GUY AND HIS LION
 At one time Guy stayed a long while with the King of
Greece, helping him to fight his battles.
The King of Greece, like all the other kings whom Guy
helped, loved him very much. He had no sons of his
own, so he asked Guy to marry his daughter and become
king after him. Buy Guy said, "I cannot marry the
Princess. I love a beautiful lady who lives in
England. Some day, when I am rich and famous, I am
going back to marry her."
The King of Greece was very sorry when he heard this,
but he hoped that Guy would yet change his mind.
Now it happened that one day Guy went out hunting. As
he rode through a great
 forest, he heard a most terrible noise. It was like
the sea roaring, yet it was not the sea, for there was
no sea near. It was like the wind howling in the trees
of a windy night, yet it was so still that not a leaf
stirred. It was like the crash of thunder, yet the sky
was calm and clear. What could it be?
Guy, who was always ready for an adventure, turned his
horse towards the place from where the terrific noise
seemed to come. As he rode on, the forest grew thicker
and thicker, the noise louder and louder. At last,
quite suddenly, he came out into a large open space.
There he beheld the most wonderful sight. There a Lion
and a Dragon were fiercely fighting.
Guy stopped to watch. "I will wait to see which is the
weaker," he said to himself, "then I will help him."
That was Guy's way. He always took the side of the
weak, and of the people who seemed to be having the
worst of the fight.
 That was one reason why he was such a hero, and why
every one loved him so much.
It was a tremendous fight. With an angry roar and
fierce gaping jaws the Lion sprang upon the Dragon.
But neither its teeth nor claws could pierce the strong
scales with which the monster was covered. They seemed
as if they were made of steel.
The Dragon beat with its mighty wings, making a sound
like the howl of the wind in the trees. He waved his
crooked, knotted tail, and twisted it round and round
the Lion. Tighter and tighter wound the horrid coils;
the Lion could scarcely breathe; it gave one despairing
roar, and then lay still. It could struggle no longer.
The devouring jaws, wide gaping and terrible, seemed
about to close upon it, when, with a shout, Guy drew
his sword, and, setting spurs to his horse, sprang upon
As Guy's sword flashed and fell, the fierce creature
loosed its hold upon the Lion. It turned its blazing
eyes, burning with living
 fire, upon Guy. Flames and smoke poured from its
mouth. It raised its speckled crest high—higher than
Guy could reach with his long sword. Towering above
him the Dragon belched forth fire and smoke, then,
swift as lightning, it darted out its terrible sting.
It was pointed like a spear, and was sharper than any
sword. Hither and thither it darted, while Guy hewed
and hacked at it in vain.
Then, with a horrid roar, the Dragon raised its wings
and twisted its scaly tail round the legs of Guy's
For a moment all seemed lost. But, like a flash, Guy
leaped from his horse, dived beneath the Dragon"s
outspread wing, and with the strength of three men
plunged his sword deep into the brute's side.
With one last roar of baffled rage and pain the Dragon
rolled over on the gorund. For a few minutes its
knotted, scaly tail and grisly, speckled crest quivered
and twisted, then all was still. The horrible beast
Having made sure that the Dragon was really dead, Guy
cut off its head, and, fixing
 it upon his spear, he calmly mounted his horse, which
happily was not at all hurt, and rode away. He had not
gone far, however, when he heard the sound of something
running behind him. Looking back, he saw the Lion
coming bounding quickly along.
"I suppose I must kill this beast too," said Guy to
himself. He did not feel very pleased at the thought,
for he was tired after his fight with the Dragon, but
springing from his horse, he drew his sword and stood
On came the Lion, leaping and bounding. But as it came
near, instead of springing fiercely at Guy, the beast
rolled over on the grass. It licked Guy's feet, and
fawned upon him, purring softly like a great pussy-cat
all the time.
Guy was very much astonished. He bent down, stroked
the Lion's head, and tickled its ears. That seemed to
please it very much, and it rubbed its head against
Guy, evidently in great delight. Then it jumped up,
and putting its two great paws gently on Guy's
shoulders, licked his face.
FIXING THE DRAGON'S HEAD UPON HIS SPEAR, GUY RODE AWAY.
