The Story of King Arthur and his KnightsPyle, Howard
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The Story of King Arthur and his Knights
Pyle, Howard
Arthur, King -- Legends; Arthurian romances -- Adaptations; Folklore -- England; Knights and knighthood -- Folklore
And King Arthur said, “I will spare thee and I will do more than that.
For now that thou hast yielded thyself unto me, lo! I will restore unto
thee thy power and estate. For I bear no ill-will toward thee,
Pellinore, ne’theless, I can brook no rebels against my power in this
realm. For, as God judges me, I do declare that I hold singly in my
sight the good of the people of my kingdom. Wherefore, he who is against
me is also against them, and he who is against them is also against me.
But now a pledge of thy good faith toward me in the future, I shall
require it of thee that thou shalt send me as hostage of thy good-will,
thy two eldest sons, to wit: Sir Aglaval and Sir Lamorack. Thy young
son, Dornar, thou mayest keep with thee for thy comfort.”
So those two young knights above mentioned came to the Court of King
Arthur, and they became very famous knights, and by and by were made
fellows in great honor of the Round Table.
And King Arthur and King Pellinore went together into the castle of King
Pellinore, and there King Pellinore’s wounds were dressed and he was
made comfortable. That night King Arthur abode in the castle of King
Pellinore, and when the next morning had come, he and Merlin returned
unto the Court of the King, where it awaited him in the forest at that
place where he had established it.
* * * * *
[Sidenote: _How King Arthur rode through the forest with great joy and
delight._]
Now King Arthur took very great pleasure unto himself as he and Merlin
rode together in return through that forest; for it was the leafiest
time of all the year, what time the woodlands decked themselves in their
best apparel of clear, bright green. Each bosky dell and dingle was full
of the perfume of the thickets, and in every tangled depth the small
bird sang with all his might and main, and as though he would burst his
little throat with the melody of his singing. And the ground beneath the
horses’ feet was so soft with fragrant moss that the ear could not hear
any sound of hoof-beats upon the earth. And the bright yellow sunlight
came down through the leaves so that all the ground was scattered over
with a great multitude of trembling circles as of pure yellow gold. And,
anon, that sunlight would fall down upon the armed knight as he rode, so
that every little while his armor appeared to catch fire with a great
glory, shining like a sudden bright star amid the dark shadows of the
woodland.
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