. The century illustrated monthly magazine . clingthrough the air, and before you could wink Iwas towing Sir Launcelot across the field onhis back, and kissing my hand to the storm ofwaving kerchiefs and the thunder-crash of ap-plause that greeted me. Said I to myself, as I coiled my lariat andhung it on my saddle-horn, and sat there drunkwith glory, The victory is perfect, no otherwill venture against me; knight-errantry isdead. Now imagine my astonishment, andeverybody elses too, to hear the peculiar bugle-call which announces that another competitoris about to enter the lists ! There was a
. The century illustrated monthly magazine . clingthrough the air, and before you could wink Iwas towing Sir Launcelot across the field onhis back, and kissing my hand to the storm ofwaving kerchiefs and the thunder-crash of ap-plause that greeted me. Said I to myself, as I coiled my lariat andhung it on my saddle-horn, and sat there drunkwith glory, The victory is perfect, no otherwill venture against me; knight-errantry isdead. Now imagine my astonishment, andeverybody elses too, to hear the peculiar bugle-call which announces that another competitoris about to enter the lists ! There was a mys-tery here; I could nt account for this , I noticed Merlin gliding away from me ;,and then I noticed that my lasso was old sleight-of-hand expert had stolen it,,sure, and slipped it under his robe. The bugle blew again. I looked, and downcame Sir Sagramour riding again, with hisdust brushed off and his veil nicely trotted up to meet him, and pretended to findhim by the sound of his horses hoofs. He said :. SIR SAGRAMOUR S DISCOMFITURE. 82 A CONNECTICUT YANKEE IN KING ARTHURS COURT. Thou rt quick of ear, but it will not savethee from this! and he touched the hilt ofhis great sword. An ye are not able to seeit, because of the influence of the veil, knowthat it is no cumbrous lance, but a sword—and I ween ye will not be able to avoid it. His visor was up; there was death in hissmile. I should never be able to dodge hissword, that was plain. Somebody was goingto die this time. If he got the drop on me, Icould name the corpse. We rode forward to-gether and saluted the royalties. This timethe king was disturbed. He said : Where is thy strange weapon ? It is stolen, sire. Hast another at hand ? No, sire; I brought only the one. Then Merlin mixed in : He brought but the one because therewas but the one to bring. There exists noneother but that one. It belongeth to the Kingof the Demons of the Sea. This man is a pre-tender, and ignorant; else he had
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