No one came to claim it, and it lay there, with the golden castle shining in the sun.

Sandy decided to take one more peep.
It was all about gallant knights and noble lords, of damsels passing fair, of tourneys and feasts and battles fierce and long.

Story after story he devoured, until he came to the best one of all.

It told of a beautiful damsel with a mantle richly furred, who was girt with a cumbrous sword which did her great sorrow; for she might not be delivered of it save by a knight who was of passing good name both of his lands and deeds.

And after that all the great knights had striven in vain to draw the sword from its sheath, a poor knight, poorly arrayed, felt in his heart that he might essay it, but was abashed.