Well this was a brave youth’ said Pellinore ‘and if he lives will be mighty knight.Now you are in my power to slay or spare as I will! And kill forewith unless kneel and yield me confessing yourself knight of little worth. Death is welcome when it comes but yield- never. My brother Kay must have sword’ thought rode slowly back. ‘It shame matter for unkind jests so young comes the jousts without sword. But where can find him one? know! saw one sticking an anvil churchyard I’ll fetch that: it’s doing no good there!Now’ Sir Ector kneeling before Arthur bowing his head reverence ‘I understand that none other true-born King land.I am Lady Lake’ she said come tell your sword Excalibur awaits yonder. Arthur! We By God’s our King! God save hereby pledge myself service people righting wrongs driving-out evil bringing peace plenty land... Arthur more bewildered put hand hilt drew forth out well-greased scabbard.