“A legend is sung Of when England was young And knights were 《勇敢传说》 and bold The good king had died And no one could decide Who was rightful heir To the throne
It seemed that the land Would be torn 由 a war Or saved 由 a miracle Of old And that miracle appeared In 伦敦 town The sword in the stone...”
The old legend of the sword in the stone was known throughout the land, but it was also forgotten. Many had tried to pull the great weapon from the stone, and all had failed. Thus, the legend had been forgotten and Britain had been without a king for almost twelve years. The lands were divided up and ruled...
“You sure you’d like to try this someday, Arthur? It looks pretty brutal.”
Belle stood, wrapped up in her cloak, watching as the two horsemen charged one another. It had snowed quite heavily the night before and even though it had stopped, the place was still quite cold.
She was standing with Arthur, Kay, Ector and Pellinore, closer to the former and further away from the latter. The three of them were staring transfixed at the joust, and Belle was grateful that, for once, Kay’s attention was on something other than her.
Looking around the square as the knights charged at one another, Belle sought out another familiar face. The man who held authority over the joust,...
In Belle’s opinion, it was a little late for him to be complaining about that. The coronation was set for today. Arthur sat on an enormous 王座, 宝座 in the middle of the 城堡 courtroom wearing a royal 长袍 and a large crown, both of which were far too big for him, in fact the crown kept slipping down over his eyes.
“I know it’s a lot to take in so suddenly,” Belle began, laying a hand on his shoulder, “and at your age it seems like a huge responsibility-”
“It’s not that.” Arthur glanced up at her. “I don’t know anything about running...