Allan, that it is a garment that is only seemly when he who dons it
wears it well. Yet this is no time for anger. Of what matter that this
knight is ill bred. If there is any quarrel I shall seek it with his
master."

"Think you that they know of his whereabouts?" asked Allan. "I liked
not the manner in which he made answer."

"Nor I. But I doubt not we shall know more surely within the next few
moments."

Nor did the two have long to wait. For there came from the castle
another who seemed to be the high lord. In armor and shield, carrying
lance and riding a great black horse, he stood out from among the
knights who followed him.

When he came to the gates they were opened wide for him. Then as he
saw Sir Gareth and the boy, he made them a sweeping courtesy.

"Forgive our boorishness, Sir Gareth. Pray to enter our humble
lodging. Are you then Prince of Orkney?"

"I am so known," replied the young knight. "Yet I seek to be known as
Gareth, Knight of the Round Table. I know not your name, Sir Knight,
but I find your courtesy welcome."

But now Allan had noted how the knight's manner had changed. No longer
did he seem kindly; instead a dark scowl frowned his face.

"I am Sir Brian de les Isles," was the answer. But the voice was no