he wonderful table he had carried
away from the ship. 'And every morning I and my people will come
here to pray,' he said.

For a year Sir Galahad ruled the country well and wisely.

'A year ago they crowned me King,' thought Galahad gravely, as he
woke one morning. He would get up early, and go to pray at the
precious table.

But before the King reached the table he paused. It was early.
Surely all the city was asleep. Yet some one was already there,
kneeling before the table on which, uncovered, stood the Sacred
Cup.

The man kneeling there looked holy as the saints look. Surrounding
him was a circle of angels. Was it a saint who kneeled, or was it
the Lord Himself?

When the man saw Sir Galahad, he said, 'Come near, thou servant of
Jesus Christ, and thou shalt see what thou hast so much longed to
see.'

And with joy Sir Galahad saw again the Holy Grail. Then as he
kneeled before it in prayer, his soul left his body and was carried
by angels into heaven.

THE DEATH OF KING ARTHUR

It was not to win renown that King Arthur had gone far across the
sea, for he loved his own country so well, that to gain glory at
home made him happiest of all.

But a false knight with his followers was laying waste the country
across the sea, and Arthur had gone to wage war against him.

'And you, Sir Modred, will rule the country while I am gone,' the
King had said. And the knight smiled as he thought of the power
that would be his.

At first the people missed their great King Arthur, but as the
months passed they began to forget him, and to talk only of Sir
Modred and his ways.

And he, that he might gain the people's praise, made easier laws
than ever Arthur had done, till by and by there were many in the
country who wished that the King would never come back.

When Modred knew what the people wished, he was glad, and he made
up his mind to do a cruel deed.

He would cause letters to be written from beyond the sea, and the
letters would tell that the great King Arthur had been slain in
battle.

And when the letters came the people read, 'King Arthur is dead,'
and they believed the news was true.

And there were some who wept because the noble King was slain, but
some had no time to weep. 'We must find a new King,' they said. And
because his laws were easy, these chose Sir Modred to rule over
them.

The wicked knight was pleased that the people wished him to be
their King. 'They shall take me to Canter