The arming of the knight

The knight bore no helm nor hauberk, neither gorget nor breast-plate,

neither shaft nor buckler to smite nor to shield, but in one hand he had

a holly-bough, that is greenest when the groves are bare, and in his

other an axe, huge and uncomely, a cruel weapon in fashion, if one would

picture it. The head was an ell-yard long, the metal all of green steel

and gold, the blade burnished bright, with a broad edge, as well shapen

to shear as a sharp razor. The steel was set into a strong staff, all

bound round with iron, even to the end, and engraved with green in

cunning work. A lace was twined about it, that looped at the head, and

all adown the handle it was clasped with tassels on buttons of bright

green richly broidered.

The knight halted in the entrance of the hall, looking to the high daïs,

and greeted no man, but looked ever upwards; and the first words he

spake were, “Where is the ruler of this folk? I would gladly look upon

that hero, and have speech with him.” He cast his eyes on the knights,

and mustered them up and down, striving ever to see who of them was of

most renown.

Then was there great gazing to behold that chief, for each man marvelled

what it might mean that a knight and his steed should have even such a

hue as the green grass; and that seemed even greener than green enamel

on bright gold. All looked on him as he stood, and drew near unto him

wondering greatly what he might be; for many marvels had they seen, but

none such as this, and phantasm and faërie did the folk deem it.

Therefore were the gallant knights slow to answer, and gazed astounded,

and sat stone still in a deep silence through that goodly hall, as if a

slumber were fallen upon them. I deem it was not all for doubt, but some

for courtesy that they might give ear unto his errand.

Then Arthur beheld this adventure before his high daïs, and knightly he

greeted him, for discourteous was he never. “Sir,” he said, “thou art

welcome to this place—lord of this hall am I, and men call me Arthur.

Light thee down, and tarry awhile, and what thy will is, that shall we

learn after.”

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