Updated: Aug 29, 2020
King Pellinore had made a camp in the forest not far from Arthur's court. There he challenged and bested each of Arthur's knights who passed his way. Pellinore found great amusement in his pastime, but Arthur's patience was wearing thin. And so he rose early one morning and rode alone (or so he thought) to meet this Pennlnore and take up the challenge himself.
The battle was fierce and both were gravely wounded. Pellinore was a seasoned valiant warrior and in his rage might have killed the young king. Hidden from view, Merlin recognized the danger and cast a spell which hung heavy on Pellinore bringing him to the ground in a deep sleep. The king lay unconscious and his sword (that which he had pulled from the stone) lay in pieces. Merlin had Arthur moved to a hermitage to be healed of his wounds, leaving Pellinore to recover in peace. When well enough to travel, Merlin led the king on a journey farr from teh court. For many days they rode until they reached a strange and beautiful Land of Lakes. The magick of the place hung all about them, teasing at their sense of reality. Whispered words rode the wind: "the coming of Arthur draws near." One could sense the company of unseen escorts as they approached the calmest of lakes. Above the still waters a faint air of music danced with the mist. Never had Arthur seen such a place.
"Within the lake lies a rock, and within the rock, a beautiful palace, this is the home of the Lady of the Lake. Speak fair to her." Merlin warned "and she will honour you with a gift of sword and scabbard. The sword is like no other wielded by man; forged in the Otherworld, it is eternal. The scabbard is woven of magick while you wear it no mortal injury will harm you."
With these words, teh mist lifted and the waters rose, giving form to a woman--the Lady was upon the Lake.
She held the king breathless with her gaze as she spoke. "Arthur, king, there lies within you the promise of peace in the land. For this reason I give you my sword. Excalibur will inspire others to follow you, while the scabbard will protect you from harm. This is my gift to further your cause. Take this offering, guard it well, and know you carry my blessing."
With Excalibur in the king's hands the waters breathed, reclaiming the figure that had been the Lady of the Lake. Once again, the mirror sheet hid all from view.
From Ferguson, Anna-Marie. Keeper of Words. 1995 Llewellyn Publications. St. Paul, Minnesota. (74-75)