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

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

Knight, keep well thy head, for thou shalt have a buffet for the slaying of my horse.

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