wn. They had tales among them about a prophet called Merlin
(of the same old time), who had foretold that their own king should be
restored to them after hundreds of years; and they believed that the
prophecy would be fulfilled in Arthur; that the time would come when he
would rule them with a crown of Brittany upon his head; and when neither
King of France nor King of England would have any power over them. When
Arthur found himself riding in a glittering suit of armor on a richly
caparisoned horse, at the head of his train of knights and soldiers, he
began to believe this too, and to consider old Merlin a very superior
prophet.

He did not know--how could he, being so innocent and inexperienced?--that
his little army was a mere nothing against the power of the King of
England. The French King knew it; but the poor boy's fate was little to
him, so that the King of England was worried and distressed. Therefore,
King Philip went his way into Normandy, and Prince Arthur went his way
toward Mirebeau, a French town near Poictiers, both very well pleased.

Prince Arthur went to attack the town of Mirebeau, because his grandmother
Eleanor, who has so often made her appearance in this history (and who had
always been his mother's enemy), was living there, and because his knights
said, "Prince, if you can take her prisoner, you will be able to bring the
king your uncle to terms!" But she was not to be easily taken. She was old
enough by this time--eighty--but she was as full of stratagem as she was
full of years and wickedness. Receiving intelligence of young Arthur's
approach, she shut herself up in a high tower, and encouraged her soldiers
to defend it like men. Prince Arthur with his little army besieged the
high tower. King John, hearing how matters stood, came up to the rescue
with _his_ army. So here was a strange family-party! The boy-Prince
besieging his grandmother, and his uncle besieging him!

This position of affairs did not last long. One summer night King John, by
treachery, got his men into the town, surprised Prince Arthur's force,
took two hundred of his knights, and seized the Prince himself in his bed.
The knights were put in heavy irons, and driven away in open carts drawn
by bullocks, to various dungeons, where they were most inhumanly treated,
and where some of them were starved to death. Prince Arthur was sent to
the castle of Falaise.

One day, while he was in prison at that castle, mournfully thinking