"William continued his wonderful archery" (_Patten Wilson_) 232 Adam Bell writes the letter (_Patten Wilson_) 234 The fight at the gate (_Patten Wilson_) 238 William of Cloudeslee and his son (_Patten Wilson_) 244 "Wait for me seven years, dear wife" (_Byam Shaw_) 252 "The King blew a loud note on his bugle" (_W. H. Margetson, R.I._) 268 "Now you have released me from the spell completely" (_W. H. Margetson, R.I._) 282 Queen Godhild prays ever for her son Horn (_Patten Wilson_) 288 Horn kills the Saracen Leader (_Patten Wilson_) 298 Horn and his followers disguised as minstrels (_Patten Wilson_) 312 "Little John caught the horse by the bridle" (_Patten Wilson_) 316 "I have no money worth offering" (_Patten Wilson_) 320 "Sir Richard knelt in courteous salutation" (_Patten Wilson_) 324 "Much shot the monk to the heart" (_Patten Wilson_) 330 "Her pleading won relief for them" (_Gertrude Demain Hammond, R.I._) 334 Alftruda (_Gertrude Demain Hammond, R.I._) 340 Hereward and the Princess (_Gertrude Demain Hammond, R.I._) 344 Hereward and Sigtryg (_Gertrude Demain Hammond, R.I._) 348 INTRODUCTION The writer who would tell again for people of the twentieth century the legends and stories that delighted the folk of the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries finds himself confronted with a vast mass of material ready to his hand. Unless he exercises a wise discrimination and has some system of selection, he becomes lost in the mazes of as enchanted a land, "Where Truth and Dream walk hand in hand,"[1] as ever bewildered knights of old in days of romance. Down all the dimly lighted pathways of mediæval literature mystical figures beckon him in every direction; fairies, goblins, witches, knights and ladies and giants entice him, and unless, like Theseus of old, he follows closely his guiding clue, he will find that he reaches no goal, attains to no clear vision, achieves no quest. He will remain spell-bound, captivated by the Middle Ages--