skillful and strong. Well and lustily
did he battle and none could withstand him. Yet did he not meet with
Sir Launcelot nor with Sir Palomides, on this first day. Nor did any
know him, but all marveled at his worth and bravery.

So, as the day was done, this Unknown and his servant, Gouvernail,
rode back into the forest. And none followed him for he was a brave
knight and all respected him and his desire to stay unknown. Yet did
the judges declare the side of Northgalis victor and as for single
knight, the most worthy was the Unknown. And he was called "the Knight
of the Black Shield."

Now as the judges' duties were done, King Arthur showed how wroth he
was that strange knight had carried off such great honors.

"Yet do we hope tomorrow shall show other reckoning than this. For
good Launcelot shall be there and so shall we."

On the morn the heralds called forth the brave knights once again. And
with the call came the "Knight of the Black Shield."

Sir Palomides was await for him, eager and alert, to be the first to
joust. And so they, like great hounds, went at each other. And truly,
Sir Tristram found his foe a worthy one. Long did they joust without
either besting the other until he of the black shield by great skill
and fine force brought down a mighty blow and did smite Sir Palomides
over his horse's croup. But now as the knight fell King Arthur was
there and he rode straight at the unknown knight shouting, "Make thee
ready for me!" Then the brave sovereign, with eager heart, rode
straight at him and as he came, his horse reared high. And such was
the King's strength he unhorsed Sir Tristram.

Now, while the latter was on foot, rode full tilt upon him, Sir
Palomides, and would have borne him down but that Sir Tristram was
aware of his coming, and so lightly stepping aside, he grasped the arm
of the rider and pulled him from his horse. The two dashed against
each other on foot and with their swords battled so well that kings
and queens and knights and their ladies stood and beheld them. But
finally the Unknown smote his foe three mighty blows so that he fell
upon the earth groveling. Then did they all truly wonder at his skill
for Sir Palomides was thought by many to be the most skillful knight
in Britain.

A knight now brought horse for Sir Tristram, for now, all knew that it
must be he. So too was horse brought for Sir Palomides. Great was the
latter's ire and he came at Sir Tristram again. Full force, he bore
his lance at the other. And so anew they fought. Yet Sir Tristram was
the better of the two and soon with great strength he got Sir
Palomides by the neck with both hands and so pulled him clean out of
his saddle. Then in the presence of them all, and well they marveled
at his deed, he rode ten paces carrying the other in this manner and
let him fall as he might.

Sir Tristram turned now again and saw King Arthur with naked sword
ready for him. The former halted not, but rode straight at the King
with his lance. But as he came, the King by wondrous blow sent his
weapon flying and for a moment Sir Tristram was stunned. And as he sat
there upon his horse the King rained blows upon him and yet did the
latter draw forth his sword and assail the King so hard that he need
must give ground. Then were these two divided by the great throng. But
Sir Tristram, lion hearted, rode here and there and battled with all
who would. And of the knights who opposed him he was victor of eleven.
And all present marveled at him, at his strength and at his great

Yet had he not met Sir Launcelot, who elsewhere was meeting with all
who would strive with him. Not many, however, would joust with him for
he was known as the very bravest and most skillful. So as he sat there
all at ease, there came the great acclaim for the Knight of the Black
Shield. Nor did Sir Launcelot know him to be Sir Tristram. But he got
his great lance and rushed toward the cry. When he saw this strange
knight he called to him, "Knight of the Black Shield, prepare for me."

And then came such jousting as had never been seen. For each knight
bowed low his head and came at the other like the wind. When they met
it was very like thunder. Flashed lance on shields and armor so that
sparks flew. And each would not give to the other one step but by
great skill with shield did avoid the best of each other's blows.

Then did Sir Tristram's lance break in two, and Sir Launcelot, through
further ill fortune, wounded Sir Tristram in his left side. But
notwithstanding, the wounded knight brought forth his sword and rushed
daringly at the other with a force that Sir Launcelot could not
withstand, and gave him a fearful blow. Low in his saddle sagged Sir
Launcelot, exceeding weak for many moments. Now Sir Tristram left him
so and rode into the forest. And after him followed Gouvernail, his

Sore wounded was Sir Tristram yet made he light of it. Sir Launcelot
on his part recovered soon and turned back to the tourney, and
thereafter did wondrous deeds and stood off many knights, together and

Now again was the day done and the tournament, too. And to Sir
Launcelot was given full honor as victor of the field. But naught
would Sir Launcelot have of this. He rode forthwith to his King.

"Sire, it is not I but this knight with the Black Shield who has shown
most marvelous skill of all. And so I will not have these prizes for
they do not belong to me."

"Well spoken, Sir Launcelot and like thy true self," replied the King.
"So since this knight is gone, will you go forth with us within the
fortnight in search for him. And unless we are in great error we shall
find this Knight of the Black Shield no more, no less, than Sir


The Kitchen Boy

Among all those who came to the court of King Arthur at this Pentecost
seeking hospitality, were two strangers in especial, who because of
being meanly garbed and of a seeming awkwardness brought forth the
mockery and jest of Sir Kay the Seneschal. Nor did Sir Kay mean harm
thereby, for he was knight who held no villainy. Yet was his tongue
overly sharp and too oft disposed to sting and mock.

Too, the manner of their coming was strange. One was a youth of
handsome mien. Despite his ill garb, he seemed of right good worship.
Him, our young page Allan found fallen in a swoon, very weak and near
unto death, asprawl on the green about a mile from the castle.
Thinking that the man was but a villain, he would fain have called one
of the men-at-arms to give him aid, but that something drew him to
closer view. And then the boy felt certain that this was no villain
born for his face bespoke gentle breeding. So he himself hastened for
water and by much use of it the man soon opened his eyes and found
himself. So he studied the lad as he helped him to greater ease but
either through his great weakness or no desire he did not speak.

"Stranger," said Allan to the man, "if there is aught that I can do
for you or if I can help you in any way I give you offer of service.
Mayhap of the many knights who are here, there is one whose aid you
may justly claim."

The stranger held answer for many moments, then he spoke.

"There are those here, lad, whose service I may well accept for they
hold ties of blood to me. But I would not. Rather, if your patience
will bear with me, I would fain have your help so that I can appear in
the presence of the King this day. For so it is ordained and by
appearing there I shall find some part of my row accomplished. On this
holy day, I have boon to ask from your King."

"So shall I and right gladly lead you there. Good sir, my name is
Allan. I am page to Sir Percival, and I would bespeak your name."

"I beg of thee, Allan, think not that I am churlish and yet must I
withhold my name. For it is part of the vow I have made. Nor,
forsooth, am I therefore the less grateful."

"No offense take I, friend. So when you feel disposed I shall guide
your steps for audience with our good King."

The stranger, weak and spent, leaning mightily on his young friend
made his way to the great hall. And as we have recounted, though all
were struck by oddness and meanness of the stranger's clothes, yet
only Sir Kay made point to taunt him. Yet did he make no answer to
these taunts but waited with a great meekness for his turn before the
King. And that he should wait with such meekness was strange for he
seemed to be a high born knight.

There were many who sought audience with the King and it was long
before the stranger's turn came. Weak he still was, but he made no
complaint, and when others would crowd before him so that they could
speak the sooner to King Arthur, he did not chide them but permitted
it. At last Sir Launcelot came forward, for he had observed this and
made each of them find the place which was first theirs, so that the
stranger's turn came as it should. Weak though he was he walked with a
great firmness to the dais, and none there saw his poor clothes for
the fineness of him. The King turned to him and he nodded kindly.

"Speak, friend. In what way can we be of service to thee?"

"Sire," said the stranger, "I come to ask of thee three boons. One I
ask this day and on this day one year I shall come before you and
crave your favor for the other two."

"If the boon you ask, stranger, is aught we can grant, we shall do so
cheerfully, for on this day we heed all prayers."

"I ask very little, sire. This and no more do I wish--that you give
me food and drink for one year and that on this day a year hence I
shall make my other two prayers."

"It is indeed little you ask. Food and drink we refuse none. It is
here. Yet while your petition might well beseem a knave, thou seemeth
of right good worship, a likely youth, too, none fairer, and we would
fain your prayer had been for horse and armor. Yet may you have your
wish. Sir Kay," and the King turned to his Seneschal, "see you to it
that this stranger finds his wish satisfied."

So the King turned to others present, for of those who sought audience
there were many. And so forgot all of the fair youth for many a day.

Sir Kay laughed mockingly at the unknown.

"Of a truth this is villain born. For only such would ask for food and
drink of the King. So therefore he shall find place in our kitchen. He
shall help there, he shall have fat broth to satisfy himself and in a
year no hog shall be fatter. And we shall know him as the Kitchen

"Sir Kay," frowned Sir Launcelot, "I pray you cease your mocking. It
is not seemly. This stranger, whosoever he may be, has right to make
whatsoever request he wishes."

"Nay, Sir Launcelot, of a truth, as he is, so has he asked."

"Yet I like not your mocking," said Sir Launcelot as he looked
frowningly at Sir Kay, while next to him stood Sir Gawaine and Sir
Percival, neither of whom could scarce contain himself.

"It is well, we know you, Sir Kay. Or, by our guardian saints we would
make you answer for your bitter tongue. But that we know it belies a
heart of kindness we would long since have found quarrel with you." So
spoke Sir Percival and Sir Gawaine nodded in assent.

"Stay not any quarrel for any seeming knowledge of me, kind friends,"
frowned back Sir Kay.

But the two knights moved away. Sir Kay was of great shame. And so to
cover it he turned to the stranger in great fury. "Come then to your
kennel, dog," he said.

Out flashed the sword of Sir Gawaine. Yet did Sir Launcelot withhold

"Sir, I beg you to do me honor of feasting with us this day?"

"I thank you Sir Launcelot. Yet must I go with Sir Kay and do his
bidding. There do be knights well worth their places at the Round
Table. And I note right well that they set high example to those who
are still but lads and who are to become knights in good time. So to
you all I give my thanks."

Then followed the stranger after Sir Kay while the three knights and
Allan watched him go and marveled at his meekness.



And so in turn came the second stranger before King Arthur. Poorly
clothed, too, yet had his coat once been rich cloth of gold. Now it
sat most crookedly upon him and was cut in many places so that it but
barely hung upon his shoulders.

"Sire," said the stranger, "you are known everywhere as the noblest
King in the world. And for that reason I come to you to be made

"Knights, good friend," replied the King, "are not so easily made.
Such knights as we do appoint must first prove their worth. We know
thee not, stranger, and know not the meaning of thy strange garb. For
truly, thou art a strange sight."

"I am Breunor le Noire and soon you will know that I am of good kin.
This coat I wear is token of vow made for vengeance. So, I found it on
my slain father and I seek his slayer. This day, oh King, I go forth
content, if you make promise that should I perform knightly deed you
will dub me knight of yours."

"Go thou forth, then. We doubt not that thou wilt prove thy true valor
and be worthy of knighthood. Yet proof must be there."

On this selfsame day, Breunor le Noire departed.

Next morn, the King together with Sir Launcelot, Sir Percival, Sir
Gawaine, Sir Pellimore, Sir Gilbert, Sir Neil and Sir Dagonet, indeed
a right goodly party, prepared to depart. Nor did they purpose to
return until they met with Sir Tristram, for King Arthur was of great
desire to have this good knight as one of the Round Table.

Now as these, the flower of King Arthur's court, were waiting for Sir
Dagonet who was to be with them and who had delayed, Sir Launcelot saw
Allan the boy watching them from the side. Saw too, the great wish in
the lad's eyes. Nor did Allan see himself observed for Sir Launcelot
was not then with the others.

A thought came to this fine spirited knight and it brought great and
smiling good humor to his lips. He rode to Sir Percival's side and the
two whispered for many moments. Then did the two speak to the King and
he laughed, but did not turn to gaze at the boy. Sir Gawaine now
joined in the whispering. Then did all four laugh with great
merriment. So Sir Pellimore and the other knights inquired the cause
for the merriment and, being told, laughed too. Kindly was the
laughter, strong men these who could yet be gentle. Sir Launcelot now
turned and rode hard at the boy.

"And wherefore, lad," and dark was his frown and greatly wroth he
seemed, "do you stand here watching? Rude staring yours and no fit
homage to pay your betters. Perchance, we may all be displeased, the
King, Sir Percival, and all of us."

Now the lad's eyes clouded. To have displeased these knights, the
greatest men in all the world, for so he thought them. Then and there
he wished he could die. Woe had the knight's words brought to him.

"Indeed, and I meant no disrespect, Sir Launcelot. Indeed--" and said
no more for he knew he would weep if he spoke further. So he saw not
the dancing laughter in the knight's eye, nor the wide grins on the
faces of the others.

"Yet we must punish thee, lad. So then prepare you to accompany us.
Get your horse at once. Nor will we listen to any prayer you may make
for not going because of your youth."

Agape, Allan turned to look at him. For he knew he could not have
heard aright. But now, as he looked, he saw that Sir Launcelot was
laughing and then as he turned wondering, he saw his own lord and the
King and the other knights watching him with great glee.

"You mean then, that I--I--may go with all of you!"

And then so that there would be no chance of its being otherwise, he
rushed in mad haste to get his horse. Joy was the wings which made his
feet fly. He came back in quick time, a bit uncertain, riding forward
slowly, diffidently, and stopped a little way from them, awaiting
word. Then did Sir Launcelot ride to him and place kindly arm about
the youth and bring him among them all.

Now Sir Dagonet was with them and they rode forth.

With the equipage came the hounds, for the first day of their journey
was to be given over to hunting. There came also the master of the
hounds who was to return with them at the close of the hunt.

None other than the great Launcelot rode with Allan and none sat
straighter and more at ease in his saddle than the boy as they passed
the Queen, the Lady Olande, her two daughters and many other ladies of
the realm. Nor did the boy see any other than the minx Yosalinde. But
she--she did not seem to find him among the knights, yet he wondered
how she could help but see him. He would have liked to call to her,
"See, here am I among all these brave knights." Instead he rode past
very erect. If she would not see him, what matter, since, he was
there, one of the company.

Then, of a sudden, she smiled straight at him. So that for him was the
full glory of the world. And we doubt not, for that smile he would
have fought the bravest knight in all the world and found man's
strength therein.

Now the company found itself in the woods and many hours journey away.
So they rode hard for they liked not to tarry on the road.

Long after midday, King Arthur and his men spread out for the hunt.
The forest in which they now found themselves held game and wild
animals in plenty. Soon thereafter did the hounds give tongue for they
had found the scent. No mean prey had they found though, for the
quarry gave them a long race. Close behind the hounds came King Arthur
and almost as close, Sir Percival and Sir Launcelot.

Now, at last, the stag, a noble animal with wondrous horns, lithe body
and beautifully shaped limbs was at bay. Straight and true, at its
throat, flew the leader of the pack, and sank its teeth deep into it,
while above the King blew loud and long the death note of the chase.
No need for other hounds nor for weapons of the men.

Dark had stolen over the forest when the men with huge appetites came
to sup. Juicy venison steak was there, so was the wild duck and the
pheasant in plenty. To the full they ate as did the few men at arms
that were with them.

Yet none stayed awake long thereafter. It had been an arduous day.
Allan alone was wide-awake; his eyes would not close. And he knew of a
certainty that he was the most fortunate lad in all the world. When he
should become a man, he would be--well, he was not certain whether he
would be like unto the King, Sir Percival or Sir Launcelot. Yes, he
did know, he would be like them all. Now there came mixed thoughts of
a maid who waved her hand and smiled at him. And he felt of a
precious ring upon his finger.

So now his eyes closed; he found himself seeking the Holy Grail. And
during all of the night dreamed that he had found it.


Allan Meets a Stranger

The noble cortege, after the first day's hunt, continued on its

It had reached Leek, in Stafford on the morn of the fifth day ere word
came of Sir Tristram. Here, was heard from some, Sir Tristram was then
on way to Scotland, and from still others, that he was bound for
Kinkenadon in Wales.

"By my faith," spoke Sir Gawaine, "there are none that are more ready
to testify to Sir Tristram's greatness and ability, too. Yet still,
have I many doubts as to his being both on way to Scotland and to
Wales as well."

"If it were left to me," said Sir Dagonet, "I would hie me to Ireland.
A likely spot to find him, say I. For there are none who have said
that they know of the good knight's journey thitherward."

"We, for ourselves, think it best," the king interrupted, "to tarry
here this day. Our comrade, Pellimore, expresses great desire to have
us partake of his hospitality and we are fain, so to do. What say

"It were wisdom to do so, methinks," agreed Sir Percival. "Tomorrow
we may find here some further news of Sir Tristram's way."

"Aye, sir knights," added Sir Launcelot, "for we need must know
whether we continue our travel north or west from this point."

So all of them were housed within the castle walls. And Sir Pellimore
spread bounteous feast before his guests at midday for he held it high
honor to be host to such as these.

Now, as the repast had been completed, Allan grew restless. He was of
a mind to ride forth and so craved permission from Sir Percival who
gave ready consent.

Forth he went and rode for many an hour. And then, since the day had
great heat, he found himself turn drowsy. Thereupon finding a
pleasant, shaded spot, he quickly made a couch of cedar boughs and
soon was fast asleep.

It seemed to the boy he had slept but few moments when his eyes opened
wide with the certainty that other eyes were directed upon him. Nor
was this mere fancy nor dream. Near him sat a monk, and from under the
black hood the face that peered forth at him was gaunt, cadaverous,
with eyes that seemed to burn straight through the lad. But for the
eyes, this figure could well have been carven, so still and immovable
did it sit there and gaze at the youth. Nor did the monk speak far
many minutes even though he must have known that the boy was awake and
watching him.

