longer a voice that welcomed, instead it was menacing and stern.

But Sir Gareth seemed to take no note of this. "I seek, Sir Brian, to
find a youth who accompanied us. His name is Breunor le Noire, and he
seemed to have met with foul adventure."

"Not foul, Sir Gareth, but only such as is meet for all of King
Arthur's henchmen."

"Then, I take it, you know of him and of his whereabouts," said Sir
Gareth. Still was his manner mild, yet forked lightning seemed to
flash from his eyes.

"That we do," replied the other. "He is indeed in safe keeping, such
keeping being no other than ours."

"I must trouble you, Sir Knight, to make return of him to us."

"And if I will not?" questioned Sir Brian. Insolence was in his tone,
a sneering smile was on his lips.

"I take it, if you will not release him you will fight me as would any
honorable knight."

"That will I. Right gladly and to the uttermost, Sir Gareth. For all
knights of the Round Table, I am sworn foe."

Then there began a battle such as there was seldom seen. Confidence
was in Sir Brian's every move, and truly it would seem that this young
knight, still unknown in the field of chivalry, was but a poor