strange girl. And thought he saw a waving hand but was not sure.




CHAPTER SEVEN

The Tournament


On the first of the three days of the tournament there were great
feats of wrestling and trials of archery. So too did yeomen prove
their skill with mace and clubs. Foot races were many. And constant
flow of ale and food so that none among the yeomen and even of the
varlets found aught to want. Many fools there were too and these
pleased all mightily.

But as the day advanced of all the yeomen but a half dozen remained
for the wrestling. And for each of these but one, there was high
acclaim from those other yeomen who were there and from such knights
as owed fealty to selfsame banner. And of the archers too, but very
few remained for last tests of skill.

For the one yeoman, who wore green tunic and red cap, there was none
to cheer. A stranger, he kept silent and yet was equally skillful with
the best. He had entered himself for the archery prize and for the
wrestling.

"Dost know this knave?" asked King Arthur of Sir Percival.