made no impression, got no grip, while the war lasted. I had war correspondents with both armies. I will finish that battle by reading you what one of the boys says:

‘Then the king looked about him, and then was he

ware of all his host and of all his good knights

were left no more on live but two knights, that

was Sir Lucan de Butlere, and his brother Sir

Bedivere: and they were full sore wounded.

Jesu

mercy, said the king, where are all my noble

knights becomen? Alas that ever I should see this

doleful day. For now, said Arthur, I am come to