The sun now hung low in the sky. Allan knew that he must have been
asleep for at least two hours. He knew, too, that he should rise and
return to the castle, since the hour was already late and his time
overspent. Yet did the monk's eyes hold him to the spot. Nor was the
thing that held him there fear; rather could it be described as the
feeling one has before a devout, sacred and holy presence. Despite the
holy man's unworthy aspect he inspired no fear in the lad.

"Allan, boy," and the lad wondered that the monk knew him by name,
"two things I know have been chief in your thoughts these days." Kindly
was the monk's tone. "What then are these two things?"

No thought had the boy of the oddness of the monk's words, nor of his
questions. Nor of the fact that the monk seemed to be there present.
Somehow, the whole of it took on some great purport. Allan stopped
not to wonder, which the two things the monk mentioned were uppermost
in his mind but straightway made reply.

"Strange monk, I think and dream of the Holy Grail. And think too of
Yosalinde, sister to my Lord Percival. And of naught else so much. But
pray you, holy father, who are you?

"Truth, lad. As to who I am or as to where I come, know you this. I
come to you from that same place as do all dreams.

"Aye lad. Dreaming and fancying shall ever be yours. These son, shall
bring you the visions of tomorrow and many another day.

"I have come to tell you this, lad. But two years or more and you
shall start in earnest on your search for the Grail. And whether you
find the same, I shall not and cannot say, for the finding depends on
you. The way shall be hard, youth of many dreams, though you will have
help and guidance, too. But the great inspiration for it all shall
come to you from the second of these, your two big thoughts.

"I sought you many a day, lad. Merlin has sounded the message for me
to all the knights of Britain. Once before, years ago, I came to find
the likely seeker for the Grail and thought that I had found him. Yet
did the crucible's test find some alloy and so I had need to come

"Then," said Allan but barely comprehending, "you are none other than
Sir Joseph of Armathea."

"Lad, it matters not as to who and what I am. It is of you, we are now
concerned. Dear, dear, lad, they shall name you again and the name
which shall be yours shall ever after be symbolic with the very best
that manhood holds."

"Go your way, now. For I must speak with many more this day ere I
return. A knight comes but now, with whom I must hold counsel. And I
would fain speak to him, alone."

"True, father, I had best go. For Sir Percival will think me
thoughtless, if not worse. As to what you have said, I can do but that
best which is in me and ever seek to make that best better. And so, I
ask your blessing."

The boy knelt. The monk, lean, black cowled, eyes glowing with a light
that held the supernatural, placed hand upon the boy's head and gave
him blessing. So then the boy mounted horse and was away.

He rode hard for he held great anxiety to return quickly. And all the
time he rode he thought of the things the strange monk had told him,
Some of it, he did not altogether understand. That was because of his
youthfulness. It was to come back to him when many months had passed.
This however, he knew, he was destined to make search for the Holy
Grail. For so, the holy man had ordained.

Sir Percival, a bit anxious, was waiting for the lad when he returned.

"I went far and then fell asleep," Allan explained. "Nor did I awaken
until the sun hung low." He did not speak of the meeting with the

"It is well you are back, lad. For I was fast growing worried over the
lateness of your return. Turn in then. I wot not, but that food will
be found for you on which you can sup. Sir Launcelot went forth some
hours ago. I fancy he went in search of you, though he would not admit
this to be the purpose of his departure."


The Stranger and Sir Launcelot

Let us then turn to Sir Launcelot now making his way along the road
over which Allan had been seen to depart. Though the knight had
denied that he purposed to seek the lad, yet had his horse taken that
way. A growing fondness for the boy which he had not made too obvious,
for it was not his wont to show too easily his feelings. Display or
show of emotion ever embarrassed him. He had noted the long absence of
Allan and so had mounted his horse intent to all appearance on a short

Half way to where Allan had made his couch, the road over which he had
ridden branched right and left and some miles down came together
again. Now when Allan returned he took the road to his right having
ridden the other way earlier in the day. Sir Launcelot made for the
road to the right of him and so missed the boy returning.

He found himself at the place at which the boy had slept. He
dismounted to observe more closely. Then he beheld the holy man as he
stepped from the shadows.

"Good day to you, holy father," the knight greeted him.

"God's blessing stay with thee, son. I have been expecting thee."

"Nay, father, not me. Other knight, mayhap. For I knew not myself I
would be here."

"Yet did I know, Sir Launcelot. You came here to seek the youth Allan
and knew not that you came in obedience to greater will than your own.
And having come, you must, prithee, listen to the things that must be
told you."

"Launcelot," and the monk spoke sternly and yet with great sadness,
"as measured by men thou art the bravest knight in Christendom.
Chivalrous, strong, yet gentle and ever ready to succor the weak and
distressed. Your name shall be emblazoned as symbolic of chivalry."
The strange man paused for a time.

"I speak now of the Holy Grail," he resumed. "Who would be better
fitted to seek and find the Holy Grail? Are there any who hold greater
desire to find the same? And who seeks to make himself more worthy?"

"And yet, though you seek until Judgment Day you will never find it.
In the innermost soul of you, you know it to be so. The pity of it."

"Strange monk," and a dull red mantled the knight's cheeks, "those are
bold words you speak. None but Launcelot himself can tell the things
he may or may not do. And since I am not in search of father
confessor, nor since I sought not this meeting, I pray thee offer not
your counsel nor advice."

"The truth, then, sears, sir knight!" Now the monk's eyes flashed.
Straight and tall he stood and his lean figure held so much of that
which was not earthly, that even the mighty Launcelot was daunted.

"Who then has more right or reason to tell you of these things. It is
I who first picked you, long since, as likely finder of the Holy
Grail. And when I found you slipping ever so little, and well you know
wherein you have failed me, I sent Merlin to all of you. For since he
on whom I had built my faith could not measure to the test I had
strong need to find someone else.

"For Britain must hold the Grail. Somewhere in it, there must be the
man who measures up to the test, high though it be."

"Son, son, the things you could have done. The fineness of you,
coarsened by the temptations you have met and not overcome. The joy
you have found in things that are sordid and count for so little."

Low hung the knight's head, His anger had left him now. In its stead
was a deep humility.

"Father, you bare my soul. And yet have I striven. High did I hold
the ideals which first inspired me, I have overcome much, have tried
to keep to the high set purpose. Yet I am but common clay, after all."

"Nay, nay son. I would all men held half thy nobility. Only," and now
the monk's tone was again kindly, "there are some we weigh on much
finer scales than others. We ask more of them, seek more from them.
Forgive less, too. Perhaps we are wrong to desire so much from any
mortal soul. Yet have we faith,--we believe."

"I find no complaint, holy father, in the measure you have set for me.
For I saw the things, I had the vision to see them. Saw too, the
things that were wrong even as I did these things."

"Yet, my son, a great task shall be yours. Now of the boy Allan." The
monk paused.

"What of him, father? A fine lad is he. So young, yet is he too, to be
burdened with great responsibilities? I pray thee, let him keep his

"Launcelot, my son, when will you grow to thy true self? For there
lies your failure. You who took your responsibilities as burdens, when
you should have found great joy in that they were yours. Yet, now
listen to me as to this boy Allan. I have seen him this day, have
spoken to him of the Holy Grail. A dreaming youth, yet is he fired by
fine inspiration and great ideals. He is ordained to seek it. That
holds no strangeness for there are many such. As to whether he finds
it or not is dependent upon him, as it was once upon yourself. And
since you cannot find it, seek it as you will, I charge you with
helping him keep clean souled. Should he do so, ere many years will
pass, he may find it. For you, there will be the joy, the glory of
service, of having helped. Without your help, success for him will be
so much less likely. Will you help him Launcelot? Think well before
you make reply."

Not at once did Sir Launcelot answer. Yet it was the best within him
that did give final utterance.

"I promise you father, that such help as I can give the lad I shall.
Much have I learned. And with these things that I have learned he
shall be guided. No bitterness mine. Since I am not to be the finder
of the Holy Grail, I pledge you now my aid to Allan."

"Launcelot, so little fails you for that needed greatness. None have
I loved so much. If you have sinned you have been great and glorious
even in the sinning.

"Never have you been finer than now. Allan will need your help, your
strength. There shall be a maid too, to help him. The threads have
also been woven for that now. When the time shall come, you will call
this lad Galahad, the Chaste. Treat him ever as your son, Launcelot."

"Son and comrade, too, he shall be for me. Father, I thank you."

"So then I go, son. I could not love you more were you less a mortal


The Party Divides

When the morning came there was great indecision as to the further
way, for no new information had come of Sir Tristram. Sir Gawaine now
spoke for going north to Scotland. So too, was Sir Pellimore minded
and Sir Gilbert as well. But Sir Percival spoke for Wales and so did
Sir Neil.

"As for me," said Sir Dagonet, "I pick Wales, since Kinkenadon is the
nearer to Ireland. My fool's head still fancies that we shall have
need to turn there ere we shall find this errant knight."

Neither the King nor Sir Launcelot up to this time had expressed a
choice. But now the King vouchsafed a plan.

"It seems to us good plan for our party to divide. Some of us to go
north, some west. You Launcelot could well go with one party and we
with the other. What say you friends?"

That plan suited them all. So then the King went with Sir Gawaine, Sir
Pellimore, and Sir Gilbert, while Sir Launcelot accompanied Sir
Percival, Sir Neil, Sir Dagonet and Allan. With each party, too, went
three men-at-arms.

Our way shall be with Sir Percival.

At the end of the first half day they found themselves near the
crossroads of Nantwich.

"We must soon find place for food," remarked Sir Percival and lustily
they all agreed.

"See you castle beyond yonder crossroads?" questioned Sir Neil, "Sir
Manstor lives there with his three brothers. Right skillful knights
are these but woe the lone stranger who passes by. For these are
villainous four."

"Right bitterly do you speak of them, Neil," remarked Sir Launcelot.
"And why?"

"I pray fortune to permit me to meet with this Manstor. I stopped
there for food one day. Then did this knight, his brothers by his
side, demand the bag of gold I carried with me. Nor would single one
among them battle with me. It would have fared ill with me but for two
knights who passing by, came to my aid."

"Our vow," said Sir Launcelot thoughtfully, "is to find Sir Tristram.
Yet can I see no harm in straying from our way an hour or two, can
you, Percival?"

"Not if there is promise of such entertainment as this," was the

"These knights," interrupted Sir Neil, "have stomach for neither joust
nor other encounter when the odds are not with them. Nor will they
venture to impede our way unless we number less than they."

"If greater or equal number withholds them," said Sir Dagonet. "I
would favor them and withdraw. Then would there be one less doughty

"Aye, Dagonet, we know your unselfish spirit," said Sir Neil and

"The knight does not live who has bested me, nevertheless," replied
the jester, with pretended heat.

"The knight does not live who has had the chance," said Sir Percival.
"Yet we love you none the less, brother."

Said now Sir Launcelot: "One of us could ride ahead. And, perchance,
these scheming knights will think that easy prey comes and so strive
to impede the way. Then when they bear down upon him we can appear and
give them such entertainment as they have not had in many a day."

Now one of the men-at-arms came forward.

"And if you will, masters, yonder cruel knight is cruel master as
well. And he holds my own brother within his prison walls for small
cause. So I pray you, masters, succor him."

"Of a surety, Wonkin," said Sir Percival, "we shall make every effort
to set your brother free. Neil and I shall go forward and so find
ourselves seemingly enmeshed by them. Then will you, at proper time,
Launcelot, come forward. And if Dagonet so wishes, he can protect our

The two knights then hurried on. They had not far to go to the turn of
the road and there the four knights within the castle grounds, seeing
them, stood watching for a moment or so. Then each mounted his horse
and in armor, rode forth from within the walls.

"We are knights on way to Wales," said Sir Percival in mild tone. "We
seek food for our midday meal."

"Food we will give you right gladly," replied the oldest of the four.
"But ask in payment such gold as you may have."

"That would be poor bargain," replied Sir Percival, still mild spoken.
"We had liefer go our way to place which seeks not such high pay."

"That may you well do, strangers, yet must you still leave your gold
behind. For we have great need of it."

"Yet no greater need for it than have we. Come, comrade, we must be on
our way." So spoke Sir Percival to Sir Neil. And now the robber
knights were certain that these were but timid men. So out came their
swords as they rode at the two. But they found them ready and
watchful. And though the odds were two to one, it was not hard matter
to hold the robbers off until Sir Launcelot came charging into the

As the four robbers turned to the newcomer and beheld his shield and
armor, they knew that it was Launcelot. And knew too that this was
trap set for them. Thereupon did Sir Manstor withdraw for the moment
from the struggle and blow horn he carried--two long and one short

One of the brothers had already been unhorsed and most grievously
wounded. Sir Manstor now came back to the aid of his brothers and of
them all he was most skillful. So Sir Launcelot turned to him and him,
the robber knight found more than a match.

But from within the walls came forty and more men at arms, some with
bow and arrow and others with club and mace. And with them, two other

When Sir Launcelot saw these, he called to his comrades. "Hard at
them, hard."

For he had in mind to down these three before the others came.

Then did the three, that is, Launcelot, Percival and Neil with
wondrous strength of arm, each by mighty blow, bring rider to the
ground. And Sir Manstor was dead because of the fearful blow of Sir
Launcelot. The other two were asprawl on the ground and but barely

"I call this right skillfully done," said Sir Dagonet who now came
toward them. He had watched but had not joined in the struggle.

Now, Wonkin and the two men at arms were there and so was Allan.

"Will you, good men, try out your bows on these hinds who are coming
thitherward?" said Sir Percival.

Straightway then there flew three well aimed arrows. Then others flew
and now answering arrows from the oncomers. But these did not harm
for Wonkin and the other two stood under cover of trees and so were
not easy targets.

Twice more they let their arrows fly and five men of the forty had
been stopped.

Now as the others came at them with clubs and mace, Sir Launcelot
commanded Wonkin and the other two to withdraw a hundred pace and from
there continue to let their arrows fly. And this was great wisdom for
else the three could not have long withstood the large number.

So now the knights with their great lances fought off the villains and
the two knights who were with them. Very few who came within the reach
of the long weapons escaped. And from their place the three men at
arms shot arrow after arrow into the attackers.

Three of the knaves had hold of Sir Percival's horse and thereupon
others swarmed upon him and what with the blows of their maces and
clubs, he was in sorry plight. Nor could Sir Launcelot turn to help
him for he was in great conflict with the two knights and a large
number of them on foot and Sir Neil equally so. As for Allan he had
already ridden down two of the attackers and had brought his weapon
which was cross between sword and dagger down upon their skulls. Now
as he turned he saw the plight of his lord. So did Sir Dagonet, who
though timid had up to then made some ado to help. Whereupon both sped
hard to Sir Percival's aid. And so skillful was the boy that he hewed
down several of the knaves and Sir Dagonet too, soon found that others
of Sir Percival's attackers were turning their attention to him. All
of which gave needed time for Sir Percival to escape from his
difficulty, draw sword and begin anew.

Now Sir Launcelot brought down the two knights and the others like
wolves stood off snarling at him, yet out of reach. Sir Neil too was

There were but ten of the attackers now. The others were either strewn
about the ground or were making their escape. And of these ten, two
even then were brought down by the arrows of Wonkin and his two

Whereupon the last of the attackers turned and made haste to fly, the
three archers in close pursuit.

"These hinds would fair have overswarmed me had not the boy and
Dagonet come to my aid," remarked Sir Percival as he lifted his helmet
from his head.

"How then, Allan, did you like the affray?" inquired Sir Launcelot.

"Greatly," replied the lad. "But I had wish I carried a lance instead
of this, which is neither dagger nor sword."

"Right soon, shall these be yours as well, lad. Yet now we have earned
such food as we may find within the castle. And I wot not," added Sir
Percival, "many prisoners, too, who will be glad of freedom."


King Mark's Foul Plan

Sir Neil and Sir Dagonet now loudly summoned the castle servants
before them but there were none to answer. So they prepared
kitchenward where they found the wretches in great affright not
knowing what dire fate was to befall them. Yet they, when assured that
naught was intended against them, eagerly hastened to obey the
commands of the good knights to prepare a sumptuous meal.

Sir Launcelot, Sir Percival and the other knights made, their way to
the dungeon. And truly they found a sad sight there. Though a large
place, yet was it overly crowded. In one place they found six knights,
an unhappy six, three of whom had been imprisoned for many months, two
had been made captives within the fortnight and one had joined this
joyless group but two days before.

"Aye," one of the first three explained to them, "it is through God's
mercy that we still live. There were three others with us, two of whom
were already here when this dire misfortune befell us and one who came
some weeks later. These three could not survive the foulness of this

But now Sir Percival was seen to speak to the lone knight, the one who
had been made prisoner last of all. A melancholy figure, he did not
seem to realize that release had come with the advent of these
knights. In fact, through all the hubbub he seemed to have been lost
within himself. No doubt, they were bitter thoughts that possessed him
and at such times one is verily unmindful of things about him. Nor did
this knight seem mindful of the words spoken by Sir Percival for he
made no answer and lost none of his brooding air.

Yet, of a sudden, he seemed to awaken. For Sir Percival who had not
been able to place him at first, had at last realized who the stranger

"Who are you?" the other questioned in turn rubbing his eyes. "And
these other knights? But then, I know you all. How came you here, Sir

When he was told, some of his dejection left him.

