“I will ride to the churchyard and take with me the sword that sticked in the stone, for

my brother shall not go without a sword this day.”

So, he rode and came to the churchyard, and alighting from his horse he tied
him to the gate, and went to the pavilion, which was pitched near the stone, wherein
abode the ten knights who watched and kept it, but he found no knights there, for all
were gone to see the jousting.
Then he took the sword by its handle, and lightly and fiercely he pulled it out
of the stone, and took his horse and rode until he came to Sir Key and delivered him
the sword. But as soon as Sir Key saw it, he knew well it was the sword of the stone,
and riding swiftly to his father, he cried out, “Lo! here, sir, is the sword of the stone,
wherefore it is I who must be king of all this land.”
When Sir Ector saw the sword, he turned back straight with Arthur and Sir Key
and came to the churchyard, and there alighting, they went all three into the church,
and Sir Key was sworn to tell truly how he came by the sword. Then he confessed it
was his brother Arthur who had brought it to him.
Whereat Sir Ector, turning to young Arthur, asked him – “How gottest thou the
sword?”
“Sir,” said he, “I will tell you. When I went home to fetch my brother’s sword, I
found nobody to deliver it to me, for all were abroad to the jousts. Yet was I loath to
leave my brother swordless, and, bethinking me of this one, I came hither eagerly to
fetch it for him, and pulled it out of the stone without any pain.”
Then said Sir Ector, much amazed and looking steadfastly on Arthur, “If this
indeed, be thus, ‘tis thou who shalt be king of all this land – and God will have it so –
for none but he who should be rightful Lord of Britain might ever draw this sword from
that stone. But let me now with mine own eyes see thee put back the sword into its
place and draw it forth again.”
“That is no mystery,” said Arthur, and straightway set it in the stone. And then
Sir Ector pulled at it himself, and after him Sir Key, with all his might, but both of them
in vain; then Arthur reaching forth his hand and grasping at the pommel, pulled it out
easily, and at once.
Then fell Sir Ector down upon his knees upon the ground before young Arthur,
and Sir Key also with him, and straightway did him homage as their sovereign lord.
But Arthur cried aloud, “Alas! mine own dear father and my brother, why kneel
ye thus to me?”
“Nay, my Lord Arthur,” answered then Sir Ector, “we are of no blood-kinship
with thee and little though I thought how high thy kin might be, yet wast thou never
more than foster-child of mine.” And then he told him all he knew about his infancy,
and how a stranger had delivered him, with a great sum of gold, into his hands to be
brought up and nourished as his own born child, and then had disappeared.
But when young Arthur heard of it, he fell upon Sir Ector’s neck, and wept, and
made great lamentation, “For now,” said he, “I have in one day lost my father and my
mother and my brother.”
“Sir,” said Sir Ector presently, “when thou shalt be made king, be good and
gracious unto me and mine.”
“If not,” said Arthur, “I were no true man’s son at all, for thou art he in all the
world to whom I owe the most; and my good lady and mother, thy wife, hath ever
kept and fostered me as though I were her own; so if it be God’s will that I be king
hereafter as thou sayest, desire of me whatever thing thou wilt and I will do it; and
God forbid that I should fail thee in it.”
“I will but pray,” replied Sir Ector, “that thou wilt make my son Sir Key, thy
foster-brother, seneschal of all the lands.”
“That shall he be, “said Arthur; “and never shall another hold that office, save
thy son, while he and I do live.”
 The Miracle of the Sword and Stone
Now Arthur, the prince, had all this time been nourished in Sir Ector’s house as
his own son, and was fair and tall and comely, being of the age of fifteen years, great
in strength, gentle in manner, and accomplished in all exercises proper for the
training of a knight.
But as yet he knew not of his father, for Merlin had so dealth, that none save
Uther and himself knew aught about him. Wherefore it befell, that many of the knights
and barons who heard King Uther speak before his death, and call his son Arthur his
successor, were in great amazement; and some doubted, and others were displeased.
Anon the chief lords and princes set forth each to his own land, and, raising,
armed men and multitudes of followers, determined everyone to gain the crown for
himself; for they said in their hearts, “If there be any such a son at all as he of whom
this wizard forced the king to speak, who are we that a beardless boy should have rule
over us?”
So, the land stood long in great peril, for every lord and baron sought but his
own advantage; and the Saxons, growing ever more adventurous, wasted and overran
the towns and villages in every part.
Then, Merlin went to Brice, the Archbishop of Canterbury, and advised him to
require all the earls and barons of the realm and all knights and gentlemen-at-arms to
come to him at London, before Christmas, under pain of cursing, that they might learn
the will of Heaven who should be king. This, therefore, the archbishop did, and upon
Christmas Eve were met together in London all the greatest princes, lords, and
barons; and long before day they prayed in St. Paul’s Church, and the archbishop
besought Heaven for a sign who should be lawful king of all the realm.
And as they prayed, there was seen in the churchyard, set straight before the
doorways of the church, a huge square stone having a naked sword stuck in the midst
of it. And on the sword was written in letters of gold, “Whoso pullet out the sword
from this stone is born the rightful King of Britain.”
At this, all the people wondered greatly; and, when Mass was over, the nobles,
knights, and princes ran out eagerly from the church to see the stone and sword, and
a law was forthwith made that whoso should pull out the sword should be
acknowledged straightway King of Britain.
Then, many knights and barons pulled at the sword with all their might, and
some of them tried many times, but none could stir or move it.
When all had tried in vain, the archbishop declared the man whom Heaven had
chosen was not yet there. “But God,” said he, “will doubtless make him known ere
many days.”
So, ten knights were chosen, being men of high renown, to watch and keep the
sword, and there was proclamation made through all the land that whosoever would,
had leave and liberty to try and pull it from the stone. But though great multitudes of
people came, both gentle and simple, for many days, no man could ever move the
sword a hair’s breadth from its place.
Now at the New Year’s Eve, a great tournament was to be held in London, which
the archbishop had devised to keep together lords and commons, lest they should
grow estranged in the troublous and unsettled times. To the which tournament there
came, with many other knights, Sir Ector, Arthur’s foster-father, who had great
possessions near to London, and with him came his son, Sir Key, but recently made
knight, to take his part in jousting, and young Arthur also to witness all the sports and
fighting.
But as they rode towards the jousts, Sir Key found suddenly he had no sword,
for he had left it at his father’s house; and turning to young Arthur, he prayed him to
ride back and fetch it for him. “I will with a good will,” said Arthur, and rode fast back
after the sword.
 But when he came to the house, he found it locked and empty, for all were gone
forth to see the tournament. Whereat, being angry and impatient, he said within
himself,