Short Story On Christmas At Camelot

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For this reason, an earthly adventure I aim to show

A sight that some men might hold strange,

And an outrageous adventure, even among the wonders of Arthur.

If you will listen to this story just for a little while,

I shall tell it as I have heard it told in town,

As it is said and spoken

In a story, that cannot be changed,

With linking letters,

Written in the land so long ago.

Christmas at Camelot

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This king lay royally at Camelot at Christmas,

With many lords, the best of men,

All the rich brethren at the Round Table,

With rich revel and reckless mirth.

There are many tournament fighters at this time,

Jousted, completely happy, and these gentle knights,

Then carried themselves to the court to sing carols.

For the feast was held for a full fifteen

The horse that he rode on was the same green hue,

Certainly;

A green horse, great and thick,

A steed full of restrain,

In an embroidered bridle quick,

To the giant, he was full of gain.

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He was dressed well in all over green,

And the hair on his head matched that of his horse 's.

Fair, flowing locks covered his shoulders;

A beard as big as a bush that hung over his chest,

And mixed with his noble hair that reached from his head

And was neatly trimmed around his elbows,

So that half of his arms were caught under

Something like a King 's cape that was close to his neck;

The hair of the great horse was much like it,

Very curly and combed, with many knots in it,

And the green hair was braided with a thread,

Always going one strand of hair and one piece of golden thread;

The tail and the mane tied the same way,

And both were bound together with a band of bright green

Adorned with bright gems, that went as long as the dock lasted,

And then ties up with a thong in a knot above

Where many bells of burnished gold rang.

There was never such a horse, nor a knight that rides him,

That was seen in that hall over all the time.

His looks were as bright