. Tales of the Round table; based on the tales in the Book of romance. eave this castleuntil he has fought before us. That is a bad custom, replied Balin, andmy horse is weary, still I should be unwillingto depart without gratifying your wish. Sir, said a Knight to him, your shielddoes not look strong; I will lend you another. Sir Balin took the proffered shield, and ledhis horse to the shore, whence they were ferriedacross to the island. The boat had no sooner grounded upon thefarther shore, than a maiden came runningtowards him and cried, O Knight Balin, whyhave you left your own shield behi
. Tales of the Round table; based on the tales in the Book of romance. eave this castleuntil he has fought before us. That is a bad custom, replied Balin, andmy horse is weary, still I should be unwillingto depart without gratifying your wish. Sir, said a Knight to him, your shielddoes not look strong; I will lend you another. Sir Balin took the proffered shield, and ledhis horse to the shore, whence they were ferriedacross to the island. The boat had no sooner grounded upon thefarther shore, than a maiden came runningtowards him and cried, O Knight Balin, whyhave you left your own shield behind? Howcan you be known if you carry anothers shield ? I truly regret having left my own shieldbehind, said Balin, and I regret having cometo this country at all, but for very shame I mustgo on. He then examined his shield and armour,and mounted his horse. After riding a short distance towards acastle that stood upon the island, he perceiveda Knight, clothed in red, and riding a horsewith red trappings, coming towards him. The Red Knight looked at Balin, and noticed. U THE STOBY OF SIB BALIN. that lie carried two swords. There is only oneKnight that carries two swords, thought he,yet it cannot be Balin for that is not hisshield. They rode at each other with their spearsin rest, and were so evenly matched that theybore one another to the ground, where they layunconscious for some minutes. As soon as theyhad recovered their senses, each Knight rose,and such a fight began that all beholders werefilled with dread lest either of the gallantKnights should be killed, so valiantly did theyfight. At last the place was red with their blood,seven great rents in the armour of each dis-playing the wounds beneath. What Knight are you ? asked Sir Balinle Savage, leaning upon his sword. My name, said the other, is Balan, andI am a brother of the good Knight Balin. * O unhappy day! cried Balin, and he fellfainting to the ground. Balan pulled off hisbrothers helmet so that the fresh air mightrev
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