The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1894-12-08
SIR OMAR.

A ruff OF northeast wind shot over
leaf from the sycamore on It's summit,
and swooped like wave upon the roofs
and chimney stacks below. The smoke
ascending through the cki1aneys was
caught midway and driven bark with
showers Of scot and wood ash. [iiscom-
titirg the towrsmen who fingered by
their hearths 10 read TIE morning pa
per. The blast, its strength thus a~rol-cn,
fell fiat upon the macadam of the main
street, scattering its fire dust into fan
shaped figCrcs, then died away west
ward in eddias. Among these eddies the
sycamore Leaf danced and twirled, now
shooting along the ground upon its
edge, like Il Tin disk, low whisked up
to the level Of the first story Windows.
A nurse, holding up q 3-year-old child
behind the zane, called cut, pointing
after the leaf:
"Look-tlere goes Sir Dinarr'
Now the legend Of Sir Dinar is as old
as the round table, though later
touches, easily detected, have been add
ed to it. And this is how they tell it:
Sir Dinar was the first son and cone
Hest OF King Geraint, who had left Ar
thurs court for his own castle above
Observation-Disclosures and was buried,
when his time came over the Mare, il
his golden boat, with his silver oars be-
side him. To fiji his seat at the round
table he sent, in the lads sixteenth
year, this Dinar, who, III two years,
was made knight by King Arthur, and
in the third was turned an old man be-
fore he had achieved a single deed Ct
note, as is to be shown.
For on the fifth day after he was dub
bed knight, upon the feast Of Pentecost,
there began the great quest Of the Sane
grael, which took Sir Lancoiot from the
court, Sir Perceval, Sir Bors, Sir Ga
~waine, Sir Galahad and the flower of
Arthur's knights. And because, after
their going, it was all sad cheer at
Camelot, and heavy, empty days Sir
Qinar took two of his best friends aside,
both young knights, Sir Galhaltin and
Sir Ozanna lie Occur Hardi, and spoke
to them Of riding from the court by
stealth, "for," he said, 1--WE have many
days before us, and no villainy upon
our conscience, and besides are eager.
Who knows, then, but we may achieve
this adventure Of the Sancgrael?" So
theylistened and impaired it to another,
Sir S%entrail, and the four rode forth
privily n morning before the dawn
and set their faces northward.
Now, the day of their setting out was
that next after Christmas and is the
feast of. Stephen the Martyr, and as they
rode through a thick wood it came into
Sir Dinar's mind that upon this day it
was'right to kill any bird that flew in
remembrance that, when st. Stephen
had all but escaped from the soldiers
who guarded him, a small bird had
sung in their ears and awakened them.
By this the sky was growing white with
the morning, but nothing yet clear to
the sight, and while they pressed for.
ward under the naked boughs, thei1
horses hoofscrackling the frozen under
growth beneath them, Sir Dinar was
aware of a birds wing ruffiing ahead and
let fly a bolt without warning his com.
panions why he did this, who had forgot.
ten what morning it was and drew rein
in their establishment.
But pressing forward in a minute
they came upon a gerfalcon lying, with
long lunes hanging about his feet and
through his breast the hole that Sir
Dinar's bolt had made. While they
stopped over this bird the sun got up
and lifting their heads they saw a green
glade before them, and in the midst OF
the glade three pavilions set, each of
red sendal, that shone at the first touci,
Of the morning. In the first pavilion
slept sever knights, and in the second a
score of damsels, but by the door of the
third stood a lady, fair and tall, in a
robe of samite, who, as they drew near
to accost her, inquired of them:
(Which of you four has slain my
g%erfalcon?"
And when Sir Dinar confessed and
began to make his excuse, ''Silly
knight" said she, "who couldst not
guess that my falcon. too, was abroad
to avenge the blessed Stephen! Or dost
think that it was a hawk, of all birds,
that sang a sweet melody in the ears Of
his guards?" @
With that she laughed, as if pacified,
and asked of their affairs, and being
told that they rode in search of the
gael she laughed again. SAVING.