the Emperor of the Romans, lost his life; and when it
was known that he was slain, his whole army turned and fled, and King
Arthur and his knights chased them, slaying all they could overtake.
Of the host that followed Lucius, more than a hundred thousand men
fell that day.

King Arthur, after he had won the great battle in which the Emperor
Lucius was slain, marched into Lorraine, and so on through Brabant
and Flanders into Germany, and across the mountains into Lombardy, and
thence into Tuscany, and at last came to Rome, and on Christmas Day he
was crowned emperor by the Pope with great state and solemnity. And
he stayed in Rome a little while, setting in order the affairs of
his possession, and distributing among his knights posts of honor and
dignity, and also great estates, as rewards for their services.

After these affairs had been duly arranged, all the British lords and
knights assembled in the presence of the King, and said to him:

"Noble Emperor, now that, Heaven be thanked for it, this great war is
over, and your enemies so utterly vanquished that henceforward, as we
believe, no man, however great or mighty he may be, will dare to stand
up against you, we beseech you to grant us leave to return to our
wives and our homes, that there we may rest ourselves."

This request King Arthur granted, saying that it would be wise, seeing
they had met with such good fortune so far, to be content with it and
to return home. Also he gave orders that there should be no plundering
or pillaging of the country through which they had to pass on their
way back, but that they should, on pain of death, pay the full price
for victuals or whatever else they took.

So King Arthur and his host set off from Rome and came over the sea
and landed at Sandwich, where Queen Guinevere came to meet her lord.
And at Sandwich and throughout the land there were great festivities,
and noble gifts were presented to the King; for his people rejoiced
mightily both because he had returned safely home, and because of the
great victories he had achieved.

SIR GALAHAD AND THE SACRED CUP

ADAPTED BY MARY MACGREGOR

"My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure,"

sang Galahad gladly. He was only a boy, but he had just been made a
knight by Sir Lancelot, and the old abbey, where he had lived all his
life, rang with the echo of his song.

Sir Lancelot heard the boy's clear voice singing in triumph. As he
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