Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil, is rightwise…

Well, said Merlin, I know whom thou seekest, for thou seekest Merlin; therefore seek no farther, for I am he.

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

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

It befell in the days of Uther Pendragon, when he was king of all England, and so reigned, that there was a mighty duke in Cornwall that held war against him long time. And the duke was called the duke of Tintagil.

Then were they afeard when they saw a knight.

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