 Guy was pleased to find the animal so grateful for
having been saved from the dreadful Dragon. But he
thought that now, having shown its gratitude, the Lion
would go back to the woods. So he mounted his horse,
and again rode away. But the Lion did not go back.
Instead, it trotted behind Guy's horse like a great
dog, and Guy was so pleased that he did not send it
When they came to the town, the people were very much
frightened. The women and children, and some of the
men too, ran away screaming, when they saw a lion
trotting through the streets.
But Guy told them not to be afraid. He played with the
Lion, and showed them that it was quite gentle.
Soon the people became accustomed to Guy's Lion. It
followed him everywhere, just like a dog. It always
slept in Guy's room, and once when he was ill it would
neither eat nor drink for three days and nights.
Guy loved his Lion very much. It was always gentle and
good, and the little
 children of the town grew to love it too. They pulled
its tail and mane, rode upon its back, and did all
sorts of things with it, yet the gentle beast never
snapped or even growled at them.
Nearly every one loved Guy, but there was one wicked
man called Morgadour who hated him. He was jealous of
Guy. He was very angry that the King wished Guy to
marry his daughter, for he wanted to marry her himself,
and one day become king.
Morgadour would have liked to kill Guy, but he knew
that would be a very difficult and dangerous thing to
do. So, as he did not dare to kill Guy, Morgadour
tried to hurt him in every way he could.
One day Guy went ot the palace to see the King. As
usual his Lion trotted behind him. While Guy went into
the palace, the Lion played about in the courtyard,
waiting for him.
Guy had some very particular business with the King
that day, and he stayed talking to him for a long time.
 so long that at last the Lion grew tired of playing and
lay down to sleep.
When Guy came out of the palace, he was so deep in
thought that he forgot about his Lion, and went home,
leaving it sleeping in the courtyard.
Morgadour was sitting at a window in the palace, and he
saw Guy go home without his Lion. Then his wicked
heart was glad. "Aha!" he said, "I cannot kill thee,
Guy of Warwick, but I will grieve thee. I will kill
this pestilent Lion of thine."
Taking his sword, he crept stealthily across the
courtyard. No one was near. He glanced fearfully at
all the palace windows. There was no one to be seen.
On he crept, step by step, nearer and nearer to the
sleeping Lion until he was quite close to it. Then,
with one sure, quick stroke, he plunged his sword deep
into its side. A moment later he fled.
Morgadour had not quite killed the Lion. With a low
growl of pain it awoke and rose to its feet. Then
slowly and painfully,
 marking all the way with blood as it went, the wounded
animal dragged itself home, and lay down at its
master's feet to die.
When Guy saw what a dreadful wound his Lion had, he was
sorely grieved. He was angry, too, for he knew that it
was the deed of some wicked man.
"Whoever has done this will bitterly repent it," he
said. "He shall feel the vengeance of Guy of Warwick."
Guy tried everything he could to stop the bleeding and
save his dear Lion's life, but it was all of no use.
The poor animal feebly licked its master's hand, then,
with a great sigh, stretched itself out and died.
Guy had a beautiful tomb made, and in it he laid his
Lion. Upon the outside he caused its story to be
carved. Then he went to the King and told him of all
that had happened.
The King was very angry that any of his people should
have hurt or offended Guy, for he wanted him to marry
the Princess, and stay with him always to help in his
battles. H swore to punish the wicked person who
 had done the deed. But no one knew who had done it.
No one seemed to have seen Morgadour, and no one
But some one had seen him. A little scullion-maid had
been standing near the kitchen window, and she had
watched Morgadour do the deed.
At first she was afraid to tell about it. She knew
that Morgadour was a cruel man, and she feared him.
But at last one day she made up her mind to be brave.
She went to Guy and told him who it was that had killed
Guy was furiously angry. Seizing his sword, he went
off at once to find Morgadour.
"Take thy sword and defend thyself as best thou
mayest," he said, as soon as they met. "Prepare to
die, cowardly villain that thou art."
Morgadour took his sword, but of course he had no
chance against Guy of Warwick. Soon he lay on the
ground, pierced through the heart.
"So may all cowards die," said Guy, and turned away.
He went to the King and told him that he could no
longer remain in Greece after what had happened.
The King was much grieved, and begged him to stay. But
Guy would not. He took a ship and sailed away, never
again to return.