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138 MOONFOLK.
a hesitating voice, "I should like to know your name
too, if you please, sir."
" Men call me Lancelot du Lac. Didst ever hear the
name "
?
replied the knight, smiling pleasantly.
" No, sir yes I read about him once in a book, and
King Arthur, and the Round Table ;
but that was not a
true story, I think, though
it was as true as Cinderella,
and The Sleeping Beauty, and Red Riding-Hood
" I know nothing of all these," replied the knight,
smiling still.
" But I know for a truth that I am Lancelot
du Lac, and that my lord King Arthur is real, and
that the Round Table is the
centre of the fairest gathering
of knights that ever came together. You shall see
it at Camelot, whither we are going."
" Are we going to Camelot, now ? " asked Rhoda.
" Yes, pretty one, as fast as Tonnerre will carry us.
The king and queen and all the court are there, and
there will be feasts, and jousting, and music, and dancing,
and all kinds of merry-making. That will please thee,
will it not "
?
" I suppose so, sir ;
but are there any other little girls
"
at Camelot ?
Lancelot smiled ;
but before he could reply the conversation
was interrupted by a piercing shriek in a woman's
voice, followed by the sound of crashing branches
and hasty footsteps.
" Soho ! what is this ? " exclaimed Sir Lancelot,
checking Tonnerre, and hastily replacing his helmet