Part 11 (1/2)

”I do not like to lose you,” said the king. ”Perhaps you are angry because you were in prison so long. You must know that it takes time to find out who is innocent and who is guilty.”

”My lord,” answered Sir Balin, ”I know it is not wise to make a judgment hastily, and I do not blame you for keeping me in prison. I love you, and wish to leave your court that I may do some deed worthy of the Round Table.”

Then Arthur said that he might go. Soon a servant brought to Balin a fine horse and good armor which were the gifts of the king. Balin at once took leave of Arthur and the knights, and rode away, singing as he rode, for he was very happy. Sometimes he stopped to lift up his s.h.i.+eld and admire it. It had a blue emblem upon it, and to Sir Balin's eyes its beauty was that of the sky, the soft blue of heaven.

Sir Balin rode until he was tired. At last, from the crest of a hill, he saw a gloomy stone castle, and galloped towards it joyfully, hoping to rest there.

At a turn of the road, he saw a cross with gold letters upon it.

He stopped to read the words, which were: ”Let no knight go to the castle, for great danger is there.”

”Oh,” said Sir Balin, ”I am used to danger. I fear nothing,” and he went on.

Presently an old man started up beside the road. He had a long gray beard, and was dressed in a long gray robe that sparkled with little specks of frost. The old man said to Sir Balin:

”Did you not read the letters on the cross?”

”Yes,” replied Sir Balin, ”but I am not afraid.”

”Oh, Sir Balin, you of all men should fear to go to that castle,”

the old man said.

”Why?” he asked in amazement. ”Nevertheless, I shall go.”

”Sir Balin, Sir Balin!” cried the old man after him, ”you are too self-willed. You will be very sorry for what you have done before you die.”

But Sir Balin rode on without fear, and soon reached the gate of the castle. A hundred beautiful ladies and many knights welcomed him. They took off his armor and put a rich crimson cloak upon his shoulders. Then they led him into a banquet hall where there was music and dancing. They set food before him, and he ate, thankfully. He was very happy, feeling sure that he could rest here for many days.

Just as he was thinking this, the lady who was mistress of the castle said:

”Sir knight, it is the rule of this castle that every lord who comes here as a guest must fight.”

”That is a hard custom,” said Sir Balin.

”Yet you need fight but once,” answered the lady. ”We have here the knight who entered just before you came.”

”Alas!” said Sir Balin, ”I would rather not fight, for I wish to rest. Since such is the custom of the castle, however, I must do my part. Let some one bring my armor.”

A servant at once came up to him with a suit of black armor.

”This is not my armor,” said Sir Balin. ”My armor is not painted black. It is honest gray steel, decorated with blue.”

”It is the custom of the castle to wear black,” they told him.

”This armor is as good as your own.”

Sir Balin felt sad, he could hardly tell why; and was very sorry that he had ever come to the castle. Putting on the armor, however, he went into the courtyard and mounted his horse. No sooner was he ready than another knight, clad all in black, entered the courtyard.

The two knights rode together so fiercely that the shock threw them both off their horses in a swoon. After a time they recovered and began to fight on foot, pressing each other near the walls of the castle.