"Mine was truly a great unhappiness. These four robber knights did
beset me. And when I was overcome they demanded great ransom which I
had no means wherewith to satisfy. Then, when I heard the tale of how
long these fellow prisoners had been here I was greatly discouraged as
to carrying out my intent to prove to King Arthur my worthiness for

In the meanwhile, Sir Launcelot and Allan had made their way to where
the imprisoned yeomen and hinds had been kept. Here there were more
than fifty and a sad sight they were. It brought a great gulp of pity
into Allan's throat and unbidden tears came to his eyes. Sir Launcelot
too was moved. Some of the prisoners were so weak they could hardly
move. Wonkin had found his brother almost at once and theirs was a
happy meeting.

"Go you up, good Allan, and order that food be brought for these
wretches. And see to it that there is plenty of it."

Allan gladly went and repeated Sir Launcelot's orders which the
servants made great haste to obey.

So that all within the castle, fared well that day. And when Sir
Launcelot and his party were ready to continue their journey the next
morning, there was with them Breunor le Noire and an added number of
yeomen picked from the men who had been prisoners.

Just before departure, Sir Percival went to the two brothers of Sir
Manstor who still were living, the other had not lived an hour.

"Sir Knights, we leave you now. Take you heed from this day's
happenings that such outlawry as yours brings just punishment.
Remember, too, that King Arthur and all his knights will be ever
watchful that you conduct yourself in knightly ways. Woe betide you,
if you do not."

The knights made no reply. Grievously wounded, with their brothers
dead, they were in no mood for words. Yet must the truth of Sir
Percival's words have been in their minds.

Onward now went Sir Launcelot's party. Through that and the next day
they made their way and were well in Cornwall without further untoward
happening. Everywhere, the party made inquiries as to the whereabouts
of Sir Tristram and from such news as they were able to gather they
felt assured that they had taken the right way and that King Arthur
and the men with him were on a false trail.

It was on this day that they met with two knights who made them
friendly greetings and finding out the purpose of their journey
pretended not to know the whereabouts of Sir Tristram. Nor would they
stay for any length of time giving as reason therefore great need of
urgency on their part. Yet when these two knights had but gone a
little way they turned, in great haste along another road. The end of
the day found them in the presence of King Mark of Cornwall who had no
great love for King Arthur nor for any of his knights and who would do
any or all of them great harm could he do so without discovery.

"Who then is this party?" inquired the King after listening.

"They number but few," replied one of the knights. "Sir Launcelot, Sir
Percival, Sir Neil, and one other, and that fool who is jester to
Arthur. A boy is there too and fifteen men-at-arms."

"You speak truly," replied the king, "as to their being few in number
but I would that two of these few, were not Launcelot and Percival.
Yet even with these two we should be able to overcome them. And in
that way I shall find some recompense for the many slights and haughty
overbearingness of Arthur and his men." As he so spoke, King Mark's
face plainly showed its cruelty and craft.

"Will you, good Bruyan, call Sir Bertram and Sir Pendore to me? And be
sure to return for we must be speedy should we decide that it is wise
for us to take any step for their discomforture."

Now as Bruyan returned with the two aforementioned, there also came
into the room a yeoman who served Sir Pendore. But of him neither the
king nor any of the knights took notice but instead immediately began
discussion as to the wisdom of waylaying these knights of King Arthur
who were now in Cornwall.

Whether King Mark knew this to be so or not, yet of all his court,
there were no two who had more reason to hate Sir Launcelot than Sir
Bertram and Sir Pendore. For Sir Launcelot had come upon them once
when they were in the midst of tormenting two holy men having first
taken from them a paltry purse which these two monks were carrying for
worthy purpose. Then when Sir Launcelot had asked that they desist and
return the holy men's purse they had replied with foul tongue and had
made for him. Soon, however, they found that this single knight was
master of them both and would they then have complied with his
requests. However, Sir Launcelot who was ever slow to anger was now in
great rage and he had taken them to the castle grounds of Sir Gawaine
and there, before a large number he told of what had happened. And
while fair ladies laughed at them and while men looked at them as they
would at hinds, Sir Launcelot had taken the flat of his sword and had
brought it down on both. Then he had asked two yeomen to club them
from the castle grounds since they were unfit to be in the company of
knights. This the yeomen had done right lustily.

Neither Sir Pendore nor Sir Bertram had ever made mention of this
event. But there was no one in all of Britain whom they so fully hated
as Sir Launcelot. Now, there seemed likely chance for revenge.

"How many men can you muster?" asked Sir Bertram, speaking not over
anxiously yet with meaning looked at Sir Pendore.

"Seven score or more" replied the king of Cornwall.

"I would have more," replied Sir Pendore. "What with Percival and
Launcelot and this Neil whom I know not, one must make it more than

It was at this point that the yeoman who was busily at work over the
weapons, cleaning them and putting them into perfect condition, as
none other in Cornwall could do, had become interested. Sir Percival?

It was this Sir Percival, knight of the Round Table, who had saved the
father of this yeoman from the deadly mace of one of his men in one of
many melees. It was but a small thing to the knight, long forgotten no
doubt, but to Walker, the son of the man who was saved, it meant that
he was in debt to this knight. So now he listened, interested. Then
too, he had no great love for his master who was never kindly and he
had decided long ago that he would find a new master when the
opportunity offered.

"I shall find more men, if I can," Mark offered in reply to Sir
Pendore's suggestion. Nor did it seem strange to him that the knight
should think that odds of seven to one were not enough.

"Where are these knights?" asked Sir Bertram.

Sir Bruyan told him, the yeoman listening all the while.

"Let us then be off within thrice this hour," Mark concluded. "Get
you as many men ready as you can," he said to Sir Bertram and to Sir
Pendore who were his chiefs.

Walker, the yeoman, soon had completed his work. Thereupon he made his
way into the forest to find him, who was best friend of his, to get
advice as to what to do.

He, whom he sought, was none other than our old friend Gouvernail,
who, of course, was not far from Sir Tristram, his master.

Though he had long since severed fealty to King Mark, Sir Tristram had
returned near unto the court because of the love he bore one of the
damsels who was in it. It was Walker who had carried the messages
Gouvernail had brought from his master to this same lady.

Walker soon came to the hiding place of his friend.

"What ho?" asked Gouvernail. "What brings you here at this unseemly

"I need your advice," replied Walker. "My poor head carries too great
a muddle."

"You come to one who can offer but poor solace there," replied
Gouvernail. "If it were trusty arm, good club or something belike, you
could well come to me. But speak, what troubles you?"

So Walker told him. Except that at first he made no mention of names.

"Keep you from it," advised Gouvernail. "It is the business of your
betters and not of your meddling."

"Yet had Sir Percival done this thing for my father, and if he would,
he could have thought the same,--that it was not his affair but an
affair of hind or yeoman."

"Is this Percival, he who is of King Arthur's court?" asked

"Aye," replied Walker, nodding his head. "Do you know him?"

"Somewhat. Who else is there?" he further questioned, now interested.

"Sir Launcelot, Sir Neil and some others."

"Did they speak of a boy being there?"

"I do not remember. Yet I seem to recall that they did," replied

"I will help you. Come," and Gouvernail took his friend but a little
way to where Sir Tristram was lodging.

Sir Tristram seated himself and listened to the two. He understood at

"When did King Mark say that he would start with his men?" he asked

"In three hours, Sir Knight," the man answered.

"Good. Let us be off. Good Gouvernail, get you my mail ready for I
would don it."

Within the half hour Sir Tristram with the two yeomen were on their
way to meet Sir Percival and Sir Launcelot. So, strangely, they who
sought him, were to find him come among them.


The Weasel's Nest

"Greeting, good knights," he announced. "I am Sir Tristram."

Nothing could have thrown Sir Launcelot's party into greater
astonishment. And yet no news could have been pleasanter.

"Right glad are we to see you, Sir Tristram, since we have sought you
for a great number of days. I am Sir Launcelot. Here is Sir
Percival." And so this knight announced them all.

The two knights, Sir Tristram on the one hand, Sir Launcelot, on the
other, observed each other. Each of them found much to like in the
other. Then and there was the beginning of a friendship that was to
last until the day of Sir Tristram's death.

After the first few moments, had passed, Sir Tristram came to the
reason for his coming among them.

That the danger was grave, they knew at once. King Mark was cruel and
crafty. He would not venture this attempt unless he were certain that
he had great numbers behind him.

"My thought seems to be to retire to the nearest castle and there
defend ourselves as best we can," said Sir Percival.

"A right kindly thing, this of yours, Sir Tristram, to bring us this
news. And if we come out of this, I hope that I shall be able to find
you at any place you bespeak," Sir Launcelot remarked.

"The kindness is on the part of this man here." And Sir Tristram told
them of Walker. "Need I say that I stay with you and share in your
fortune such as it is. It should offer great sport and I would not
miss it, if I could."

Sir Launcelot nodded his head nor did he make any further demur.

"And you two?" he now asked of Gouvernail and Walker.

"Oh, I," replied Sir Gouvernail, "I find my place where my master is."

"And I?" added Walker. "I owe something to Sir Percival and so I too
will stay."

"Well then, perhaps we may keep them off, though not so easily," said
Sir Neil.

"We can but try," added Sir Launcelot.

But now Sir Dagonet, jester and fool, made his way forward.

"Spoke you of finding castle?" he asked of Sir Percival.

Sir Percival nodded his head.

"Good man," Sir Dagonet spoke now to Walker. "Did this weasel king say
aught as to the number of men he would send against us?"

"Only, master, that when he mentioned that he would send one hundred
or more and with them twenty knights, one there, thought that number
not enough and advised that the king add to it. Which the king said he
would do."

"The more the better," said Sir Dagonet.

"A strange wish," said Sir Neil. "But then you are fool and that wish
belongs to a fool."

"Yet not such a great fool after all," spoke up Sir Launcelot. "Truly
Dagonet, I often wonder at you. For here is what is in Dagonet's mind.
Since the weasel comes after us and leaves his home empty, why not go
to the home of the weasel?"

Such a laugh now went up. For all of these knights saw that this would
be a deed that would ring throughout Britain and if successful, make
Mark the laughing stock of the land.

But after the laughter, Sir Tristram spoke, "I ask a strange thing,
good knights, and hope it will receive favor in your eyes. King Mark
has been a strange uncle to me. He has treated me scurvily oft enough.
Yet when, if we come through this event as we hope, I would that you
hold no further ill will against him. Understand me well. I ask for
naught, if any among us are hurt at his hand, for then he deserves all
that comes to him. But if we come through so that all can laugh at
him, then I ask you to forget the ill will for which he gives you such
good cause. For after all, he is blood kin of mine, a sorry thing, yet
which I cannot forget." And now the knight waited answer.

Now all the knights turned to Sir Tristram and there was something
about him that made them nod their heads in assent.

"Then do we promise this thing, you ask," said Percival. "So now let
us go to the weasel's nest."

In great humor and with many jests the men made their way to the road
upon which the two knights of King Mark had made their return. And so
we find that as the crafty king was making his way forward to the
attack, believing that it would be an overpowering surprise, and
already counting the fruits of victory, his intended victims were
slipping through his clutches and making their way into the last of
all places he could imagine.

Now on their way, Sir Percival called the two yeomen, Gouvernail and
Walker to him. And though he did not remember the event that Walker
narrated yet was he glad he had followed a kindly thought. And Allan
too, realized that bread cast upon the water often returns.

"Need you a good yeoman?" ventured Walker hopefully.

"If you are half as good as your friend here, then indeed have I need
for you," was Sir Percival's reply.

"I count him my better, Sir Knight," replied Gouvernail.

"This fool would overpraise me and lead you to expect overmuch," said
Walker. "I will do my best if you will but try me."

"That I shall," replied the knight. And thereupon the two, Gouvernail
and Walker, fell back a little way and came to Allan who was glad of a
chance to talk to Gouvernail. And as they rode forward the boy
listened to some of the tales and some of the doings of Sir Tristram.

Now in the front there rode, the two, Sir Tristram and Sir Launcelot
and with them Sir Dagonet.

"Truly, I often wonder, good Dagonet, wherefore they call you a fool,"
spoke Sir Launcelot. "Here comes this thought of yours that could come
only from the wisest man or the greatest fool. Often, I wonder which
you are."

"Yet good Launcelot, since I am I, I know which of these I am. What
sooth, what matters it, which you and all of these," and Sir Dagonet
pointed to the others with them, "which you think me? If it pleases
all of you, it pleases me to be a fool. Howsoever, it is ill wind
that does not blow some good and here we have Sir Tristram who is not
in Ireland though I had reason for believing him there."

"Faith, friend, and I had but decided that I would journey henceward
within two days," replied Sir Tristram wonderingly.

"See you then, Launcelot. I made but a fool's guess. Had I been a
wise man I would not have been two days ahead of Sir Tristram."

Now Sir Tristram who knew the way advised silence. For they were
nearing the great castle walls. When they came thereto they found the
gates closed and the drawbridge up.

Then did Sir Tristram make call to those within. And these mistaking
this for the party that had gone therefrom hastened to obey and
lowered the drawbridge and unlocked the gates. And then found
themselves facing strange knights, a strange party. And of all of them
they only recognized Sir Tristram.

Then would they have made great ado to close the gates but it was too

"Tell you all within these gates, that we shall treat none harshly
except those who would make trouble."

So when Sir Percival's party was safely esconced, Sir Tristram left
them for a few moments. A few moments that lasted into the half hour.
For he went to see his lady love who was even then with the queen.

Nor did the queen treat him as harshly as she might have. Perhaps
this was because she felt that they were safe as long as this nephew
was with these intruders. Or perhaps she had not favored the ill
treatment by her royal spouse of so brave a knight.

And if King Mark and his men had been surprised to find the bird
flown, imagine then what must have been their thoughts when they
returned and found that they could not enter their own gates. That the
bird was there and was shouting defiance at them. And worse yet, that
in these shouts of defiance there was laughter and taunt and jest at
their expense.

"What now?" asked the cruel and crafty king.

Nor could one of his men tell him.


To The Rescue

"Methinks," said King Arthur on the fourth day of their journey into
Scotland "that we will not find this Sir Tristram. What say you

"Only that I cannot find it in me to do aught but agree with you," the
latter made reply. "And I advise that we return, for had Tristram made
his journey hitherward we should long ago have had inkling of it."

"So then, we return today, friends," Arthur announced to his knights.
"We have it in us to hope that Percival and Launcelot have had better
fortune than we."

And none loath, the party joyously made preparations for return. It
had been an eventless search for the brave knight, Tristram, and these
men hated inactivity.

"What say you, to sending someone of us to Cadoris announcing that we
shall pay him a visit of not more than a day?" So queried the king.

"If there is promise of joust and adventure there," said Pellimore. "I
for one can see no harm therein. What matters a day more or less?"

The other knights agreed with Pellimore and as Gawaine pointed out, it
was not more than but few leagues from their returnward way.

So the party having first sent Sir Gilbert before them to herald their
approach arrived at the court of Cadoris, king of Scotland. And never
was king or knights more royally received than was Arthur and his men.
Of a truth, there was warm affection for Arthur, and Cadoris and his
knights, though they held great rivalry, for the Knights of the Round
Table had ever proven honest and worthy opponents.

The stay of the day stretched into the fourth day and not one of King
Arthur's party had thought of returning. Jousts were there, much
hunting and activity, enough to suit the most exacting. Howsoever,
Arthur announced on the fifth day that they could stay but another

"Of a truth, am I downright sorry that you must depart. For highly
have I been honored by your visit, and as greatly have I enjoyed it."
Warm spoken was Cadoris.

"And we shall remember your hospitality for many a day," replied
Arthur. "If we but make you half as much at home when you visit us,
good Cadoris, we shall feel that we have accomplished much. Is it not
so, friends?"

"Truly," assented King Arthur's knights. "And I would, your Majesty,
that you make that visit right soon," added Gawaine.

"That we surely will," replied Cadoris heartily.

So King Arthur and his men made their preparations having been much
cheered by their stay. And they had turned to their last meal which
was a sumptuous one and were greatly enjoying it when a servant of
King Cadoris came into the great dining hall and whispered into the
ear of Sir Donald, one of the bravest knights in the kingdom of
Scotland. He in turn, whispered the news to the king.

"There are two riders without, Arthur, who want word with you," the
Scottish King announced. "Shall I ask them to wait until we finish
this meal? It were pity to disturb you now and I doubt not their
message may wait."

"That may well be so, good friend. Yet, if it disturbs you not, I
shall ask Gawaine here to see these men and find out what message they

Cadoris nodded his head in assent and Gawaine thereupon hastened
outside the dining hall.

It was none other than Allan he saw. Allan with Breunor le Noire.
Great was his surprise at seeing them and greater still, at their
account of what had occurred. And when he heard how Launcelot and
Percival and the others, together with Sir Tristram were holding the
very castle of King Mark, he shook with a great laughter. So loud was
this that the kings and the knights at the dining table heard it and
wondering greatly, hurried out to find the cause for it. Forgot their
food for the time being in their curiosity.

The king of Britain was no less surprised to see Allan and this
stranger whom he but faintly recalled. And to him, to Cadoris, and the
assembled knights, the two had to recount again what had occurred. And
when the full gist of it came home, Arthur brought down a heavy hand
on the shoulder of Cadoris who was shaking with laughter and himself
fell into a seat nearby for very faintness at his own mirth. While
about him there was great boisterousness and loud guffaws. A yeoman
who had listened eagerly to the account hurried without and himself
recounted to the men there what had happened at the court of King
Mark. So that there were great shouts, much merriment.

