In the midst of the lake Arthur was are of an arm clothed in white samite, that held a fair sword in that hand.

Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil, is rightwise King born of all England.

With that truncheon thou hast slain a good knight, and now it sticketh in thy body.

Well, said Merlin, I know whom thou seekest, for thou seekest Merlin; therefore seek no farther, for I am he.