"A very good name too. My name—but I cannot tell you that yet awhile. I am on a quest, and my real name I may not tell."
George gazed at him. "I think you look like Sir Tristram. May I call you by that name, please?"
The knight smiled. "'Tis a great name, and a great knight bore it; so, if it please you, Tristram I will be to you, but to you alone."
"Oh, it's a secret between ourselves then!... Will you take me with you on your quest?"
"You are full young to be a squire, but you too are in search of adventure, are you not?" asked Sir Tristram.
"Yes, I'm seeking my fortune," replied George.
"I expect it's not far off. We will look for it together," and the knight smiled kindly.
Then they set to work and ate all the good things which had been provided for them. The gentleman in scarlet and gold—who, Sir Tristram told George in a whisper, was the chamberlain—reappeared, and bowing solemnly, said: "The King hopes that you are feeling refreshed from your journey, and wishes to hear of your adventures." He then turned and led the way through another door.
They followed him down a long passage and found themselves in the presence of the King. He was standing quite alone and without his crown on, but you could see that he was a real king. He bade them welcome and listened attentively while Sir Tristram related his adventures.
"And you, young squire?" he said, turning with a smile to George. "Are you, too, following a quest?"