"To think," said King Arthur, "a bare few took King Mark's own
castle. I marvel at their impudence and yet it is but what could be
expected from such as they."

"As for me," said Gawaine, "I would give all I have to have been
there. And all I ever expect to have, to have been near Mark when he
realized what had happened."

"Yet," said Arthur now grown serious, "let us hear what Allan and this
other brave youth are here for. They did not come this great distance
to tell us of their impudence. That, I'll swear."

"Nay, sire," said Allan, who was spokesman because of greater
acquaintance with those assembled. "Sir Percival and Sir Launcelot
sent Breunor le Noire to you and me with him for aid. For King Mark,
furious at the sorry figure he makes has sworn vengeance and has laid
siege to those within his castle. Sir Launcelot sent us with this
message. That while they could perhaps make their escape yet they
thought that you would wish to come to their aid so that they need not
run from King Mark. For they wish to see that king, to look at him.
Half the jest they have played lies in that."

"That we will do, of course," replied Arthur. "And though we must
first return home to gather our men, yet we will do so quickly and
hurry just as quickly to the court of Cornwall. For we too, would like
to see Mark, and though we envy your party its good fortune, yet can
we share in the jest. Say you not so, friends?

"Aye, sire, that we do. Yet haste is indeed necessary." So spoke both
Pellimore and Gawaine.

"Methinks, it would be a right friendly act on your part, Arthur,
should you allow me and my men to accompany you. So then there will
be no need for you to first return home and thereby save time. For I
too," added Cadoris, "would like to call on Mark at this time."

"Come then," said King Arthur. "It would not be in us to refuse you.
Let us return to finish our food and both of you, we doubt not must be
right hungry by now."

So all of them returned to the dining hall. And Gawaine found room
next to him for Allan and Breunor le Noire.

"How long Allan, is it since you left them?" he asked.

"This is our third day," was the boy's reply.

"How did you escape the besiegers?" Arthur, who with the rest was
listening now inquired.

"It was done at night, sire. We two climbed over the wall. Two yeomen
helped us over. One of King Mark's men saw us and at first mistook us
for men from his own camp. Him, Breunor le Noire, gave little time
for outcry. We gagged and bound him and then Walker and Gouvernail
climbed back for a long rope and lifted him over on the castle side.
For we had no wish to have King Mark's men find him and suspect that
some of those within had gone for aid."

Now the meal was over. Within another hour King Cadoris had gathered
five hundred of his men. King Mark and his men would never have
stomach for affray. When the afternoon's sun was in the low western
sky, the rescuing party was well on its way.


In King Mark's Castle

So we return to the doughty few who are behind the walls of the great

"We shall wear out these impudent knaves," King Mark had said after
the first great surprise. "Surely they cannot expect to hold out for
any great length of time."

"Aye," had agreed the ever present Pendore and Bertram. "And when
they are overcome," Sir Pendore had added darkly, "then shall we find
our day has come. For Launcelot shall surely suffer."

But the days went and the besiegers found a far greater and more
stubborn resistance than they had expected. Their losses were many,
due to the skillful archery of the few within. King Mark's castle was
of the kind that could only be assailed at two points which was in
itself great help to the besieged.

If, perchance, the men of King Mark had had greater stomach for the
attack, things might have gone ill with those within. But there were
many of the men of this king who favored but little the quarrel with
the besieged, counting it, in their own hearts, a scurvy action on the
part of Cornwall's king. And men fight poorly who have such thoughts.

Not that all was well with those within. On this, the eighth day of
their occupancy of the castle, the men were a haggard lot. Little
sleep had they. Some of them had been wounded, wonder it was that
these were so few and that none were dead. Sir Neil was lost to them
for the time, Wonkin, too had fought heroically but had fallen, sorely
wounded in an attack. Three others had been hurt, and for every man
who fell, there grew the greater burden on those who were left.
Constant watch, constant need for being present to repel the attackers
had left the mark of weariness on Sir Launcelot, Sir Tristram and Sir
Percival. Yet these three were a host in themselves as they, with
Gouvernail and Walker, set an inspiring example to the rest.

"Faith," said Sir Percival at this moment, "I cannot say that I would
not welcome the arrival of Arthur and our men."

"I had never thought sleep so great a luxury," rejoined Sir Tristram.

"Nor I," added Sir Launcelot. "However, do you both take such little
of that now as those knaves who are on the outside permit."

But this neither of the two had in mind to do. Yet Sir Launcelot
insisted and only had his way when he promised that he would also take
time for sleep after them.

They had, so it seemed to them, but barely fallen asleep, when there
was great outcry from both within and without the gates. The men of
King Mark had evidently decided on a determined attack with full
intention to overcome the stubborn few. In a great mass they came and
though many fell and every arrow told yet were they not to be denied.
And as they came close to the walls King Mark's men opened wide their
ranks and a score of men were seen carrying a bridge to throw over in
place of the drawbridge which they could not reach.

"Now has it grown right serious," said Sir Launcelot.

"Will you Percival hold these walls while Tristram, I, Gouvernail and
Walker, make every effort to see that the bridge does not stay."

There was no time for further words. The four quickly made for the
gates. They opened and closed them quickly. Each held a stave that
seemed not unlike a young tree, of which a number were inside the

"Let them place the bridge first," said Sir Launcelot.

Upon them a hail of arrows fell but none were hurt. Gouvernail and
Walker were protected for the time in both coats and helmets of steel
which Sir Tristram had made them wear.

Now the men of King Mark had thrown the bridge over the embankment.
But as the first of them rushed upon it the thick staves of the four
men did their work well. Mighty work it was but it was question
whether there were four men in all of England who had greater strength
than these. And so as the men came rushing over, the bridge seemed
moving with them.

A great outcry came from them. The new made bridge, moving slowly at
first, now cleared its support, and fell into the depths below
carrying twenty men with it. Some managed to get back to safety, some,
almost as unfortunate as those who had fallen with the bridge, made
their way to the castleside. These Sir Tristram and Sir Launcelot and
the two yeomen easily overcame.

From the walls a hail of arrows, stones and javelins were sent on the
attackers. The four outside the walls, their work accomplished,
returned within. But King Mark and his two lieutenants, of whom one
had been on the bridge, were now not the less determined to carry the

The besiegers at the furthermost points were seen to clamber over the
walls. They were battering at the gates at which Sir Tristram, Sir
Launcelot and a number of the men had taken their stand.

Things indeed looked dark for those within. Sir Percival, for one, had
been grievously wounded in the last affray.

But the gates made to withstand against attack held well.

Yet it was now a mere question of time. This, both those within and
without fully realized.

"Unless our two messengers find King Arthur," said Sir Tristram calmly
and unhurriedly, "it matters but little whether we fight our way out
now or later. Is it not so?"

"I have faith in the coming of the king," said Sir Launcelot. "For
the boy Allan, I know to be tireless in the performance of such duty.
And if I mistake not the other will try his utmost too, for he seeks
to be dubbed a knight by our king."

So now down at the gates, now on the walls, sending death and
destruction upon the attackers the two knights held their own,
fighting hopefully, unyieldingly, hour after hour.

There was a cry of joy now, of exultation from Gouvernail. For his
eagle eye espied in the distance a horse and rider, then other horses
and other riders.

The faint notes of the slughorn came to their ears. The men on the
outside ceased their attack for the moment watching wonderingly, not
guessing as yet what all this meant.

From his bed of pain, not far off, Sir Percival called to the two

"Is it Arthur who comes?"

"Methinks so. Yet it seems I see the banners of Scotland. Whether it
is men of Cadoris or of Arthur, of what matter?"

"Aye, Launcelot, Scotland is there. But yonder figure is Arthur." So
spoke Tristram.

"There too, is Gawaine and Pellimore. And there the boy, Allan. See
you him?"

Sir Tristram nodded assent.

Now Mark and his men gathered close together. The king and Sir Pendore
and Sir Bertram were in close converse.

Up to the walls came the rescuing party. King Arthur in front
frowning, mighty, a majestic figure who seemed to breathe fire and

"What does this mean, Mark? What scurvy trick have you now tried?"

"I found these men within holding my own castle when I returned from a
short journey. What else could I do but try to oust them?"

"I know better. If any harm, if but one of my knights is hurt, I shall
make you pay right fully."

Now the gates opened wide. There stood Sir Launcelot, and Sir
Tristram, both supporting Sir Percival. Into the castle rode King
Arthur and King Cadoris.

"Have you been hurt? Who else is wounded? Are any dead?" These were
the questions of the king.

So Sir Launcelot told him. And now when the king found that none were
dead and he realized how many men Mark had lost, good humor again came
to him. His eyes twinkled merrily.

"Shall we hang this scurvy king?" he asked.

"If you will, sire," said Sir Tristram. "I fancy he has suffered much
by now. And since he is uncle of mine I beg of you treat him more
gently than he deserves. Let us rather laugh at him. True, there are
some of us who have been wounded, but none fatally."

"And after all," said Sir Percival, "see how _much_ we can

Sir Launcelot too nodded in agreement.

"In truth," King Arthur agreed, "I have found no fancy to act as
hangman to him. For knave and villain though he is, yet is he still a
king. What say you Cadoris?"

"It is no brew of mine, good Arthur. Yet were I he and you had such
good cause to laugh at me, I wonder if I would not rather hang."

So King Arthur turned to King Mark. Laughter was in his eye, mocking
laughter. About him the others gathered and these, too, seemed
laughing at him.

"I offer you advice, Mark, which so it seems to me, you would do well
to heed. Keep not your doors so wide open hereafter. Knaves like these
are too apt to accept such hospitality. And, good Mark, when next you
go a hunting, I fancy, you had best hunt at home. It is safer and for
one thing you are sure to have it. 'Tis a sad state for you to find
these men making themselves at home while you are away on so peaceful
a mission. 'Tis a sad pity and should not be permitted."

"Tis sad,'tis sad," said the men about King Arthur.

King Mark scowled in fury. And somehow, it seemed, he scowled most at
his own nephew, Tristram.



The Kitchen Boy Again

Now King Arthur, his knights and all of his men were home once again.
Here they found great good humor at their account of the adventure at
the castle of King Mark.

Tristram came with them. For many years thereafter he served under
King Arthur. Honor and glory he brought to the court of the King and
Arthur held him in high esteem as well he might. Between Launcelot and
Tristram there grew a great friendship. Each of them believed the
other to be the greatest knight in Christendom.

And Allan, too. Now he was a year older. The urge to go forth, strong
within him, had grown that day a year earlier, when the strange monk
had met him in the forest and told him the things he might do. Youth
though he still was, not yet sixteen, he had learnt much. Sir
Launcelot and Sir Tristram, too, had spent much time with him--could
there have been better teachers? Gouvernail and Walker, as well,
taught him to make the best use of such strength as he had. So that by
now he was the equal of many knights, better, too, though none of his
teachers would let him know that, and he, secure in his own modesty,
unknowing of his great prowess.

The year, too, had brought Sir Kay's kitchen boy once again before the
King. Him, Allan had learned to know. Although his friend had never
admitted that he was better than his position warranted, Allan was
certain of it. When Pentecost had come again he was curious as to what
other boons were to be asked of the king by this kitchen boy.

But the day found him away--sent to the castle of Sir Percival, which
was a half day's journey. Yet was he not altogether disappointed, for
at that castle was Yosalinde, Sir Percival's sister.

Again there were many who sought the favor of the King on this day.
There, too, were many knights present and among these were Sir
Gawaine, Sir Percival and Sir Launcelot, the three who had been there
the year before.

"And so, sire," the kitchen boy said, when the king turned to him, "I
have done my work as best I could. Now I crave my two boons."

"These shall be yours, if we have it in us to grant you item. What are
these boons you ask?"

"That I be made a knight by Sir Launcelot. Him and him only do I wish
to dub me with knighthood. And that furthermore you permit me to take
up the first adventure which may need knight to carry same."

"So shall it be. We pray you, however, that you give your name."

"That will I do, sire, after Sir Launcelot had jousted with me, if he
then finds me worthy of knighthood."

"Of a sooth," said Sir Kay, "you ask not much. That so brave a knight
should joust with a kitchen boy is fit cause for merriment." Loud was
that knight's laughter but none joined with him.

"Mayhap," said the strange youth, "it will be your pleasure to joust
first with me."

Uncertain seemed Sir Kay for a few moments.

"I promise you, Sir Kay, mine is gentle blood, and you may well combat
with me," the kitchen boy added mildly.

Then did the two straightway prepare, horse and armor having been
obtained for the younger man.

Not long did they battle however, for the kitchen boy proved Sir Kay's
master right quickly. Whereupon, Sir Kay becoming furious, made great
ado to wound his opponent. But could not do so; instead, the other
brought him down with fearful stroke which crushed through helmet and

"If you please, now, Sir Launcelot, to joust with me, I shall find it
great honor." So spoke the youth to the knight.

Then there was such a battle as none had seen in many months. Neither
of these two brought to play his full, strength, yet right cleverly,
each struck, counterstruck and brought his skill to play. Much
marveled the knight at the youth.

Then finally, Sir Launcelot said.

"Your quarrel and mine, youth, is not so sore, we may not leave off."

"Truly, that is truth," replied the lad. "But it does me good to feel
your might."

"So tell me your name, that I may dub you knight. Right gladly will I
do so."

"My name," said the other, "is Gareth. I am brother to Gawaine. I made
vow to prove myself worthy of knighthood by finding myself able to
undergo the mean tasks as well as the noble ones."

So Sir Gawaine came forward wonderingly, to see this brother whom he
had not seen since he was a babe.

He made him fond embrace. "Right proud of you am I brother. Proud too,
that it is Launcelot, whose knight you shall be."

Then Sir Gareth became knight. And as they made their way again into
the great hall, the King beckoned to Sir Gareth.

"Are you still of a mind to take on yourself the first adventure that
cometh. For here is one that promises a lengthy time in its

Before the new knight could make answer, Sir Gawaine spoke.

"This sire, is Gareth, my youngest brother. Worthy of knighthood has
he proven so far as strength and skill go."

"Then are we right proud to have you among us, nephew. And we pray
that you will add lustre to your honored name and to the Round Table
as well."

"That, I warrant, he will," vouchsafed Sir Launcelot. "Perchance, it
seemeth a wise thing to have Sir Kay feed all our knights in prospect
the same fat broth he has furnished Gareth."

"As to the adventure," the King returned. "There came but a little
while ago a maiden, Linet, by name, who craves that we send a knight
to succor her sister, the fair Dame Lyoness who is besieged in her
castle by the Knight of the Red Lawns."

"Good herald," the King continued, "bring you the lady, Linet before

Into the great hall came a maiden fair. To her the king addressed

"My Lady Linet, and it please you, pray tell us of what manner of
siege this knight holds against your sister. If to you it seems of
avail, we shall be glad to send a goodly number of our knights and
yeomen, too, to raise this siege."

"Nay sire, that I deem not necessary. Only, since I have heard that
the knights of the Round Table are the bravest and best in all
Britain, I have come to you that you send one of these to battle with
the Knight of the Red Lawns. A stout knight is he, many have come to
rescue the fair lady who is my sister but the way is perilous and he
hath seven men's strength. So that I pray you to send the best and
bravest knight who is here."

[Illustration: "My Lady, I Am Your Loyal Knight"]

"We would gladly heed your request, good lady. Nor do we care what
manner of knight this is, if Sir Launcelot or Sir Tristram or any one
of ten or twelve more were to go to your fair sister's rescue. But we
have made promise that the next adventure, which this is, was to be
taken up by Sir Gareth and unless he forego this, there is naught else
left for us to do. What say you, Gareth?"

"I beg you, sire, that you permit me to carry out this adventure. I
shall do my utmost to bring it to successful conclusion." So did
Gareth reply.

"And I for one, sire, doubt not, that if the adventure can be carried
out successfully, he will do so. For he is as brave and stout a knight
as is among us," added Sir Launcelot.

"Yet is he so young," said the maiden as she sighed. "I doubt that any
of you know how powerful is the knight he must oppose."

"Yet will he go," Arthur now decided. "Make you your plans Gareth. The
way seems long and I doubt not, you will be disposed to continue on
adventure's course, if this should be carried to successful

Now the maiden left the great hall. Sir Gareth joined Sir Launcelot,
Sir Percival and his brother. As he did so, there came to him, Breunor
le Noire.

"I pray you to favor me, good Sir Gareth by permitting me to go with
you and gather for myself such adventure as I may."

Sir Gareth pondered for a moment, then made reply.

"I had a mind to ask a boon of Sir Percival yet I can see no reason
why it would interfere with your going."

"It is this, Sir Percival. I know how much your page Allan craves for
some adventurous journey before he also becomes knight. Be so kind,
therefore, and permit him to go with me."

"Truly, it will be Youth seeking adventure. For each of you is indeed
youthful." So spoke Sir Gawaine, while Sir Percival thought before
making reply.

"What say you, Launcelot?" he finally asked.

"It cannot harm the lad to go with others than ourselves for then he
will receive opportunity to test himself. I would say that you permit
him, if he wishes it."

"Then may he go," said Sir Percival. "Except that I would wish that
one of my yeomen, whose name is Walker, go with you. You will find him
useful and a willing knave."

"For that I thank you," replied Gareth. "Tomorrow, my friend," and he
turned to Breunor, "we begin our journey."

