alighted there. On the right stood a chapel, and about it was a graveyard, and in the graveyard many coffins, and in his dream it seemed as if the King had entered the chapel, so the young man entered also. But no man did he behold save a Knight that lay dead upon a bier in the midst of the chapel, covered with a pall of rich silk, and four tapers in golden candlesticks were burning round him. The squire marvelled to see the body lying there so lonely, with no one near it, and likewise that the King was nowhere to be seen. Then he took out one of the tall tapers, and hid the candlestick under his cloak, and rode away until he should find the King.
On his journey through the forest he was stopped by a man black and ill-favoured, holding a large knife in his hand.
‘Ho! you that stand there, have you seen King Arthur?’ asked the squire.
‘No, but I have met you, and I am glad thereof, for you have under your cloak one of the candlesticks of gold that was placed in honour of the Knight who lies dead in the chapel. Give it to me, and I will carry it back; and if you do not this of your own will, I will make you.’
‘By my faith!’ cried the squire, ‘I will never yield it to you! Rather, will I carry it off and make a present of it to King Arthur.’
‘You will pay for it dearly,’ answered the man, ‘if you yield it not up forthwith.’
To this the squire did not make answer, but dashed forward, thinking to pass him by; but the man thrust at him with his knife, and it entered his body up to the hilt. And when the squire dreamed this, he cried, ‘Help! help! for I am a dead man!’
As soon as the King and the Queen heard that cry they awoke from their sleep, and the Chamberlain said, ‘Sir, you must be moving, for it is day’; and the King rose and dressed himself, and ]3ut on his shoes. Then the
