w_) 252

"The King blew a loud note on his bugle"
(_W. H. Margetson, R.I._) 268

"Now you have released me from the spell completely"
(_W. H. Margetson, R.I._) 282

Queen Godhild prays ever for her son Horn
(_Patten Wilson_) 288

Horn kills the Saracen Leader
(_Patten Wilson_) 298

Horn and his followers disguised as minstrels
(_Patten Wilson_) 312

"Little John caught the horse by the bridle"
(_Patten Wilson_) 316

"I have no money worth offering"
(_Patten Wilson_) 320

"Sir Richard knelt in courteous salutation"
(_Patten Wilson_) 324

"Much shot the monk to the heart"
(_Patten Wilson_) 330

"Her pleading won relief for them"
(_Gertrude Demain Hammond, R.I._) 334

Alftruda
(_Gertrude Demain Hammond, R.I._) 340

Hereward and the Princess
(_Gertrude Demain Hammond, R.I._) 344

Hereward and Sigtryg
(_Gertrude Demain Hammond, R.I._) 348

INTRODUCTION

The writer who would tell again for people of the twentieth century
the legends and stories that delighted the folk of the thirteenth and
fourteenth centuries finds himself confronted with a vast mass of
material ready to his hand. Unless he exercises a wise discrimination
and has some system of selection, he becomes lost in the mazes of as
enchanted a land,

"Where Truth and Dream walk hand in hand,"[1]

as ever bewildered knights of old in days of romance. Down all the
dimly lighted pathways of mediaeval literature mystical figures beckon
him in every direction; fairies, goblins, witches, knights and ladies
and giants entice him, and unless, like Theseus of old, he follows
closely his guiding clue, he will find that he reaches no goal,
attains to no clear vision, achieves no quest. He will remain
spell-bound, captivated by the Middle Ages--

"The life, the delight, and the sorrow
Of troublous and chivalrous yea