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— How Kyng Arthur Really Got His Sword, Excalibur “When Spring doth come to Camelot | The Knights go forth and neck a lot.” O sing the bards, and they do say a mouth- ful. One bright spring day (not long ago) the sun was warm and all the birdies were a-chirping. It was a day when all the Knights had doffed their iron shirts and gone a-woo- | ing. A balmy day. The daffydills did send their pleasant perfume forth to Arthur’s royal snout, and it did itch for kisses. “Methinks that I have It,” thought Arthur to himself, and seeking out a comely chamber- maid, did pet her upon the battlements and made the countryside resound with good sub- stantial kisses. A jolly sport it was... while yet it lasted. But Artie has no luck in matters such as this. His ugly Queen, the sour-faced Gwenevere, perchanced to catch him at it. And he caught helle for fair. | Some moments after, I did chance to come upon the kyng. He hung, dejected, o'er the | balustrade. "Thy beak is red, m'lord,” quoth I. chance the Queen hath tweaked it.” “Pere I did chance to come upon the Kyng. He hung, dejected, o'er the balustrade. Best cof py availabl a hms. JUDGE Ye Knyghts of Ye Table Round Reading from Lefte to Kughte Sir Bedevere, Sir Ray, Sir Gawain, % Kung Arthur, Merlin, Sir Lavainc, Sir Percival The kung and good Sir Kay were catching fish. "She has, for. \ Ry cooth,” spake he. “And \ x I am mightily fed up upon her hooie. The Queen to me is so much badde news. Good Merlin, let us hence and get most primely drunk.” "Thy word is law to me, thou sage,” spake I, and forthwith we _— did don our drinking clothes. We hiked off to the Hot Dog Inn, and there did stow away a shott or two of Gordonne Gynn. It came to pass that after seven more, Kyng Arthur lost his crown. And while he was a-search- ing for it underneath the table, he ran into Sir Kay, his noble Seneschal. ‘Fancy meeting you here!” quoth Arthur, greatly pleased. “I left thee here beneath this very table full a month ago. Hast thou been under ever since?” aS Ue TF pe on Ris Translated from Merlin's Me By Doctor Theophrastus Seu comicbooks.com