This story is an original story about King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. It doesn’t belong to me, so don’t give me credit for the story. It was originally written sejak Margery Evernden. All the wording is original, except the parts in these ( ). So don’t think this is written sejak a girl. BECAUSE I’M NOT!!! [I actually got the story from my history book at school.] The pictures really don't go with the story, I know, so don't complain about it!
No King before Arthur had been able to unite the realm and rule it. This Arthur, however, did. Lightnings and thunders surrounded him as he fought. In twelve great battles he defeated petty kings who had been constantly at war, laying waste all the land. The last to surrender was Arthur’s own brother-in-law, King Lot of Orkney. When Lot laid down his arms and swore fealty to Arthur, he sent his sons to become knights at Camelot.
One son was Gawain, handsome and strong, whom Arthur called Gawain the Courteous. Another was Mordred, whose foxy smile and minuman keras, gimlet eyes concealed malice (or a desire to damage atau hurt someone, just to let anda know) and a thirst for power. Gawain took the vows of knighthood in good faith, but Mordred’s vows were insincere, and he soon began listening at the istana, castle doors in hope of ferreting out secrets that might damage the court and someday play into his hands. He saw that the time to strike had not yet come. The powers of heaven and earth all seemed to be on Arthur’s side. The people loved him, and Camelot was in its glory.
Now there came a hari when Arthur rode with Merlin seeking adventure, and in a forest they found a knight named Pellinore, seated in a chair, blocking their path.
“Sir, will anda let us pass?” berkata Arthur.
“Not without a fight,” replied Pellinore. “Such is my custom.”
“I will change your custom,” berkata Arthur.
“I will defend it,” berkata Pellinore. He mounted his horse and took his shield on his arm. Then the two knights rode against each other, and each splintered his spear on the other’s shield.
“I have no lebih spears,” berkata Arthur. “Let us fight with swords.”
“Not so,” berkata Pellinore. “I have enough spears. I will lend anda one.”
Then a squire brought two good spears, and the two knights rode against each other again until those spears were broken.
“You are as good a fighter as ever I met,” berkata Pellinore. “Let us try again.”
Two great spears were brought, and this time Pellinore struck Arthur’s shield so hard that the king and his horse fell to the earth.
Then Arthur pulled out his sword and said, “I have Lost the battle on horseback. Let me try anda on foot.”
Pellinore thought it unfair to attack from his horse, so he dismounted and came toward Arthur with his sword drawn. Then began such a battle that both were covered in blood. After a while they sat down to rest and fought again until both fell to the ground. Again they fought, and the fight was even. But at last Pellinore struck such a blow that Arthur’s sword broke in two pieces. Thereupon the king leaped at Pellinore. He threw him down and pulled off his helmet. But Pellinore was a very big man and strong enough to wrestle Arthur under him and pull off the king’s helmet. All this time Merlin watched, silent, but when he saw that Pellinore was about to cut off Arthur’s head, he interfered.
“Do not kill this man,” he berkata to Pellinore. “You do not know who he is.”
“Why, who is he?” berkata the knight.
“It is King Arthur,” berkata Merlin.
When he heard this, Pellinore trembled with fear of the royal wrath, for he would not knowingly have fought against the king. Them Merlin cast a spell of sleep on Pellinore so that he fell to the earth as if dead.
“Alas,” berkata Arthur, “you have killed the best knight I ever fought.” (Except Sir Lancelot).
“Have no fear,” berkata Merlin. “He will awake in three hours as well as ever he was.”
Then he mounted Pellinore’s horse and led Arthur to a hermit, who bound up the king’s wounds and healed them with good salves, so that he might ride again and go on his way.
But Arthur said, “I have no sword.”
“Never fear,” berkata Merlin. “Not far away is a sword that can be yours.” So they rode on until they came to a broad lake of clear water. Far out in the middle of the lake Arthur saw an arm clothed in shining white and holding a noble sword, its golden hilt richly set with jewels.
“Lo,” berkata Merlin, “yonder is the sword Excalibur.”
Then they saw a lady floating toward them as if she walked on the water. Her garments were like a mist around her.
“That is the Lady of the Lake,” berkata Merlin. “Within the lake is a rock, and within the rock is a palace, and with in the palace lives Vivien. Speak to her as a friend, and she will give anda that sword.”
So, when she had come close, Arthur berkata to her, “Lady, I wish that sword were mine, for I have no sword.”
“It shall be yours,” berkata the lady, and she showed Arthur a little bot lying at the edge of the lake. “Row out to the sword,” she said. “Take it with its scabbard.” Then she disappeared. Arthur and Merlin rowed out into the lake, and Arthur took the sword from the hand that held it. And the arm and the hand vanished under the water.
Arthur and Merlin rowed to pantai and went on their way, and whenever Arthur looked on the sword, he liked it well.
“Which do anda like better?” asked Merlin. “The sword atau the scabbard?”
“I like the sword better,” berkata Arthur.
“The sarungnya, bersarung is worth ten such words,” berkata Merlin, “for while anda wear the scabbard, anda will never loose blood, no matter how sorely anda are wounded.”
