Now Allan, the boy, realized he was in the presence of the great King.
He threw himself upon his knees.

"Rise lad," said King Arthur kindly. "Sir Percival is indeed fortunate
to have a page, who while so young, yet is so loyal. So shall we see
you again. Kind Merlin," and the King turned to the Wizard, "awaken
you this sleeping knight whose only sin seems an undue amount of
surliness and arrogance, which his bravery and strength more than
offset."

Now Sir Pellimore rubbed his eyes. "Where am I?" he muttered drowsily.
Then as realization came, he sprang to his feet.

"Know you then, Sir Pellimore," said Merlin, "he with whom you fought
is none other than Arthur, the King."

The knight stood motionless, dumbfounded. But only for a moment.

"If so, then am I prepared for such punishment as may come. But be it
what it may, I can say this, that none with whom I fought has had more
skill or has shown greater bravery and chivalry. And more than that
none can say."

And the knight bowed low his head, humbly and yet with a touch of
pride.

"Thou art a brave knight, Sir Pellimore. And to us it seems, that
aside from a hasty temper, thou couldst well honor us by joining the
Knights of the Round Table. What saith thou?"