“And near him stood the Lady of the Lake
Who knows a subtler magic than his own-
Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful.
She gave the King his huge cross-hilted sword,
Whereby to drive the heathen out. A mist
Of incense curl’d about her, and her face
Well nigh was hidden in the minster gloom;
But there was heard among the hold hymns
A voice as of the waters, for she dwell
Down in the deep-calm, whatsoever storms
May shake the world- and when the surface rolls,
Hath power to walk the waters like our Lord.”

“Then with both hands I flung him [Excalibur], wheeling him; But when I looked again, behold an arm; Clothed in white samite, mystical, wonderful,
That caught him by the hilt, and brandished him
Three times, and drew him under the mere.”

That is an old pin up navy girl under the clear grips on both sides!

Submitted by Eric