"It was bright as silver when I made it--I was like you, I forged my own weapons, forged them with these hands.

But now the damps of the grave have rusted it.
Odsbodikins! is this a thing for a good knight to appear in before his judge?
And to-morrow is doomsday, so they all say." Then Henry pitied the poor simple knight (in his dream), and offered his services to polish the corslet up a bit against that great occasion.

He pointed toward his forge, and the knight marched to it, in three wide steps that savored strongly of theatrical burlesque.

But the moment he saw the specimens of Henry's work lying about, he drew back, and wheeled upon the man of the day with huge disdain.

"What," said he, "do you forge toys! Learn that a gentleman can only forge those weapons of war that gentlemen do use.