Indeed, they elected one straight off -- Sir Hervis de Revel.
_Bzz_! Here he came, like a house afire; I dodged: he passed like a flash, with my horse-hair coils settling around his neck; a second or so later, _fst_! his saddle was empty.
I got another encore; and another, and another, and still another.
When I had snaked five men out, things began to look serious to the ironclads, and they stopped and consulted together.

As a result, they decided that it was time to waive etiquette and send their greatest and best against me.

To the astonishment of that little world, I lassoed Sir Lamorak de Galis, and after him Sir Galahad.

So you see there was simply nothing to be done now, but play their right bower--bring out the superbest of the superb, the mightiest of the mighty, the great Sir Launcelot himself! A proud moment for me?
I should think so.

Yonder was Arthur, King of Britain; yonder was Guenever; yes, and whole tribes of little provincial kings and kinglets; and in the tented camp yonder, renowned knights from many lands; and likewise the selectest body known to chivalry, the Knights of the Table Round, the most illustrious in Christendom; and biggest fact of all, the very sun of their shining system was yonder couching his lance, the focal point of forty thousand adoring eyes; and all by myself, here was I laying for him.