"I shall be ready," replied Breunor le Noire.


On Adventure's Way

Now, as the knights separated, Sir Launcelot, who had donned but part
of his armor, called Sir Gareth.

"I would a word with you, Gareth. I pray you to spare me the time."

"Right gladly," said Gareth and seated himself beside the other. Sir
Percival, who had a mind to return to them, on seeing them so seated,
swerved his horse and passed by them. Nor did they see him.

"See you this sword and shield. Take you these and use them well. They
are good weapons and you will find the answering well to urge and

"Yet it is something of far more urge than this that I would speak to
you about. I am right glad that you are to have Allan with you. I hope
he will find much adventure and many experiences. Listen well to

Then did Sir Launcelot tell of the message that had been given both to
him and the boy. Told also of the need for Allan to stay the fine and
devout lad he was.

"You can help, too. I made promise to Sir Joseph of Armathea that I
would do what I can. Since you are knight dubbed by me, I pray you to
help me."

"That shall I do right gladly, for I like the youth and his kindly
ways. I give you my promise to give him by such example as I may set
and in other ways the meaning of knighthood worthy of the search for
the Holy Grail."

"I wish you good fortune, Gareth, and that you overcome this knight of
the Red Lawns. If you should need aid at any time, I promise I will
come if I get word, no matter how distant you may be."

"I know that," said Gareth soberly. So then they sat for many moments
each thinking of many things. Until at last it was time for them to

Allan had returned a little while before. He had already heard who the
kitchen boy was and how he had been dubbed knight by Sir Launcelot. It
had been a day of events for him, too. Walker, who had made the
journey with him had talked with him of many things.

"This world is large," Walker had said.

"Soon," Allan had said, "I shall go forth and find out for myself just
how large it is."

"Aye, lad," was Walker's reply, "if you travel all the years you live
I doubt if you could see half of it. Far to the southeast is Rome and
there are many lands one must pass before he reaches there. And to the
northeast live the Norse and the Dane and other tribes equally wild
and fierce. Then there are many seas, which I have heard tell are
bigger than the sea of Cornwall, which I know well. And west of us,
there is Ireland and beyond that the world ends."

"Yet shall I go and see what I can. For, if need be I must go to the
very ends of the world and I doubt not it will be right soon."

"Why, young master?" asked Walker, struck by the seriousness of the
boy's tone.

But Allan answered not. Nor did the man press his question but watched
the lad as he rode on and dreamed.

So they came to the castle. There Yosalinde was awaiting him. Yet
after the first greeting, the girl, whose usual contagion of high and
gay spirits carried the youth, who was inclined to be more sober
minded, along with her, fell into a brown study. Nor would she listen
or attend to his attempts to bring her forth into lighter mood. So the
boy, a little vexed and nettled, withdrew feeling hurt and gloomy.

But all this was soon swept aside. For Yosalinde came to him and in
her eyes was a great light.

"Listen to me, Allan. I had mind made up at first that I would not
tell you but have decided otherwise. I too, have dreamed of the Holy
Grail. Does it not seem strange that I, a girl, should so do?"

The boy nodded but remained quiet waiting for her to continue.

"You and I are to soon part, Allan. I am to go to a convent where I
can bring my mind altogether to the spiritual. I dreamed that when I
became worthy I was to help you right well in the finding of it. A
spirit will come to me which will guide us both. Think, Allan, if the
dream is true, I am to help you and you are to find the Grail."

"So the strange monk told me, Yosalinde. He spoke of one who was to
help me and she of whom he spoke, I could not take to be other than
you. You and one other and unless I mistake not that other is Sir
Launcelot. But it hurts, this thought that you and I will not see each
other for the long time you are in the convent."

"But, dear Allan, there is always that time beyond that. It is
wonderful to look forward to that, is it not?"

The boy nodded in assent, a little slowly, as if he were realizing
that it was so. He looked at the girl now and the feeling grew that
Yosalinde was to be the one who would lead him onward. Even now, her
fine spirit was helping him to cross the first of the pitfalls. The
wish for the girl was the first rung on the high ladder of worthiness.

In the late afternoon the boy returned to the court. Of a truth he had
almost forgotten that this was the day for the kitchen boy to come
forth. Nor did he, what with thinking of Yosalinde and his mission
that must soon be, remember it until he had almost returned.

"Come Walker, let us make haste, for I would know the news."

So they hurried and had not been inside the gates many moments before
Allan had found out. But it was only when he came to Sir Launcelot
that he heard the other news that he could go forth with the other two
on adventure's way.

He was glad that he could go with these two who were also young for he
could himself adventure so much the more readily. He would have been
abashed to do so with knights such as his own lord or Sir Launcelot
and Sir Gawaine.

Sir Launcelot found the boy soon after.

"When you return, and I think it will not be for more than a year,
mayhap, two, the King will dub you knight, so I think. Remember Allan,
to be worthy for the things ahead and remember, too, that I am at beck
and call, if you need me, if so be you can find me.

"This journey will be the great test. I pray that you return and prove
what I think you will be. Sir Percival, I understand has armor, sword,
lance and spear for you. I shall furnish you with shield. So go you
your way and remember that there are few knights who will be found
stouter or more skillful than Gareth."

Allan found Gareth soon thereafter and thanked him for letting him go
with him. Then did the three, Sir Gareth, Breunor le Noire and Allan
plan for many things. The blood of youth raced in their veins even as
they planned. Many things would they do. Britain would hear of these
three, so they hoped.

A goodly trio, of a truth, they made as they rode forth the next day,
the maid Linet with them, and only Walker following behind. Three most
worshipful knights watched them as they made their way down the long
road and disappeared from view.

Perhaps, too, it was only chance that led them again past the castle
of Sir Percival. There Allan made point to enter the same promising to
catch up with the others as they continued on their way. Nor could he
stay more than but a few moments but in those few moments he had told
all to Yosalinde. She, too, watched him, as he hastened to join the

Long before he returned she had entered the convent in accordance with
the plan of her mother and brother. Yet, in the heart of each of them
was only the thought of the future, their hopes were in the far away.


Gareth Battles Sir Brian

Brave and adventurous were the days that followed. Many days they
journeyed to the north. Eager was Sir Gareth to reach the castle of
the fair Dame Lyoness and to take issue with the Knight of the Red
Lawns, her oppressor.

"Yet, good knight," said the fair Lady Linet. "Not an easy road will
you find it. There do be many brave knights you will find on this road
who will seek to joust with you. Many brave knights who seek
adventure as do you."

"If it were not so, then would the way be long indeed. May such
adventure come right soon, we shall welcome it." So spoke Gareth and
his two friends echoed his words.

Yet it was not until the second day that their wish was fulfilled. For
as they rode forward there came a man in great haste toward them. He
further increased his pace and gave a glad cry of relief.

Said Allan, who was foremost, "What ails you. Why your haste?"

"I have just escaped from some thieves who have entrapped my master.
They number six and fierce and sturdy did they seem. I beseech your
aid, good masters, for my master is a brave knight who has suffered

So then did the three, undecided for the moment, look to each other.
Until Breunor le Noire exclaimed.

"Let us to this knight's aid at once." The same thought being in the
mind of the other two, they begged the Lady Linet to await them and
hurried forward to this, their first adventure.

But the man who came to them, unknowingly, had misled them. For the
outlaws numbered more than six as they soon found out. So that when
they came to the dell in which the thieves were lodged, the three of
them together with Walker, there came forth to oppose them over a
dozen ruffians, each carrying either club or mace or spear.

Now did the three give proof of their mettle. Walker, too, wielded a
mighty mace that spelled sure death on any of the thieves whom it

Right skillfully, as if they were veterans, did they hold their place.
Right well, they withstood the onslaught of the outlaws and even
pressed them back in defense.

A number of the foe had fallen and others uncertain made as if to
flee. But they could not go far, for the conquerers, mounted, overtook
them. So that there was nothing left for them to do but to turn with
their backs to a nearby wall and make a last stand.

Now there were but four of these ruffians left and these threw their
arms from them and pleaded mercy. And our youths took heed of their
plea and permitted them to escape.

They made rescue of the imprisoned knight who marveled much, after his
first expression of gratitude, how so youthful a trio could have
overcome the large number of outlaws. Then did he give further proof
of his appreciation in that he begged of them that they make his home
their abode for that night and he promised them food in plenty and
goodly lodging.

Though they were of mind to accept they first besought the wishes of
the Lady Linet and she, they found, was not opposed thereto. Right
well did they sup then and made themselves find comfort before the
great fire which blazed merrily. As the night went by, they talked of
many things and found their host full of tales of days gone by.

The next morn found them on their way again. Many days they journeyed.
Other adventures befell them and in each they accredited themselves
right well.

On one of these days, Breunor le Noire who had speeded ahead so that
he was an hour's journey before them had a sad adventure. For as he
rode there came toward him an equipage which held many knights and the
leader of these was none other than Sir Brian de les Isles.

So as Sir Brian saw him he rode toward him.

"Of what fellowship are you, youth?"

"Of King Arthur's court and it is King Arthur himself who will soon
make me his own knight."

"Ill will do I owe this king of yours and all who hold lealty to him.
Therefor will I imprison you."

But this they found not quite so easy. Well did the youth oppose them,
and many of them suffered thereby. Until there were those among them
who were ready to believe that this was no youth in life but fiend

Yet did he at last succumb because their number was so many. And then
did Sir Brian cast him into a prison where Breunor found as many as
thirty knights who were prisoners of Sir Brian, some of these were
knights of the Round Table.

Soon Gareth and Allan speeded their way to overtake Breunor le Noire
of whose absence they began to wonder. Nor did they find trace of him
anywhere. Until Allan suggested that they return to the large castle
which they had passed, where trace of their comrade might be.

So then did Sir Gareth come to the castle gates; Allan with him. To
his beckoning there came forth one of Sir Brian's henchmen.

"Tell your master, Sir Gareth waits outside the gates and would
bespeak him."

But when Sir Brian was given the message, he did not deign to answer
in person, instead, he sent one of his knights in answer to the call.

"Sir Knight," addressed Sir Gareth, "I seek the master of this castle.
Are you he?"

"Nay, but then Sir Brian deems it not fit for him to answer all calls.
Such business as you may have, I doubt not, I may quickly dispose with
and so not keep you from your journey."

"I seek a youth, companion of ours, who had strayed from us and who
mayhap, has met with foul adventure. His name is Breunor le Noire. Do
you or the knight who is your master here know aught of him?" So spoke
Sir Gareth disdaining the insolence in the tone of the other.

"It may be that we do. Wait you here, while I make return to the
castle to find the answer for you."

Therewith the knight left them to stand in front of the castle gates
and made his own way back to the house.

"He is an ill bred knave," said Allan hotly. "To think that such as he
holds knighthood."

"Knighthood," said the ex-kitchen boy, "is merely a cloak. And I find,
Allan, that it is a garment that is only seemly when he who dons it
wears it well. Yet this is no time for anger. Of what matter that this
knight is ill bred. If there is any quarrel I shall seek it with his

"Think you that they know of his whereabouts?" asked Allan. "I liked
not the manner in which he made answer."

"Nor I. But I doubt not we shall know more surely within the next few

Nor did the two have long to wait. For there came from the castle
another who seemed to be the high lord. In armor and shield, carrying
lance and riding a great black horse, he stood out from among the
knights who followed him.

When he came to the gates they were opened wide for him. Then as he
saw Sir Gareth and the boy, he made them a sweeping courtesy.

"Forgive our boorishness, Sir Gareth. Pray to enter our humble
lodging. Are you then Prince of Orkney?"

"I am so known," replied the young knight. "Yet I seek to be known as
Gareth, Knight of the Round Table. I know not your name, Sir Knight,
but I find your courtesy welcome."

But now Allan had noted how the knight's manner had changed. No longer
did he seem kindly; instead a dark scowl frowned his face.

"I am Sir Brian de les Isles," was the answer. But the voice was no
longer a voice that welcomed, instead it was menacing and stern.

But Sir Gareth seemed to take no note of this. "I seek, Sir Brian, to
find a youth who accompanied us. His name is Breunor le Noire, and he
seemed to have met with foul adventure."

"Not foul, Sir Gareth, but only such as is meet for all of King
Arthur's henchmen."

"Then, I take it, you know of him and of his whereabouts," said Sir
Gareth. Still was his manner mild, yet forked lightning seemed to
flash from his eyes.

"That we do," replied the other. "He is indeed in safe keeping, such
keeping being no other than ours."

"I must trouble you, Sir Knight, to make return of him to us."

"And if I will not?" questioned Sir Brian. Insolence was in his tone,
a sneering smile was on his lips.

"I take it, if you will not release him you will fight me as would any
honorable knight."

"That will I. Right gladly and to the uttermost, Sir Gareth. For all
knights of the Round Table, I am sworn foe."

Then there began a battle such as there was seldom seen. Confidence
was in Sir Brian's every move, and truly it would seem that this young
knight, still unknown in the field of chivalry, was but a poor
adversary to one of the best known of England's knights.

But if Sir Gareth was young, if he was but little known, yet the skill
at which Sir Launcelot had marveled, stood him in good stead. This,
Sir Brian soon realized. As steel met steel, the older knight knew
that his adversary was no mean one.

So they battled for a time, neither of them gaining advantage over the
other. Great strength was Sir Brian's, but it was matched by skill and
quickness of thrust and parry.

Allan, a lone figure, the only one of the group assembled to stand for
Sir Gareth, watched the struggle with bated breath. This boy who had
seen men like Sir Launcelot, Sir Tristram, Sir Percival and others of
almost equal repute, found his friend no less able and bold. Clenched
were his hands, tense the boyish figure, as with heart and soul afire
he watched the two knights.

But soon it became evident that unless untoward happening occurred the
outcome of the brave fight was but a matter of time. Slowly, yet
surely Sir Brian gave ground. Slowly but surely Sir Gareth pressed
him. All the cunning of his foe availed him naught. To the last Sir
Brian fought bitterly, silently. His heart held bitterness over the
probable outcome, over the youthfulness of the victor to be.

Now as he parried a bold stroke of the other, for each of them had
turned to swords long before, there came a flash of steel and Sir
Brian felt a great nausea overcome him. Then he knew nothing more for
a long time.

He came to later. Eager hands were ministering to him. Feebly he
turned, not knowing for the moment why all of this should be. Then his
eyes beheld the victor and the boy next to him and he realized what
had taken place.

"Sir Gareth," he murmured, as his knights moved aside in response to
the weak gesture of his hand, "yours are a victor's spoils. Well have
you fought and won."

"Sir Brian," the other replied, "I seek but Breunor le Noire and the
release of such knights as you may hold who owe lealty to king Arthur.
You are a brave knight, would that your cause were worthy you."

Now Sir Brian called one of his knights to him. The latter followed by
Sir Gareth and Allan made their way to the dungeon of the castle.
There they found their companion, there too, they found the other
knights of the Round Table who had been made prisoners by those within
the castle. Great was their joy at release and warmly they thanked
their fellow knight.

And now there came a knight to them and told of how well Breunor had
fought and what difficulty they had had to make him prisoner.

"If this youth fights but half as well as do the two we have seen, you
do indeed make a formidable trio."

Then the three rejoined the Lady Linet and the next morn they were
well on their way.


Knight of the Red Lawns

Events followed swiftly thereafter for their journey toward the castle
of the Dame Lyoness was not made on easy road. Yet through all these,
good fortune stayed with them and so at least they were within a day's
journey of their destination.

Word had come to the Red Knight of the Red Lawns of the coming of Sir
Gareth. Word too had come to him of the brave deeds of this knight and
his two companions. Yet did the Red Knight find naught in it all but
cause for great merriment.

"Truly will their courage ooze from them when they behold those many
knights hanging from yonder oaks, knights who thought to battle with
me and so rescue the Dame Lyoness. Nor did I blame them overmuch, for
it is well worth hanging for, perchance to win a smile from so fair a
lady. Would that I could be so fortunate."

So said the Red Knight and sighed. No crueler knight there was in all
of Christendom yet was he gentle minded in his love for his fair lady.
And though he would not free her of his presence and though he held
her closely besieged within the castle, yet had he no desire that harm
should come to her.

Now he again made his way to her castle wall where his herald did blow
his slughorn and announce that the Red Knight of the Red Lawns
besought the light of the lady's countenance and also word with her.

After a due wait there came forth on a balcony within the wall a lady
who was indeed beautiful. Straight she held herself, straight and
direct her look. Soft brown hair, and her eyes shaded from a dark to
lighter brown as they flashed her moods.

Fine was her face, a face of true nobility and gentleness.

And as the Red Knight beheld her, his voice grew gentle, his words
strangely softspoken.

"My lady, I am your loyal knight. I pray you to listen to me as I
pledge again my loyalty and homage."

There was scorn in the lady's voice, as she cast a withering look upon
the knight.

"Soft are your words, Sir Knight. Yet if I do not do the cat a great
injustice it is the same softness as is hers when she spies her prey.
For yonder I have proof of such knighthood as is yours." And Dame
Lyoness pointed to the dead knights hanging from the trees.

"Aye," replied the Red Knight, "and I would go further, I would tear
such as would deign to keep me from you, limb from limb. Yet, gentle
lady, have I ever shown you proper courtesy and respect as you may
well testify. What, I pray you, keeps me from entering this castle now
and taking you by force, if need be?"

