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On tournament day, to the king’s great chagrin, Each one left his hauberk behind at the inn.

And then, in the neatest way you could wish, the tear in the back of his hauberk caught on a hook in the wall.

Merry’s sword had stabbed him from behind, shearing through the black mantle, and passing up beneath the hauberk had pierced the sinew behind his mighty knee.

Well, Melias went left for a’ that—and he came by ill-luck stricken through the hauberk at the hands or some mysterious knight wha rode upon him, as Galahad foretold.

Well beyond the gibbet, two men in mail hauberks stood leaning on their spears in front of the long low building by the water, the one with the slate roof.