Launcelot and this Neil whom I know not, one must make it more than
certain."

It was at this point that the yeoman who was busily at work over the
weapons, cleaning them and putting them into perfect condition, as
none other in Cornwall could do, had become interested. Sir Percival?

It was this Sir Percival, knight of the Round Table, who had saved the
father of this yeoman from the deadly mace of one of his men in one of
many melees. It was but a small thing to the knight, long forgotten no
doubt, but to Walker, the son of the man who was saved, it meant that
he was in debt to this knight. So now he listened, interested. Then
too, he had no great love for his master who was never kindly and he
had decided long ago that he would find a new master when the
opportunity offered.

"I shall find more men, if I can," Mark offered in reply to Sir
Pendore's suggestion. Nor did it seem strange to him that the knight
should think that odds of seven to one were not enough.

"Where are these knights?" asked Sir Bertram.

Sir Bruyan told him, the yeoman listening all the while.

"Let us then he off within thrice this hour," Mark concluded. "Get
you as many men ready as you can," he said to Sir Bertram and to Sir
Pendore who were his chiefs.

Walker, the yeoman, soon had completed his work. Thereupon he made his
way into the forest to find him, who was best friend of his, to get