"My lord," answered Dame Lyoness simply, "that moment you enter these
gates I shall drink this brew. A brew that will quickly dispose of all
the misery that this earth holds for me. Then will you be able to
claim my dead body but naught else. If hope were not mine, if I did
not feel certain that some brave knight would come here from King
Arthur's court to rescue me from your unwelcome presence, a knight
sent here at the beseeching of my sister Linet, I would long ago have
drunk this poison and so rid the world of one who has brought naught
but misery to many brave knights."

[Illustration: He Knocked With The Hilt Of His Sword]

"Lady," the Red Knight rejoined, "I hear that such a knight is now on
his way. Yet have you overmuch faith in him or mayhap I have given you
poor proof of my own skill and strength. If he should come, if his
blood does not turn to water, think you he will win from the Red

"Yet do I so hope. I pray that he has greater skill and strength than
yours. And I shall dare hope."

Then did the lady turn and make her way within, giving the knight no
further glance. Ruefully he turned away, and so woeful a figure that
few would have known him for the brave and commanding Red Knight of
the Red Lawns.

There came the Lady Linet first of all our party of five. She it was
who entered the gates of the castle of Dame Lyoness unmolested. So had
it been arranged. There she recounted of Sir Gareth and of the others,
too. She told of the knight's bravery and how he had overcome Sir
Brian de les Isles, and of all their other adventures. Told too, of
who Sir Gareth was, and how gentle and how eager he was to take up her
gauntlet. Until Dame Lyoness' eyes grew large and their shade dark
brown. For she was overly pleased at the description of her champion.

"Yet must he be of the strongest and most skillful," she said
fearfully, "to overcome this cruel knight. For the Red Knight is far
superior to even Sir Brian."

"Dear Sister," replied Linet, "I have faith in this youthful knight.
Naught has he found too difficult as yet and I do not fear the Red
Knight whom he meets tomorrow."

So the next morning, Sir Gareth arrived. Awaited him the Red Knight of
the Red Lawns who had been advised of his nearness.

As the lady's champion turned with the road, Allan, Breunor and Walker
with him, there rode forward to meet him, the knight he was to do
battle with.

"What brings you here?" asked the Red Knight, though he knew full

"I come to the rescue of Dame Lyoness, who, it seems, is besieged by
some unworthy knight who finds it worthy him to war on women."

"I am the Red Knight," the other replied without parley. "See you, my
fair knight, yonder trees. See you the things that hang therefrom.
They are the bodies of such other fools who have come here to teach me
what I may or may not do."

"That, too," replied Sir Gareth, "makes me but doubly certain that
knighthood is not the garment you should wear. I shall do battle with
you, Sir Knight, so soon as you don armor. Meantime I await your

Then did the three ride toward the castle. And as they neared it there
came to the open window both the Lady Linet and the Dame Lyoness. Low
did the latter courtesy to them all, but chiefest to Sir Gareth. Long
did these two gaze at each other and in that gaze love was in the

Now, the Red Knight came forward. For a few moments each watched the
other, their horses stepping now this way, now that. Then of a sudden,
they made at each other, with all their might. And well it was that
shields were there to meet the blows. For such was their force that
breast plates, horsegirths and cruppers burst. Both knights were sent
to earth, Sir Gareth holding the reins of his bridle still in his
hands. Sore stunned was each for many minutes. Wonder it was that neck
of either was not broken.

Now the two left their horses and with shields in front they battled
with their swords. And they fought until midday and until they both
lacked wind. So that each was forced to take rest.

From their window, the two ladies watched the affray. Both of them
prayed that harm should not come to their champion.

But the Red Knight watching them and seeing how in especial Dame
Lyoness was interested, conceived a new idea.

"I fancy that when I overcome this knight and prepare to hang him,
yonder good lady will give herself to me to save him. For she seems
to care overmuch for him and greatly do I wish I were in his place.
Yet must she be the lady of the Red Knight." So he mused.

They fought all of the afternoon. Now one would grovel in the earth,
the other too weak to carry the battle to successful conclusion, now
the second would grow equally weak.

Then did they rest again and Breunor and Allan brought water for Sir
Gareth so that he could drink and bathe his face. They rested for a
half hour and then battled once again.

Now the younger knight seemed weaker. The Red Knight pressed him hard
as he saw this. Things began to look dark for the lady's champion.

She, too, saw this. And coming far to the edge of the balcony she
called out.

"Sir Gareth, I pray for your success." And as he looked toward her
there was a great, eager light on her countenance. It gave to him
renewed strength, renewed faith. As if he had ten men's strength. And
so he turned on the Red Knight and the other could not withstay him.
Fearfully he struck him, such a fearful blow that the Red Knight never
moved again. Yet even as his foe succumbed, the victor slowly
crumbled to the ground, spent and so weak that for a few seconds
Allan, Breunor le Noire and the two ladies who had hurried to him,
thought he was dead.

In a few moments however the young knight opened his eyes. Then,
beholding the gentle face of Dame Lyoness, he closed them again, well


Sir Galahad

Of the things that befell Sir Gareth, of how he wedded the good Dame
Lyoness and of how he gave right seemly proof of his worship, this
story will not detail. Nor can we go on the byway that deals with the
deeds of Breunor le Noire who was made a knight of the Round Table by
King Arthur soon thereafter and who then avenged the cowardly slaying
of his father by the unknown and false knight.

For our tale must hold its course hereafter. The boy Allan had grown
with the two years that had passed since the adventure of the Red
Knight of the Red Lawns. He had not returned to the court of King
Arthur, instead he and Walker had set out on journey of adventure. No
hit and miss journey this, instead it followed a call that the boy had
had, a call which he knew meant that the time had come for him to
begin seeking the Holy Grail.

The two years had been eventful ones for Allan. All over England had
he found his way, he and Walker. Adventures were many and everywhere
this youth through kindly deeds and brave actions left good repute
behind him.

So at the period which our narrative now covers there had grown from a
whispering into a more or less certainty and belief that a man had
come who would find the Holy Grail again for Britain and so add honor
and fame to England. And therewith there was great wonderment as to
whether the finder would be of the court of Northgalis, or of
Northumberland, or of Cornwall, or of Arthur's court.

Pentecost was but a few days away. Now on this day the good King
Arthur with Launcelot, Percival and Merlin, the wizard, made the round
of the sieges or seats of the Round Table, each of which held a name,
for on this Pentecost to come, there were to be many new knights made
and place must be found for them.

So then here and there the places were assigned. Now they came to the
last of the places.

"What new knight shall be placed here?" asked the King. "It seems to
us that this place his been empty this long time."

"This," answered Merlin, "is the Siege Perilous. Here no one shall sit
until four hundred and fifty four years after the passion of the

Now then Sir Launcelot make quick reckoning.

"In the name of God," he made haste to say, "then should this siege be
filled on this Pentecost day that comes."

"That I doubt not," replied Merlin, "And no one else but the rightful
occupant may fill it for he that is so hardy as to try it, he will be

So Pentecost day came. And all but Merlin wondered as to who the
newcomer, who would fill this seat could be.

Early day found the new knights already seated. Early day, too, found
Allan, once again, after the many months away from the court,
returned. This was home to him--and close to three years had passed
since he had been there. He had learned much, he had searched thus far
in vain for the Holy Grail. Yet not altogether in vain, for he felt
within him that he was closer to his quest with the passing of each
day. The boy, now in young manhood, had indeed developed well. Broad
shouldered, slim-waisted, supple limbed, he gave little indication of
his strength, yet Walker riding close beside him, had watched him, had
trained him and had with great pride, noted his skill with lance,
sword and spear. Well he knew that this youth would soon be second to
none in ability to cope with foe or in friendly jousting as might
befall in tournament or elsewhere.

[Illustration: A Solitary Horseman]

Now on this Pentecost day, Allan had returned because it was wont that
he should do so and also because desire urged him thence. So then he
entered the great hall and because all of King Arthur's court were
within, none there were who knew him.

And once he found himself within, only Merlin the Wizard knew who he
was. The others knew him not, not even Sir Percival nor Sir Launcelot.
So Merlin came forward and greeted him.

"They do not yet know you lad, for greatly have you changed with these
few years. Almost grown to full manhood and of a truth full well and
ready for the further conduct of your mission. Come you with me for
your seat is saved."

"Nay, sir, I hold no seat for I am as yet no knight, though hopeful,"
replied the lad.

"Yet is your place here, lad. So come."

And herewith the lad had need to follow. While all about, the knights
and others watched them both.

So now as they came to the Siege Perilous, Merlin stopped and motioned
Allan toward it. Yet the boy hesitated and turned his eyes to his
king, whose eyes searched both the Wizard and the boy.

Thereupon Merlin turned to them all.

"Here is Galahad, he who shall achieve the Grail. And proof of it is
in this that he shall sit in the Siege Perilous and no harm shall come
to him therewith. Sit you down, lad."

So Allan sat down in the place assigned. There seemed to play about
him and the seat a strange light. Well be seemed to fit therein.

"Oh, King," went on Merlin. "Some years since, there came a stranger
to this youth and also to one other here. There and then he declared
that the finding of the Grail was made possible. That the finder was
to be known as Galahad the Chaste. Pure and upright must the seeker be
and up to now there is none other among you who so well fills this
requirement. He who left here as Allan, page to Sir Percival,
returns, fitted and grown to the task. He shall henceward be known as
Galahad. And it please you sire, make you him a knight of the Round
Table. So that if he do find the Grail, honor and glory shall be with
you, too."

Wondered the boy yet, but at word from the king he came forward and

"We dub you knight, Allan. You shall be known as Sir Galahad. Fruitful
may your mission be. We know that knighthood shall not suffer through

A little apart, Sir Launcelot watched the boy. And though the newly
made knight knew it not, the former had watched him through the many
days he had been away from the court, had never been very far, yet
never so near that the young adventurer knew it. Most keen and
watchful had he been to see that the lad kept on the clean road ahead.
And of a truth he had noted, with a restful content, that such was the
boy's inclination and desires. Yet he kept apart even as he watched
and in all the years had not come face to face with the boy.


The Beginning of the Quest

A week and a day Sir Galahad stayed at the court. Nor was he there
many hours before he found that Yosalinde was not home as yet but
would be within the month. Yet he would not stay, for after long and
serious converse with both Merlin and Sir Launcelot, he followed the
great urge to go forward. For he felt the call now greater, more
insistent. Yet did he somewhat fret since this urge, this call seemed
to lead him nowhere, seemed only to beckon that he go.

"Fret not, lad, perhaps many a year shall you wander before you find
the Grail. Many places shall you go. Yet let not your way ever be
impatient." So spoke the Wizard.

"I go to Normandy soon, Merlin."

"You shall find me there," now spoke Sir Launcelot, "for I too go
hither to seek adventure. I pray that we meet, Galahad and that
together we have many eventful days. Though full well do I know your
way in great part, must be alone."

"That it must be," Merlin advised.

And so the next day and the next he stayed. From everyone and
everywhere great favor was his. King Arthur, too, held much converse
with him and he remembered the first days the lad had come to court
and how he had ordered the herald to send him forth for Sir Launcelot
and Gawaine.

But the day came at last when he and Walker adventured forth. And the
new knight carried no shield for one was awaiting him, a shield that
carried a great cross to signify his seeking. This he was to find at
the convent near Carboneck. So Merlin had advised him.

Two days of journey passed without ontoward event but on the third day
there came to him a yeoman in great woe.

"What grieves you, friend?" asked Walker while Sir Galahad waited.

"Great are my troubles for my master will surely flay me until I die.
I was bringing him his best horse from the castle when a knight
stopped me. Though I told him that the horse was my master's and how
much store he set by it yet did he take the same from me. When I
protested as best I might, he brought his sword upon me and it was
fortune that I was not slain."

"Know you the knight?" asked Sir Galahad kindly.

"Nay, Sir, except that he told me he needed the horse at Calomet."

"I shall go hither. It is but a short journey and you may come with
me. For it does not seem a knightly act, this taking of your master's
horse and it needs explaining."

"I thank you master. For little value though my life may be, I value
it nevertheless," replied the yeoman.

So they went on to Calomet. And when they arrived there the yeoman
most fortunately espied his master's horse.

"Yonder, Sir Knight, is the horse," and he pointed excitedly.

There stood a white horse, truly a beast well worth owning. A
beautiful head, a great body that showed strength and grace, set well
on strong, shapely limbs. A head which its owner held right
fearlessly, yet the eyes of the beast were soft and kindly and
indicated that he could be ridden by child or woman.

"A good beast and well worth fighting for, if need be," said Walker.

"Yet more worthy the fight, if there is need of one, the fact that
this knight we are to meet is so unfair," replied Sir Galahad.

So now they came to the house. Walker and the yeoman dismounted and
went up to the horse, which had been tied but temporarily and was
awaiting its rider.

And as they stood there, there came from within the house a knight who
had espied them.

"What wish you, knaves?" he asked, scowling.

"It is my master who wishes your presence," replied Walker.

"He shall have his wish satisfied," the knight made reply, turning to
Galahad, who was a little further away.

"Do you wish word with me, Sir Knight?" he asked.

"I seek him who claims to be the owner of this horse," replied Sir

"Then you have found him for he is no other than I," was the answer.

"Yet how can he be yours, Sir Knight, if this yeoman claims it is his
master's horse?" Sir Galahad questioned.

"I have made you answer to question that should concern you but
little. What ado wish you to make of it?"

"Only that the horse goes to this yeoman so that he can bring him to
his rightful owner."

The other laughed aloud.

"I wot, strange knight, I wonder well how you can do this thing when I
am here to say you nay. And when my sword is even more severe in
keeping you from boastful attempt."

And then without further parley the knight brought his sword to play.
But sorry adventure this for him and Sir Galahad though still without
shield brought him right quickly to earth. A sorry match was he for
the young knight, so ill matched that Walker smiled in glee at his

The knight now held his peace as Sir Galahad told the yeoman to take
his master's horse and go hence. But he scowled and as Sir Galahad
turned to go he bespoke him.

"Sir Knight, I shall not forget your meddling in what was of no
concern to you. And the day may come when you will regret this deed."

[Illustration: Sir Galahad In The Forest]

"True, Sir Knight," replied Sir Galahad. "I shall have need to make
assurance that my horse is secured so that he may not be stolen." And
laughing and full at ease he left the beaten knight to his surly

Yet as he went the strange yeoman followed him. So that Sir Galahad
turned to him somewhat in amaze.

"I thought that your way was opposite."

"My way, Sir Knight, goes only to yonder turn. Yet before I leave I
make you gift of this horse. He is yours. That was not a true tale as
to who owned this horse. For its true owner is none other than you and
my story such as to test you and find answer to whether you would help
those who are in trouble, though the trouble owner be lowly born. The
horse is sent by friend of yours whose name is not to be related. I
wish you well, Sir Knight."

Much overcome was Sir Galahad at the princely gift, for the horse had
impressed him much.

"Tell you this unknown friend of mine, that I value this gift as
naught else. Tell you too, that I name him the Seeker, in full honor
of my quest."

So then the strange yeoman departed whilst the knight and his faithful
man went on their way.


In Normandy

Of the travels of Sir Galahad, of how he journeyed through many lands
and new scenes, there is much to be told. Ever with him, went his
faithful man, Walker, who served him well and loyally.

Eager was the young knight to reach Normandy of which he had heard
much. So he sailed away and since many rumors held the Grail to be
there he hoped to find it.

In Normandy, a strange land, he met with much adventure, many knights
brave and true, and some who were not. But no sign of the Grail was
there to be had.

On his white horse, the Seeker, he made his way southward, finding
lodging where he could.

It was so, in the first month of his travels, that he came to the
castle of one of the best of Normandy's knights. Of him, Sir Launcelot
had spoken highly; he held him in great esteem, and so had counseled
the youthful knight to make it his purpose to visit him when there.

Sir Guilbert gave him friendly greeting. Many had been his visits to
England, well he knew Sir Launcelot and Sir Percival and the great
King himself. Sir Galahad found his stay a pleasant one; there were
friendly jousts in which he met some of Normandy's worshipful knights.
In all of these he was victor.

Sir Guilbert had full praise for the young knight. There was son of
his, a youth of seventeen, who also admired the newcomer, even as
Allan the boy had admired Sir Launcelot. When his visitor's stay was
drawing to a close, Sir Guilbert spoke of this.

"My son Charles, Sir Galahad, has taken great fancy to you and wishful
am I that you could find it in your plans to take him as page. He is a
quiet lad, sturdy and obedient, you will find. And following wish of
his mother, he knows your English tongue well, for she is Englishborn.
He has made study of Latin too, it seemed for a time that he would
turn to priesthood. But that will not be, and I cannot say that it
finds me regretful. I would have him a true knight, had I my way."

"Your wish, Sir Guilbert, may well be served. But if I may, I should
like first to speak to the lad, before I make answer."

"Faith, and you may. For we should want the lad to satisfy you and
merit your friendship. I shall see to it that you have the chance to
speak with him. It were better, that he know not the reason for your
questioning. Is it not so?"

"It would be best, Sir Guilbert," Sir Galahad replied.

Then the two talked of other things and the young knight questioned
his friend as to the likely whereabouts of the Holy Grail.

"Many rumors have I heard, Sir Galahad. But never actual trace.
Understand you well, my friend. Knights from every land seek this
Grail and I would wish that it were Norman who found it. But if it
cannot be one from my own land, I would it were one from your country.
I fear me, it shall not be easy search, it may lead you far."

