Stories from Le Morte D'Arthur and the Mabinogion eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 181 pages of information about Stories from Le Morte D'Arthur and the Mabinogion.

Stories from Le Morte D'Arthur and the Mabinogion eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 181 pages of information about Stories from Le Morte D'Arthur and the Mabinogion.
I have ever seen.  At the castle gate I espied a man of right noble mien, who greeted me courteously, and bade me enter.  So as we sat at supper, he inquired of my journey and the quest I followed, and I told him how I sought but adventure, and whether, perchance, I might encounter one stronger than myself.  Then the lord of the castle smiled and said:  ’I can bring you to such an one, if ye would rather that I showed you your disadvantage than your advantage.’  And when I questioned him further, he replied:  ’Sleep here this night, and to-morrow I will show you such an one as ye seek.’  So I rested that night, and with the dawn I rose and took my leave of the lord of the castle, who said to me:  ’If ye will persevere in your quest, follow the path to the head of the glade, and ascend the wooded steep until ye come to an open space in the forest, with but one great tree in its midst.  Under the tree is a fountain, and beside it a marble slab to which is chained a silver bowl.  Take a bowlful of water and dash it upon the slab, and presently there will appear a knight spurring to encounter with you.  If ye flee, he will pursue, but if ye overcome him, there exists none in this world whom ye need fear to have ado with.’

“Forthwith I departed, and following these directions, I came at last to such a space as he described, with the tree and fountain in its midst.  So I took the bowl and dashed water from the fountain upon the marble slab, and, on the instant, came a clap of thunder so loud as near deafened me, and a storm of hailstones the biggest that ever man saw.  Scarce was I recovered from my confusion, when I saw a knight galloping towards me.  All in black was he, and he rode a black horse.  Not a word we spoke, but we dashed against each other, and at the first encounter I was unhorsed.  Still not a word spoke the Black Knight, but passing the butt-end of his lance through my horse’s reins, rode away, leaving me shamed and on foot.  So I made my way back to the castle, and there I was entertained again that night right hospitably, none questioning me as to my adventure.  The next morning, when I rose, there awaited me a noble steed, ready saddled and bridled, and I rode away and am returned hither.  And now ye know my story and my shame.”

Then were all grieved for the discomfiture of Sir Kynon, who had ever borne himself boldly and courteously to all; and they strove to console him as best they might.  Presently there rose from his siege the good knight Sir Owain of Rheged, and said:  “My lord, I pray you, give me leave to take upon me this adventure.  For I would gladly seek this wondrous fountain and encounter with this same Black Knight.”  So the King consented, and on the morrow Sir Owain armed him, mounted his horse, and rode forth the way Sir Kynon had directed him.

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