King
Arthur and
Merlin
Once upon a time,
in a land far away,
lived a young boy called
Arthur and a knight,
Sir
Kay.
Though
Arthur was poor, he was clever and bright,
and dreamed every day of
becoming a knight.
Sir
Kay, on the other hand, was grumpy an d mean,
the most miserable knight there ever
had been.
He worked
Ar thur hard all day and all night,
and never ever let him out of his sight.
One day, the pair rode to an old
English town to compete in a
contest for the best knight
around.
All the riders were there,
with their horses and lan cers.
But
Sir
Kay just laughed.
He fancied his chances.
Then riding his horse to the edge of the field,
young
Arthur helped
Kay into armour an d shield.
But then,
Arthur gasped.
Oh no!
Oh my lord! I'm terribly sorry! I've
forgotten your sword!
You dolt! cried
Sir
Kay.
You'd better find me one fast,
or else this year contest may well be your last.
And giving young
Arthur a clip round the ear,
he sen t the boy off with his eyes full of tears.
Upset and afraid,
Arthur ran round all day to look for
a sword to take back to
Sir
Kay.
But try as he might, his long search was in vain,
for all the sword makers had gone to the games.
As
Arthur turned back, he caught a glint in the air from
a strange shiny object that stood in the square.
A sword in a stone, like the tales of old,
with a blade of pure sil ver and a handle of gold.
Arthur stretched out a hand, and with a heave and a ho,
he pulled the gold sword right out
of the stone.
He then held it aloft in a great beam of light.
It was truly a sword that was
fit for a knight.
Then the town's mayor, who was just passing by,
stopped dead in his tracks and let out
a cry.
He pulled the sword from the stone. I saw,
it was him!
He shall be our new ruler.
Long live the king!
With a flash and a bang, the wizard
Merlin appeared,
with his pointy blue hat and
long silver beard.
That sword is
Excalibur.
It was trapped in the stone,
an d he who removes it shall sit on the throne.
As a cheer went up
from the fast -growing crowd,
Sir
Kay pushed to the front and shouted out
loud,
Move away quick,
you scruffy young sprout!
The king's sword is mine,
now I'll pull it out!
But though
Sir
Kay grunted and twisted and tugged,
the sword in the stone just would
not budge.
And then as
Kay stopped, all tired and faint,
Arthur grabbed the stuck
sword and drew it
again.
Huzzah! yelled the crowd as they led him through town,
and later that day gave him a crown.
While
Merlin just smiled and shut
Arthur a wink
For long had he known this
boy would be king
King
Arthur lived well in his castle of white
With a round table and
Merlin and plenty of knights
A great many children now
know of his name
And know he lived happily till
the end of his reign
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