"I am well prepared for that," replied the Seeker. "If it were easy to
find, the glory would be so much the less. I can but hope that I shall
have the vision to see it when it is near me."

"I wish you well," Sir Guilbert made answer. "Now let us repair to the
dining hall for the meal waits."

It was after they had eaten that Sir Galahad found the opportunity to
hold speech with the youth, Charles.

He found the lad to be all that his father had said of him.

"What have you wish for, Charles?" he said.

"I should like to journey far and to many places," the boy replied.
"There is much to see and I envy the many who have traveled to foreign

"How then, if you could, would you travel?"

"As a true Norman knight serving God and the Church against all

"Well spoken, lad. But it needs many years and one must learn much to
be a good knight. It is not easy work."

"I know that, Sir Galahad. But I shall not count the years for I am
still young."

More questions the knight asked the lad and he made eager though
respectful answer. It was apparent that he had thought of it for many
a day. But Sir Galahad said never a word to him of the reason for his
questions and left the lad without knowledge of his purpose.

But the next day he spoke to Sir Guilbert and gave him answer.

"I should like the youth as my page. He is the kind I could well use.
And I promise you that he shall come back to you so that neither you
nor his mother shall have reason to be other than proud of him. He
will be of great help to me when I reach Rome for I purpose to journey
there, I know naught of the tongue."

"Have you told the lad, as yet?" the father asked.

"I thought it best that either you or your lady speak first with him
and then will I."

"That is a gracious deed on your part, my knight. And if it bears
fruit or not, I shall indeed be in your debt."

"Not so, Sir Guilbert. For the boy will but have such chance as I was
given by Sir Percival when I was even younger than he."


Sir Galahad Offers Help

It was but a week and a day later that Sir Galahad proceeded further.
With him was the faithful Walker who was overly pleased to be on his
way and also Charles, the young son of Sir Guilbert. Eager was the lad
and highly pleased to go forth with the brave knight.

Sir Galahad had had hopes of meeting Sir Launcelot who had planned to
be in Normandy, and Merlin as well. But he would wait no longer, he
was in no mood to tarry now.

There came a day of storm, fierce was the rain and sleet and the wind
so strong that the knight, and his party found it arduous task to keep
the road. Sir Galahad decided to stop and seek shelter at the first
refuge that they should find.

A little later they came to an old but magnificent castle and in
answer to the summons of Walker, an ancient man appeared.

"What will you?" the old man quavered.

"My master seeks shelter until the storm passes. He is a worshipful
knight. Go you to your master with his request."

The man hobbled within the castle. Soon he returned.

"There is no master here but my mistress bids me welcome the
worshipful knight and beseech his entrance."

So they went within and the old man threw logs on the open fire which
blazed right merrily. Sir Galahad and the two with him made themselves
comfortable. Soon food and drink was brought to them of which they
partook with good grace.

The storm did not subside and night came on.

"Old man," Sir Galahad said to the ancient servitor. "Pay you my
respects to the lady whose hospitality we enjoy and ask that she grace
us with her presence. Tell her that it is Sir Galahad, Knight of the
Round Table, who seeks it."

There came a long wait which left the three a wondering. Then there
came forth a lady who was followed by the ancient servitor. Stately
she was and of noble bearing. Yet it could be seen that she was
fearful and disturbed.

"My lord wished my presence?" she asked and her tone was tremulous.

"I owe you apology for this disturbance," the knight said courteously.
"But we also owe you thanks for your gracious hospitality. There seems
need that we disturb you further since the storm stays and we cannot
proceed as we would. May we find lodging within your walls?"

The lady looked fearfully about.

"I cannot deny you. Truly it is no night to be outdoors. Stay then
and welcome."

Morning found the storm in no wise abated. The lady of the castle did
not appear at the morning meal. But the old man was there to serve
them. He too, seemed much disturbed and made as if to have speech with
Sir Galahad, once or twice.

"What troubles your pate, old man?" Walker finally asked him.

"These are dark days for the house of Sanscourt," the latter replied
and crossed himself.

"Perhaps, good man, it may be within us to lighten them," Sir Galahad
said kindly, "If we can, it may repay in part for your mistress'

"Would that my lady could find it in her to confide in you. For you
seem right friendly, my lord."

"Beseech you her. Tell her that Sir Galahad offers his services if she
has need of them."

The man soon returned.

"My lady thanks you kindly for your offer and she will see you soon,"
he said.

The Knight waited but a few moments when his hostess came into the

"You are gracious, Sir Galahad. I doubt whether there can be any help
for me. Yet I shall tell you my story for there still may be hope for
so wretched a person as myself."

"My lady, it is the duty of all true knights to be of help to those in
distress. Wherefore, I hold but to my knightly vow, in my promise of
service to you."

The Lady Jeanne made no answer, seemingly she had not heard him. Sir
Galahad watched her, saw her look which seemed afar, saw the dark rims
around her eyes. They spoke of many hours of weeping.

Now she turned to him.

"I think, my lord, this storm that seems as if it will not cease has
been sent by God. Strange though it may seem it brings me hope, dim
though that hope may be, yet I treasure it. Little reason for hope
have I had.

"Think me not rude, Sir Galahad, and think not that I question your
valor or skill. But this is task for no lone knight, for my enemy is
strong and powerful. I may be selfish too, in that I draw you into my
troubles but I am like one who drowning, must need snatch at a straw.
And many knights would hesitate long to offer service where the cause
is as hopeless as mine seemingly is. Nor will I blame you or hold you,
if after my story is done, you find no way in which you can help me.

"Listen then and you will see why I count this storm as sign of hope
sent to me."


Lady Jeanne's Story

Two years will it be next month when the Duke of Gascony with fifty
knights went forth on a quest that would take them to far Eastern
lands. Of these fifty, Sir Vilard, my husband, was one.

"He left with me, my son Ambrose, my daughter Helene and two
servitors, old men who could not go with him. It was in a good and
holy cause so I had no tears for him to see. Rather did I bid him
Godspeed and a safe and quick return.

"You see me alone now. Two years, and I have neither son, nor
daughter, nor husband. Did I know they were dead, bitter would be my
woe yet would I count God's mercies many, His ways strange, but not
for any mortal to question. But I do not know that. They would have me
believe my husband dead. Ambrose went forth one day and I have had no
word of him since then. And my daughter is lodged within prison walls
waiting the whim of Sir Dolphus who holds her in his power.

"They tell me that my husband perished with the Duke and all but three
of the knights that went forth with him. And that before he died he
sent word that it was his wish that I permit Sir Dolphus to marry our
daughter. Yet do I know that Sir Dolphus is already lawfully wedded to
a wife whom he would discard. Knowing my husband as I do, I could not
believe such to be his message. So I withstood the pleadings of this
knight until his pleadings turned to bitter threats.

"He would make himself Duke of Gascony. And when I would not listen to
him, his pleadings or threats, he came here one day with two other
knights and professed to abide by such decision as I had made. They
dined with us. Ambrose, my son, was away that day.

"Enough to say that they stole my daughter from me. This old man you
see and the other, Albert, were clubbed to earth, the one to death. I
tried so hard to resist them but my hand was weak.

"When Ambrose returned, I could not keep him. He went forth to rescue
his sister. Poor lad, I have had no word from him since then. Is he
dead? Did they kill him? I have sent for word, have begged that they
tell me what fate has befallen him but they profess not to know.

"I have heard that the Church will not sanction his marriage to
Helene. Nor will it permit Sir Dolphus to annul the marriage with his
wife. A good priest also tells me that Sir Dolphus has set his black
heart upon marrying my poor Helene so that he can then lawfully own
all this land and estate that belongs to us. It will be small matter
to rid himself of me and I fain would not wish to live were it not
that I still have hope.

"My lord, I have hoped so much. Until my very hope turned black for
never was there any one so helpless against the power of this wicked
man. I dread the coming of each day and yet mixed with my dread there
still is ever present that one small hope which will not be killed.

"I think I would have died but for this small hope," she added
wistfully. She paused now and seemed lost in the dark thoughts that
possessed her.

"All of them gone. Not one of them to remain with me."

"Sir Galahad," she turned to him. "It is not a pretty story. I seem to
be encompassed with tragedy. I would not include you in my woes, you
have other missions, other work ahead. And though you have the valor
and strength of ten, it would count for so little."

"My lady," the knight replied. "What use would such valor be, if I had
it, if I did not but use it for its full worth? Could I be a true
knight and not heed the call your sorrow brings? I can but try to help
you. And that, I swear, I will."

A light shone in the lady's eye. "I was not wrong to hope. Even now I
feel that succor must come. Your words, dear knight, give me strength.
Surely then, the storm has brought me some ray of that hope I speak

"I shall devise some plan," Sir Galahad said, "wherein we can make
rescue of your daughter, and find out the fate of your son."

The Knight's thoughts were deep for many minutes. "Did this Sir
Dolphus say where your husband met his death?"

"Near Lombardy," she replied.

"If I succeed here, my lady, I shall continue my way to Rome. From
there I shall journey north and seek news of your husband. It may be
that he is not dead. Dead or alive, you at least will know.

"Tomorrow, if the day clears, we shall turn to the work before us. It
seems a hard task but as I have said, we can but try. In the meantime,
my Lady Jeanne, have courage and keep your patience."

So Galahad left her. But Walker stayed.

"Lady, I would but add my humble word of cheer. In all of England, of
all the Knights of the Round Table, there is none who equals my master
in skill and bravery. I tell you this so that you may know how worthy
your champion is. Would that he had but one other with him and I
would not care what odds were against him."

"And who, my man, is that other?"

"Sir Launcelot," Walker made reply.

"I thank you for telling me of Sir Galahad. It adds to the hope I have
and the courage he bids me possess."


Sir Launcelot Arrives

The day dawned bright and clear. But it brought to Sir Galahad no plan
for the rescue of the daughter of his hostess.

My lady came down to the breakfast table greatly cheered, as was plain
to be seen. Sir Galahad had not the heart to tell her that as yet he
had found no way for the rescue of her daughter. Instead he said.

"It seems to me that there is one thing I can but do. I shall seek
this knight's castle and wait for such event there as may befall. Luck
may come my way. But I promise you this, my lady, I shall make no rash
or fruitless attempt at rescue. Rash acts may well come after the
rescue of your daughter, not before."

The Lady Jeanne agreed. So then immediately after the meal Walker, and
the page Charles prepared the things they would need for the journey.

"I go forth to prepare the horses, young master. Will you see to these
things here?" So spoke Walker and when Charles agreed he hurried

[Illustration: Suddenly They Made For Each Other]

Hardly had he reached there, however, when he saw two horsemen coming
toward him. His trained eye easily recognized them. One could be no
other than Sir Launcelot. Only he sat his horse so. And the rider with
him was Gouvernail, he who had been squire to Sir Tristram until that
brave knight had died and who now was in the service of Sir Launcelot.

"By my faith," spoke out Walker to the empty air. He rubbed his eyes.
Yes, it was they.

"A wish come true," was all he could think of. And then he danced
first on one foot, then on the other, uncertain whether to rush to
meet the advancing horsemen or to run inside and advise his master.
His uncertainty ended only when he was indoors again.

"Master, master, come you here," he called. "See who comes," he
shouted gleefully.

Sir Galahad came toward him. But not as quick as the eager, youthful
Charles. After them all, came the Lady Jeanne.

"It is Launcelot, by my faith," Sir Galahad shouted gleefully. "He was
to meet me in Normandy and has followed close on my heels. What luck!"
And he waved to the approaching knight who returned the salute and
increased his speed.

The Lady Jeanne turned questioning eyes to the squire, who nodded

"My lady," Sir Galahad turned to her. "Now you may well have hope and
faith. And well may you give us your blessing for we shall bring your
daughter to you, have no fear."

So spoke the knight whose faith in Sir Launcelot's prowess was most

Now the approaching knight came up to them.

"Good Allan," he said still calling his friend by the name of his
boyhood. "I have traveled through a day of storm to catch up with you.
Until I am sure that this knave here is prepared to seek a master who
would be saner and more considerate."

"Not so," replied Gouvernail, "for I was no less the anxious."

"You come in good time, dear friend. For never were you more needed.
There is work ahead for us, serious work. This lady here needs our
help. She is sore distressed. But let her meet you."

So the Lady Jeanne met Sir Launcelot. And once again the tale of her
plight was revealed. And even as Sir Launcelot listened, the plan of
what to do came to Sir Galahad. But he kept his tongue until his
friend was fully informed and had in turn had time to question their

Charles stood close to his master, whose arm encircled him as if it
would include him in all of it. A little in the background stood the
two squires who were close friends and old comrades. Gouvernail's
interest was keen.

So when the tale was done, Sir Galahad turned to his friend and said
"Know you perchance where Merlin is?"

"We left him behind us. His old bones could not risk yesterday's
storm. But he promised me that he would follow when it cleared and so
he is but a day behind. But have you a plan, Allan?"

"It has but just come to me--this possible plan. It may be that he can
be emissary from Arthur to the Duke of Gascony for such purpose as may
be devised. And we go with him as knights. We _know not_, of
course, that a pretender sits where the Duke of Gascony should. And I
fancy that this Dolphus will be right well pleased to welcome us and
if we seemingly appear not too scrupulous ourselves we can worm the
story from him and act thereon."

"It can be done, if the plan is well thought out. Only dear lad, I
doubt whether thy face will not count against you in any pretended
villainy. Think you not so, madame?"

The Lady Jeanne smiled. It was strange to see her smile but it gave
proof that she was lighter hearted.

"I think that Sir Dolphus is not the kind to think that there are any
who hold aught but villianous thoughts," she replied.

"So then, we must need delay until Merlin comes."

"Think you the king will be provoked at our use of him and his court?"
Sir Galahad asked.

"Aye, that I do. Provoked that he was not with us to share in the
adventure." Launcelot laughingly replied.

"Lady," Sir Launcelot addressed her in a moment's pause. "You had
little need to worry when this knight became your champion. He is
overly modest. Gladly shall I help him."

"God is good," the Lady Jeanne replied brokenly. "And He has placed me
and my troubles in godly hands." And then she wept. And it seemed as
if like a spring freshet, her thoughts, soul, and heart, were cleared
and cleansed.


A Rescue

"I seek speech with him who is Duke of Gascony. I bring him a message
from Arthur, King of England." So spoke Merlin as he stood at the
entrance of the great and splendid castle of the ruler of Gascony.

By his side were the two knights, Galahad and Launcelot. The page
Charles stood close by and somewhat behind them were the two squires,
Walker and Gouvernail.

"From England's king?" the Gascon knight questioned. And made as if
he would further satisfy his curiosity. But changed his mind.

"I pray you wait, good sir, until I tell my lord, your message." So
then he went within the great hall.

"A rash adventure, say I," and Merlin shook his head dolefully.

"You were ever a croaker, good Merlin," replied Sir Launcelot. "See
not the thing so dolefully, I pray you."

"And think of the worth of what we accomplish," added Sir Galahad.
"Here now comes the Gascon with his answer, I see. Let us listen to
what he says."

"We bid you welcome to Gascony and pray you to come within. My master
sends his greetings and awaits you."

They followed then their guide and so came within the great hall of
state where Sir Dolphus awaited them.

"Come you from England?" he asked.

"That we do," replied Merlin, "and carry a message for the Duke."

"There is no Duke of Gascony. He is dead. But I, by the will of all
the nobles of the land, rule in place. If you have message from
England's king honor is mine to receive it."

"That message will I deliver right gladly. My king has long desired to
come to Gascony and to other countries in France. So has he sent me
forth to find first, how welcome will his visit be, second, as you may
well understand, that such country as may come within his plans may
worthy be his presence. For England's king must hold his honor and
his presence at their royal worth.

"So come I to this brave land the which my king has heard well spoken
and which he holds in high esteem. I find it sad news that he who
reigned is dead, yet Gascony cannot suffer if you, most worshipful
sir, rule instead."

Now did the crafty Dolphus find himself quick to see the worth to him
of such a visit from the great king of England who was held in high
esteem everywhere. If Arthur were to visit him then could none
question his pretense to the throne. Too, were such visit soon, there
would be need for him to be declared Duke of Gascony at once, so that
Arthur could be met in royal state.

"Gascony, good sir, would welcome your king. And count it honor to
receive him with all the honors due so great a name. When does your
master plan to come?"

"Shortly, sir, after I make my return to England and make report. For
he hopes also to visit Rome and pay homage to His Holiness, the Pope."

When he heard this, Sir Dolphus urged the emissaries of England's king
to tarry awhile in Gascony.

"So that, kind sirs, you find our friendship for your master, such as
may befit his visit to us. Greatly do we desire him to come and we
would wish your report to be a kindly one. So find you welcome here.
We shall eat, drink and be merry."

So the party made itself at home. Sir Dolphus soon took great fancy to
Sir Launcelot who proved a merry soul and the two spent many hours

"I would count it fortunate, Sir Launcelot, were you knight of this
court. For I need friends such as you."

"Rather, I fancy, is the need otherwise. For the Duke of Gascony's
friendship is no small thing and many there are who would hold it high
honor. Of friends, you should have many." So the knight made
flattering answer.

"Aye, but you know not. There are those who would believe that the
dead duke lives and who though silent, yet are sullen over my rightful
claim to take his place. And I find the Church of little help to me.
Though I have offered it many gifts, and promised it great riches, yet
will it oppose my will."

"Does the Church object to you as Duke?" Sir Launcelot questioned. "I
see not why."

"Nay, 'tis not as Duke but in other matters."