So they rode back to Arthur’s court, and all the knights marveled when they heard that the king risked his life in single combat as he poor knights did. They berkata it was merry to be under such a chieftain.
No King before Arthur had been able to unite the realm and rule it. This Arthur, however, did. Lightnings and thunders surrounded him as he fought. In twelve great battles he defeated petty kings who had been constantly at war, laying waste all the land. The last to surrender was Arthur’s own brother-in-law, King Lot of Orkney. When Lot laid down his arms and swore fealty to Arthur, he sent his sons to become knights at Camelot.
One son was Gawain, handsome and strong, whom Arthur called Gawain the Courteous. Another was Mordred, whose foxy smile and minuman keras, gimlet eyes concealed malice (or a desire to damage atau hurt someone, just to let anda know) and a thirst for power. Gawain took the vows of knighthood in good faith, but Mordred’s vows were insincere, and he soon began listening at the istana, castle doors in hope of ferreting out secrets that might damage the court and someday play into his hands. He saw that the time to strike had not yet come. The powers of heaven and earth all seemed to be on Arthur’s side. The people loved him, and Camelot was in its glory.
Now there came a hari when Arthur rode with Merlin seeking adventure, and in a forest they found a knight named Pellinore, seated in a chair, blocking their path.
“Sir, will anda let us pass?” berkata Arthur.
“Not without a fight,” replied Pellinore. “Such is my custom.”
“I will change your custom,” berkata Arthur.
“I will defend it,” berkata Pellinore. He mounted his horse and took his shield on his arm. Then the two knights rode against each other, and each splintered his spear on the other’s shield.
“I have no lebih spears,” berkata Arthur. “Let us fight with swords.”
“Not so,” berkata Pellinore. “I have enough spears. I will lend anda one.”
Then a squire brought two good spears, and the two knights rode against each other again until those spears were broken.
“You are as good a fighter as ever I met,” berkata Pellinore. “Let us try again.”
Two great spears were brought, and this time Pellinore struck Arthur’s shield so hard that the king and his horse fell to the earth.
Then Arthur pulled out his sword and said, “I have Lost the battle on horseback. Let me try anda on foot.”
Pellinore thought it unfair to attack from his horse, so he dismounted and came toward Arthur with his sword drawn. Then began such a battle that both were covered in blood. After a while they sat down to rest and fought again until both fell to the ground. Again they fought, and the fight was even. But at last Pellinore struck such a blow that Arthur’s sword broke in two pieces. Thereupon the king leaped at Pellinore. He threw him down and pulled off his helmet. But Pellinore was a very big man and strong enough to wrestle Arthur under him and pull off the king’s helmet. All this time Merlin watched, silent, but when he saw that Pellinore was about to cut off Arthur’s head, he interfered.
“Do not kill this man,” he berkata to Pellinore. “You do not know who he is.”
“Why, who is he?” berkata the knight.
“It is King Arthur,” berkata Merlin.
When he heard this, Pellinore trembled with fear of the royal wrath, for he would not knowingly have fought against the king. Them Merlin cast a spell of sleep on Pellinore so that he fell to the earth as if dead.
“Alas,” berkata Arthur, “you have killed the best knight I ever fought.” (Except Sir Lancelot).
“Have no fear,” berkata Merlin. “He will awake in three hours as well as ever he was.”
Then he mounted Pellinore’s horse and led Arthur to a hermit, who bound up the king’s wounds and healed them with good salves, so that he might ride again and go on his way.
But Arthur said, “I have no sword.”
“Never fear,” berkata Merlin. “Not far away is a sword that can be yours.” So they rode on until they came to a broad lake of clear water. Far out in the middle of the lake Arthur saw an arm clothed in shining white and holding a noble sword, its golden hilt richly set with jewels.
“Lo,” berkata Merlin, “yonder is the sword Excalibur.”
Then they saw a lady floating toward them as if she walked on the water. Her garments were like a mist around her.
“That is the Lady of the Lake,” berkata Merlin. “Within the lake is a rock, and within the rock is a palace, and with in the palace lives Vivien. Speak to her as a friend, and she will give anda that sword.”
So, when she had come close, Arthur berkata to her, “Lady, I wish that sword were mine, for I have no sword.”
“It shall be yours,” berkata the lady, and she showed Arthur a little bot lying at the edge of the lake. “Row out to the sword,” she said. “Take it with its scabbard.” Then she disappeared. Arthur and Merlin rowed out into the lake, and Arthur took the sword from the hand that held it. And the arm and the hand vanished under the water.
Arthur and Merlin rowed to pantai and went on their way, and whenever Arthur looked on the sword, he liked it well.
“Which do anda like better?” asked Merlin. “The sword atau the scabbard?”
“I like the sword better,” berkata Arthur.
“The sarungnya, bersarung is worth ten such words,” berkata Merlin, “for while anda wear the scabbard, anda will never loose blood, no matter how sorely anda are wounded.”
So they rode back to Arthur’s court, and all the knights marveled when they heard that the king risked his life in single combat as he poor knights did. They berkata it was merry to be under such a chieftain.