Tyrolean friend was not so much as
alluded to. It was pretty, too, to see the Little Knights of
Abstinence afterwards, with their sashes and banners, marching uphill
after the band, like so many children of Hamelin after the Pied
Piper. Only, my dear Prince, what tune do you think the band was
playing? Why--

Come where the booze is cheaper,
Come where the pints hold more . . .!

The missionary, I am told, is already beginning to talk as if we
disappointed him. But this was certain to befall a man of one idea
in a place of so many varied interests.

LEGENDS.

I.--THE LEGEND OF SIR DINAR.

A puff of north-east wind shot over the hill, detached a late
December leaf from the sycamore on its summit, and swooped like a
wave upon the roofs and chimney-stacks below. It caught the smoke
midway in the chimneys, drove it back with showers of soot and
wood-ash, and set the townsmen sneezing who lingered by their hearths
to read the morning newspaper. Its strength broken, it fell prone
upon the main street, scattering its fine dust into fan-shaped
figures, then died away in eddies towards the south. Among these
eddies the sycamore leaf danced and twirled, now running along the
ground upon its edge, now whisked up to the level of the first-storey
windows. A nurse, holding up a three-year-old child behind the pane,
pointed after the leaf--

"Look--there goes Sir Dinar!"

Sir Dinar was the youngest son and the comeliest of King Geraint, who
had left Arthur's Court for his own western castle of Dingerein in
Roseland, where Portscatho now stands, and was buried, when his time
came, over the Nare, in his golden boat with his silver oars beside
him. To fill his siege at the Round Table he sent, in the lad's
sixteenth year, this Dinar, who in two years was made knight by King
Arthur, and in the third was turned into an old man before he had
achieved a single deed of note.

For on the fifth day after he was made knight, and upon the Feast of
Pentecost, there began the great quest of the Sancgrael, which took
Sir Lancelot from the Court, Sir Perceval, Sir Bors, Sir Gawaine, Sir
Galahad, and all the flower of the famous brotherhood. And because,
after their going, it was all sad cheer at Camelot, and heavy, empty
days, Sir Dinar took two of his best friends aside, both young
knights, Sir Galhaltin and Sir Ozanna le Coeur Hardi, and spoke to
them of riding from the Court by stealth. "For," he said,