Caution seemed to overcome Sir Dolphus for many minutes. But he had
great desire to confide in this friendly knight whose good will he

"Art thou married, Sir Launcelot?" he asked.

"A strange question, my friend. Yet do I find my happiness in the
single blessedness which is at present mine."

"Yet is marriage a most convenient thing sometime. 'Twould be for me
at present."

"Say you, _'twould be?_ Yet, if I mistake not, have I heard that
that blessed state is already yours. Though no sign have I seen as
yet, of the Lady Dolphus.

"Aye, friend, married am I, worse the pity. And when I ask the Church
to annul this unhappy state, and give it many gifts, still does it
turn stubborn over such a little thing."

"What harm therein, my friend? Since that the lady is not with you?"
Friendly was Sir Launcelot's tone and right sympathetic.

"Aye, there I come back to what I have said--about marriage being most
convenient at times. For would they annul the marriage I could then
marry again, one who owns vast estate. And that would make me all
powerful in Gascony."

Such laughter as shook the frame of Sir Launcelot. Nor was it

"A great rogue you," he spoke pleasantly. "Off with the old and on
with the new. Is it not so? And I fancy the new is also right young or
I am greatly mistaken? Eh?"

Great was Sir Launcelot's hilarity. Nor did the other take offense

"I care little as to her youth or not. But I do care for the estate
that goes with her," replied Sir Dolphus.

"She must like you greatly, to be willing?"

"Hardly could I say, she's that. But that would be small matter if I
could but get the Church to sanction the deed. Yet have I hope that
if I could get your king's goodwill, he could persuade the Pope on his
visit to Rome. And there, good friend, you could help me greatly and
well would I repay such kindness."

Not once did Sir Launcelot permit the hot temper within him to be
unloosed. Played he so well with the wicked knight that it was but a
few days thereafter Sir Dolphus invited him to visit with him the
young damsel who was kept within prison walls. Never once did the
knight demur or permit the other to think that he did not sympathize
and agree with his plans.

As they walked away from the prison door, he turned to the other.
"Strange that she should be all alone. Has she no one who would make
you trouble?"

"Her father went forth with the Duke and others among us to the land
of the infidels. On our way back, in Lombardy, our small force was
overcome by disaster. But three of us escaped, I know not what
happened to the others. Then it was, I decided to possess the land of
the Sanscourt and told the Lady Jeanne that her husband wished and
commanded that her daughter Helene marry me. But she would have none
of this. So that I had to steal the damsel. And when her brother came
here to rescue her, we overcame the helpless youth. He would not have
lived had I my way, but the others would not permit that and so we
have him safely lodged in the dungeon below and I fancy he will not
abuse our hospitality for long."

That night Sir Launcelot spoke to the others and told what he had
heard. Great was his rage, which he had curbed so well when in the
presence of the other.

"I would," Merlin spoke in great gloom, "that we were well out of

"We can be well out of it when the youth and girl are also safely
out," Sir Galahad replied and there was a stern look in his eye.
"Tomorrow we shall find the dungeon place. Then will we act quickly.
But also we must see to it that this false knight receives his just
deserts. Is it not so, Launcelot?"

"Tomorrow, it shall be," the other replied. "And I myself, shall deal
with this Sir Dolphus, for I have had to listen to his foulness
without demur."

So they planned. And the next day, Sir Galahad professed a great
desire to see the whole of the castle. And so was shown in due course
the great dungeon and saw there, the weak and spent lad, Ambrose.

That night, Sir Dolphus and Sir Launcelot went by themselves to the
chamber of the former to make merry. And there, Sir Dolphus who
counted the other's sympathy as beyond doubt, told more of his knavish
plots. Until the listener sick with listening turned to him in the
quiet and secrecy of the great chamber and said in stern tones.

"Sir Dolphus, I would advise you to pray now. For you die in three

Nor did the other mistake the voice, the tone. Nor even make pretense
to misunderstand. Instead he made as if to raise a great shout. But
found the other's mighty hand closed over his foul mouth so that his
call for aid was unuttered. And the hand remained there--even as the
owner forced him to his knees with no great effort.

"Pray, if you will. Your time is almost gone."

But the wretch groaned and squirmed and tried to escape the hold that
held viselike over him.

It was five minutes later that Sir Launcelot left the room. There was
a grim, fixed look on his face that few had ever seen before.

He joined the others. And then while [he] and Gouvernail went to the
prison chamber of the damsel, Helene, and rescued her with little
effort, Sir Galahad went down to the dungeon door and there overcame
the guard with ease and opened the door wide with the keys obtained.
And Walker carried the weak lad to the entrance door and so they
joined the others.

So then Sir Galahad and Sir Launcelot with the two squires went for
and obtained their horses, without suspicion. With the two they had
rescued, the whole party rode forth from the castle. And but for the
outcry of the guards at the gate which they forced them to open wide,
they had no one to cope with.

Forth they road swiftly, Merlin carrying the young girl and Charles
supporting the boy, leaving the others free to ride behind and meet
such pursuers as might come.

But none pursued.

"I think they will find a task on hand to care for the other prisoners
the open dungeon door unloosed," Sir Galahad said.

"And with the wonder over Sir Dolphus," Sir Launcelot added and his
look was far away.

A day later found them at the castle of Sanscourt. Happy was my Lady
Jeanne over the return of her dear children and grateful, too. It did
not take long for them to prepare to go forth to England with Sir
Launcelot and Merlin.

So they bade each the other goodbye. And as they went forth, Sir
Galahad watching them go, said to the Lady Jeanne,

"Still hope, my lady. For I shall bring or send you word of Sir
Vilard, good or bad."

"I shall never cease to hope, Sir Galahad. And I shall pray for you,
each day until you return."


Facing the East

So then the trio turned toward the East seeking but never finding that
all elusive Grail which seemed ever ahead of them. Strange lands they
passed through and it left them with wonderment at the bigness of the
world in which they lived.

For Sir Galahad and for the boy Charles, each day brought the wonder
of new things to see. For Walker, the Squire, though he would not make
confession to his master, there grew the wish to see again the
pleasant green of England's shore. None of the wonders of these
strange lands held allure for him, since they but proved England's
greater worth.

But when twitted by his master he would make no confession of his

"Nay master. I am a man and would hold it weak whimsy to let yearning
for my home land encompass me. I go where you will and soon enough
will I make return to our home shores."

And the Grail, Symbol of Honor, of Faith, of Service and of Piety! No
nearer to the finding did the young knight appear to be. Even so, the
zest for it, the need for finding it stayed ever with him.

So he reached Rome and stayed in it for many days. Many strangers
were there from many lands but few who knew of the Holy Grail. And
none who could tell him where it could be found.

"I would seek, were I you, in the Holy Land," said one pious man.
While still another thought so holy a thing would never be permitted
to go so far as England and that the knight's search was fruitless.

From Rome Sir Galahad went north to Lombardy in search of news of Sir
Vilard. Long was his search here but not hopeless. Nor need we make
record of how at last he found that the Gascon was not dead but
imprisoned with some of the other knights of that ill fated group. And
when ransom was agreed to he returned to Rome and sent a message to
Sir Launcelot by a friendly English knight to find the Lady Jeanne and
have sent to him the ransom desired.

Months passed. Then came Ambrose and with him the gold for the freedom
of his father and his companions. So that they were free. Only then
did Sir Galahad go on.

He reached the Holy Land in company with others, men who came there to
pay reverence, men who came to repent of many sins, men who ever
restless must journey everywhere. And on the way he had gained the
friendship of an old priest whose journey he had made somewhat the
lighter by such help as youth may offer old age.

The priest had been greatly interested in the mission of the knight.
Many were his questions, of where Sir Galahad had traveled, how far he
purposed to journey in his search.

"My journeys shall not cease, good father, until I have found the
Grail. For so have I set my whole life that I may find it. And time
counts not. Though I wish it could be found right soon for then may I
turn my face to England." Since Sir Galahad had spoken of Yosalinde,
the priest understood.

"What then, Sir Knight, makes you think you will find the Grail in far
lands?" the priest asked.

"It must need be so, since were it nearer home it would have been
found long since."

To which the priest made no answer.

Days later, when they were gathered about again he told the story of
Elam, the son of Anner, who had a great desire to gain wisdom and

"So then, young friends, he started out to learn from all the founts
of wisdom. Far he traveled and much he learned."

And then the reverend man gave long account of the places to which
Elam had gone and the things he had learned. It was a tale of many
years and it took time in the telling.

"Then when he had learned much of the wisdom of the then world and had
gained in knowledge, he returned home. And when he was there but a few
days, lo, he found that yet had his father Anner, greater knowledge
than he and wisdom more profound. And he knew this now, returned home
from all his sojournings. Nor would he have known this unless he had
traveled far, for my sons, it was in this way that he gained the
vision to see. Of a truth, it was then that he knew that his father
was wisest of men and well could he learn from him."

"I have not heard of this man Elam, before," Sir Galahad said. "Yet
had he great need to travel, if he gained this vision to see."

"True and well spoken, Sir Knight," replied the priest and watched him



Still further did Sir Galahad have a mind to travel but he found from
learned men that to go further East was to travel into uncertainties
which few had ventured before him. Nor would he have paused even
then, were it not that he realized well that little likelihood was
there for the Lost Grail to be found in the far East.

So he turned his face west again. Slowly he made his way home. There
were days now, he misdoubted the success of his search and he
questioned his own worthiness.

After months and months of travel he reached France once again. When
he came to Gascony he found the rightful ruler on the throne and the
house of Sanscourt, well and happy. Great was the welcome given the
knight by the happy family and a great feast was held for them. The
Lady Jeanne was radiant with the happiness which had returned after
seeming desertion.

"We owe you much, Sir Galahad," said Sir Vilard, "so very much that it
is beyond repayment."

"Mine and Sir Launcelot's was the joy of service, my lord. That you
must well understand."

When they reached Normandy, Charles was given a happy reception. He
had grown, and had profited well by his travels and service to Sir
Galahad whom he would not leave now. For he hoped to be made a knight
by him. In Normandy, Sir Galahad stayed for more than a month. He had
acquired great fame because of his travels and deeds yet did he find
small pleasure in this for the great purpose of his journeys had

It was on a day just before he was to return to England. He had
mounted the Seeker and without companion had gone forth for the
morning. His thoughts were of the Grail, of his great wish to find it,
and ever with his thoughts the wish to prove to Yosalinde that it was
in him to find it. Well he knew that she would understand his desire
even though he could not bring to her the fulfillment of that desire.

"Yet who am I to find myself disheartened. I must not question, keep
ever seeking." So he thought to himself and gave no heed to where the
Seeker carried him.

Nor did it seem strange to the knight that he found himself in a
narrow path of the woods and before him the strange monk who had first
given him urge to seek the Holy Grail.

"I greet you, holy father. Nor can I say to you that I have yet proven
worthy of the finding of that which I have long sought."

"Yet have you traveled far, my son. Is it not so?"

"Far and to many lands, holy sir. But nowhere have I found that which
brought me nearer to it."

"Too, I know how worthy of the finding you are. Well have you kept
your purpose high, knightly have your deeds been?"

"Holy father, I have but tried. Ever have I kept your words before me.
And deem it all worth the while, even though it end with my not
finding the Grail. For, father, this will I always say, that joy has
there been in the seeking."

"Think you then, my son, you will not find it?" the monk asked.

"I know not, father. Think me not grown tired of the search. Think not
that I complain that the search is long or arduous. I shall go on
seeking where the call may lead me. And ever seek to be worthy of
finding it. He who decides all things shall decide as to that. Nor
will He find me ever questioning. For this I have found. God is good
and His ways are ever for the best."

"Glad am I to hear that the search goes on. My blessing goes with you.
Well have I kept the count of all the days of your journeyings and
great is my pride in you. So son, seek on for who can tell what the
morrow brings."

Then the holy man left him. Yet Sir Galahad did not go until long
after sundown. And when he did, doubled was the strength of his

And on the morrow he was on his way to England.


The Beggar And The Grail

England to Charles, was indeed strange but so much had Walker spoken
thereof that he looked forward to seeing it as if it were his native
land. The joy of Walker at its nearness, though he tried to hide it
under pretended calm was yet a thing quite obvious to Sir Galahad and
the boy and much did it amuse them.

"Of all the fair lands we have passed through, have you yet found none
that pleased you more, good Walker?" the knight asked him.

"There is but one heaven, my master and there is but one England,"
replied Walker.

"Then must I confess my sorrow at keeping you this long time from
heaven," said his master with mock regret.

"Nay, master, one can only know heaven when one has seen all the other
places. Too, I care not even for England when my master is not there."

"Kind words, good Walker. And spoke I ten times as kindly, yet could I
not do justice to how much you have counted and how well. Will I say
this, that I find it sweet to know that we are so near to England's
shores and that it is but a few days when we shall again find
ourselves at home. I would see all our friends, the good king, Sir
Percival, Sir Gareth, Sir Launcelot and the others. This wind that
fills these sails cannot blow too strong for me."

Well did the wind hold yet did it seem as if the next days were over
long. At last they were but a half day from the great castle of King

Now as they rode, adventure there had been none since they had left
Normandy, they were stopped by a strange beggar who sought alms. Sick
did he seem, ragged and wretched, and as if life could hold but little
for him. It was the selfsame beggar they had passed when they started
on their journey.

"Good master, I starve. Charity I seek."

Now though, Sir Galahad was impatient to reach the castle, yet did he
stop for the poor wretch drew his pity.

"What will you, my man?"

"Food, if you have it, Sir Knight. Such help as you can give so low a
thing as me."

So then without further ado, he bade Walker feed the knave, which the
latter did, grumbling at the delay the same must cause. Then, the
knight spoke kindly again to the beggar and gave him some silver.

"Master," the beggar said. "The Lord will bless you, for you found
time for so wretched a soul as me. Far have you traveled, many of high
degree have found it honor to hold speech with you. So great a knight
as you and yet have you had time for the beggar on the road.

"Honor have you shown, Faith have you ever had. Service have you
rendered. This day you prove that you have Piety and Charity. So then
for your food and for your silver and your kind words and the spirit
behind it all, I pay you now. Here, then is the Grail. Long sought in
many lands, in many places, yet was it always near at home."

"The Grail? Here, where I never thought to see it. And a beggar to
possess it. Aye, even the lowliest possesses riches."

Mixed were the knight's emotions nor could he voice the thoughts and
the feelings within him. While nearby the two with him watched it all
in awed silence.

"Aye, Sir Galahad. Think not that your search in far lands was
fruitless. Rather was it the caldron in which your worth was seasoned.
Yet will this fact ever remain--that one need not travel far to find
Honor, Faith, Service and Piety. For these are ever near."

"I am like Elam who went everywhere and found that what he sought was
near at home."

"True, good knight. This day shall be a great day for England, for
through the worth of one of its knights, the Grail stays here. Go you
then, for word will already be at the Round Table that Sir Galahad
comes with the Grail."

"Strange man, I know not what to say. Dear is the possession of this
precious vessel to me. Long have I sought it. And to find it to have
been so near at home stirs mixed and wondrous feelings within me. So I
can but go and if I fail to say the thing I should, forgive me."

The knight, Charles and Walker as well, found themselves kneeling to
receive the benediction of this strange man who was both beggar and
holy man. And when they looked up again he was gone.

"Thought I," said Walker, "that that day, my master found this Grail
there would be great doings, that there would be great combats.
Instead of which a seeming beggar has it to give us. Verily, it is far
beyond me."

And the good squire scratched his head in great puzzlement.



We find our story now near ended. We can well see the great welcome
given the still youthful knight as he entered the great hall. There
was King Arthur in high good humor. About him stood many of the
knights of the Round Table, and among them Sir Galahad saw his many
friends. And as the young knight stood there there came to him the
memory of that first day and the wondrous hope he had had now come

In all the hall none was so happy as that brave and noble hearted
knight, Sir Launcelot. Well pleased he was. Merlin was there, also
well content. And there, when they sat down to the great feast spread
out for them, Sir Galahad told the story of his search or the Grail. A
long tale it was for they would hear it all. To it they listened in
silence, without interruption, until he had done.

Though he showed it not, the young knight was eager to be free of all
these friends. For he had great desire to hasten to the home of Sir
Percival. He knew from what Sir Percival told him, Yosalinde would he
there. Yet could he not leave until the late afternoon.

Swiftly did the Seeker take him there. Eagerly he sought the sight of
the castle as if in seeing that, he would also see this damsel who had
helped so much to give him the great purpose of his search. But it was
not until he had entered within, that he saw her.

So we draw the curtain and leave you to suppose the joy and the
gladness of this welcome. And though to each the finding of the Holy
Grail was of high importance yet they spoke not of that but of other
things for many an hour until the sun had gone down and darkness had

Wonderful was the picture Sir Galahad had carried of his lady, yet he
found the real presence far dearer. Of the things they talked, one was
the future and what it meant to both of them.

We leave them then. High the moon shines, the stars are everywhere. It
is a wonderful night, soft the gentle breeze. Such a night as each
had pictured for their first meeting.

Charles, the Norman lad, had his wish come true in good time, when Sir
Galahad made him a knight. Then the new knight made his way back to
Normandy. It was his children's children who made their way in later
days to England and settled there.

The deeds of the brave knights of the Round Table continued great and
glorious. Sir Galahad, Sir Launcelot, Sir Percival and the others
upheld the honor of King Arthur's court. And never did Sir Galahad
lower the banner of his great house.

Honor, Faith, Service and Piety.


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