way to see how Sir Ivaine and his beautiful wife fared. When
Sir Ivaine saw them, all his old-time love of fighting came back,
and he went to his lady and begged her to let him go with the
knights.

"Ah, my Ivaine," she said, "you told me that you would never
leave me."

"A knight ought to seek adventures," he said. "And I will return
to you."

She paused for a while and then said:

"I will let you go if you will promise to come back in a year and
a day; that is, next Whitsuntide."

He gladly promised, and she said:

"If you break this promise, I will never see you again."

But Sir Ivaine was sure he would not break the promise, because
he loved her too much for that.

So off he rode with the knights, followed by his faithful lion.
The lady and the little maiden waved farewells to Sir Ivaine from
the tower until they could no longer see him; then they again
took up the life they had lived before he came to the castle.

Sir Ivaine rode with the knights for many months, and had many
adventures. At last, just as the year was drawing to a close, he
started homeward. On the way, however, he stopped at Arthur's
Court to pay his respects to the king and the queen. They both
remembered him and greeted him kindly.

A great tournament was being held at that time in Camelot, and
the king asked Sir Ivaine if he would like to take part. Sir
Ivaine was pleased, for he loved the display of such combats.
During the three days of the tournament he distinguished himself
greatly.

On the evening of the third day, as the knights were sitting in
the great hall of the Round Table, a little maiden entered. She
went up to King Arthur and gave him a ring.

"This ring," she said, "is one Sir Ivaine gave my lady. She
returns it, and has vowed never to see him again because he has
broken his promise to her."

Then, before any one could stop her, she left the hall, mounted
her horse, and rode away. Sir Ivaine sprang to his feet, staring
wildly. Whitsuntide had fallen on the first day of the tournament,
his year and a day had more than passed, and he had forgotten his
promise!

He rushed from the hall and down the hill through the streets of
Camelot, out of the city gate, and into the forest. He ran on and
on until he fell exhausted.

The next day he awoke in a fever, and would have died but for his
faithful lion. The poor animal tried to make Sir Ivaine rise, but
seeing that he could not, dragged him to the edge of a brook,