He skeptically interviews Sandy for details about her case, of which she has none. According to custom, she is to ride with Hank as they seek out their adventure. The next day, he is outfitted with a suit of armor, which he describes in detail. Furthermore, because of all of his armor, he unable even to mount his horse and must be carried, like an invalid, and planted upon the saddle. Sandy mounts up behind and the pair are off towards an unknown destination, with the uncouth village boys outside of Camelot hurling sass and clods of dirt at them as a sort of farewell.
Hank finds it ironic that no matter what century, the insolence of little boys stays the same.
After a short while, Hank begins to feel the discomfort of his armor. The sun on the metal makes him very hot, and he is unable to reach his handkerchief, which he has stuffed in his helmet. Cursing all garments without pockets, Hank endures the trickling sweat over his itching, burning body. He also realizes that each time he dismounts, he must wait for passersby to help him on his horse again. Twain's interplay with the elements of Malory's Morte D'Arthur make a considerable portion of the satire and humor found in the book.