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IN THE COURT OF KING ARTHUR

by Samuel E. Lowe

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter

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

WHO WAS KING ARTHUR?

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

century.

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.

CHAPTER ONE

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

thrust.

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

it?"

"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

liege."

"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."

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

knight."

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

offset."

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

pride.

"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."

CHAPTER TWO

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

king.

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

these."

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

knights."

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.

CHAPTER THREE

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

ransom."

"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

Gawaine.

"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

Launcelot."

"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.

CHAPTER FOUR

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

year.

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

again."

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."

CHAPTER FIVE

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

Guenever."

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

King.

"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.

Speak."

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

King."

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

suffices."

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."

CHAPTER SIX

Yosalinde

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

news.

"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

themselves.

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.

CHAPTER SEVEN

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

wrestling.

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

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

Percival.

"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

hurt.

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

forward.

"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

skillful."

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

heard.

"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

Tristram."

"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

affection.

CHAPTER EIGHT

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.