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      How Morgan Le Fay Tried to Kill King Arthur

      King Arthur had a sister called Morgan le Fay, who was skilled in magic of all sorts, and hated her brother because he had slain in battle a Knight whom she loved. But to gain her own ends, and to revenge herself upon the King, she kept a smiling face, and let none guess the passion in her heart.

      One day Morgan le Fay went to Queen Guenevere, and asked her leave to go into the country. The Queen wished her to wait till Arthur returned, but Morgan le Fay said she had had bad news and could not wait. Then the Queen let her depart without delay.

      Early next morning at break of day Morgan le Fay mounted her horse and rode all day and all night, and at noon next day reached the Abbey of nuns where King Arthur had gone to rest, for he had fought a hard battle, and for three nights had slept but little. ‘Do not wake him,’ said Morgan le Fay, who had come there knowing she would find him, ‘I will rouse him myself when I think he has had enough sleep,’ for she thought to steal his sword Excalibur from him. The nuns dared not disobey her, so Morgan le Fay went straight into the room where King Arthur was lying fast asleep in his bed, and in his right hand was grasped his sword Excalibur. When she beheld that sight, her heart fell, for she dared not touch the sword, knowing well that if Arthur waked and saw her she was a dead woman. So she took the scabbard, and went away on horseback.

      When the King awoke and missed his scabbard, he was angry, and asked who had been there; and the nuns told him that it was his sister Morgan le Fay, who had gone away with a scabbard under her mantle. ‘Alas!’ said Arthur, ‘you have watched me badly!’

      ‘Sir,’ said they, ‘we dared not disobey your sister.’

      ‘Saddle the best horse that can be found,’ commanded the King, ‘and bid Sir Ontzlake take another and come with me.’ And they buckled on their armour and rode after Morgan le Fay.

      They had not gone far before they met a cowherd, and they stopped to ask if he had seen any lady riding that way. ‘Yes,’ said the cowherd, ‘a lady passed by here, with forty horses behind her, and went into the forest yonder.’ Then they galloped hard till Arthur caught sight of Morgan le Fay, who looked back, and, seeing that it was Arthur who gave chase, pushed on faster than before. And when she saw she could not escape him, she rode into a lake that lay in the plain on the edge of the forest, and, crying out, ‘Whatever may befall me, my brother shall not have the scabbard,’ she threw the scabbard far into the water, and it sank, for it was heavy with gold and jewels. After that she fled into a valley full of great stones, and turned herself and her men and her horses into blocks of marble. Scarcely had she done this when the King rode up, but seeing her nowhere thought some evil must have befallen her in vengeance for her misdeeds. He then sought high and low for the scabbard, but could not find it, so he returned unto the Abbey. When Arthur was gone, Morgan le Fay turned herself and her horses and her men back into their former shapes and said, ‘Now, Sirs, we may go where we will.’ And she departed into the country of Gore, and made her towns and castles stronger than before, for she feared King Arthur greatly. Meanwhile King Arthur had rested himself at the Abbey, and afterwards he rode to Camelot, and was welcomed by his Queen and all his Knights. And when he told his adventures and how Morgan le Fay sought his death they longed to burn her for her treason.

      The next morning there arrived a damsel at the Court with a message from Morgan le Fay, saying that she had sent the King her brother a rich mantle for a gift, covered with precious stones, and begged him to receive it and to forgive her in whatever she might have offended him. The King answered little, but the mantle pleased him, and he was about to throw it over his shoulders when the lady of the lake stepped forward, and begged that she might speak to him in private. ‘What is it?’ asked the King. ‘Say on here, and fear nothing.’ ‘Sir,’ said the lady, ‘do not put on this mantle, or suffer your Knights to put it on, till the bringer of it has worn it in your presence.’ ‘Your words are wise,’ answered the King, ‘I will do as you counsel me. Damsel, I desire you to put on this mantle that you have brought me, so that I may see it.’ ‘Sir,’ said she, ‘it does not become me to wear a King’s garment.’ ‘By my head,’ cried Arthur, ‘you shall wear it before I put it on my back, or on the back of any of my Knights,’ and he signed to them to put it on her, and she fell down dead, burnt to ashes by the enchanted mantle. Then the King was filled with anger, more than he was before, that his sister should have dealt so wickedly by him.

      What Beaumains Asked of the King

      As Pentecost drew near King Arthur commanded that all the Knights of the Round Table should keep the feast at a city called Kin-Kenadon, hard by the sands of Wales, where there was a great castle. Now it was the King’s custom that he would eat no food on the day of Pentecost, which we call Whit Sunday, until he had heard or seen some great marvel. So on that morning Sir Gawaine was looking from the window a little before noon when he espied three men on horseback, and with them a dwarf on foot, who held their horses when they alighted. Then Sir Gawaine went to the King and said, ‘Sir, go to your food, for strange adventures are at hand.’ And Arthur called the other Kings that were in the castle, and all the Knights of the Round Table that were a hundred and fifty, and they sat down to dine. When they were seated there entered the hall two men well and richly dressed, and upon their shoulders leaned the handsomest young man that ever was seen of any of them, higher than the other two by a cubit. He was wide in the chest and large handed, but his great height seemed to be a burden and a shame to him, therefore it was he leaned on the shoulders of his friends. As soon as Arthur beheld him he made a sign, and without more words all three went up to the high daïs, where the King sat. Then the tall young man stood up straight, and said: ‘King Arthur, God bless you and all your fair fellowship, and in especial the fellowship of the Table Round. I have come hither to pray you to give me three gifts, which you can grant me honourably, for they will do no hurt to you or to anyone.’ ‘Ask,’ answered Arthur, ‘and you shall have your asking.’

      ‘Sir, this is my petition for this feast, for the other two I will ask after. Give me meat and drink for this one twelvemonth.’ ‘Well,’ said the king, ‘you shall have meat and drink enough, for that I give to every man, whether friend or foe. But tell me your name!’

      ‘I cannot tell you that,’ answered he. ‘That is strange,’ replied the King, ‘but you are the goodliest young man I ever saw,’ and, turning to Sir Kay, the steward, charged him to give the young man to eat and drink of the best, and to treat him in all ways as if he were a lord’s son. ‘There is little need to do that,’ answered Sir Kay, ‘for if he had come of gentlemen and not of peasants he would have asked of you a horse and armour. But as the birth of a man is so are his requests. And seeing he has no name I will give him one, and it shall be Beaumains, or Fair-hands, and he shall sit in the kitchen and eat broth, and at the end of a year he shall be as fat as any pig that feeds on acorns.’ So the young man was left in charge of Sir Kay, that scorned and mocked him.

      Sir Lancelot and Sir Gawaine were wroth when they heard what Sir Kay said, and bade him leave off his mocking, for they believed the youth would turn out to be a man of great deeds; but Sir Kay paid no heed to them, and took him down to the great hall, and set him among the boys and lads, where he ate sadly. After he had finished eating both Sir Lancelot and Sir Gawaine bade him come to their room, and would have had him eat and drink there, but he

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