It was a busy Christmas day in London, as crowds of people flocked to the local chapel. One of those people was Sir Ecter, an elderly and respected knight who had two sons, Sir Kay, a tenacious new knight, and the 18-year-old squire, Arthur.

 Although it was Christmas, the people were melancholy because the king had died and there was no heir. Suddenly, during the church service, a beaming, blinding light blasted through the windows and a loud bang was heard. A mammoth marble stone appeared in the churchyard. All the bewildered townsfolk flooded outside and the Bishop read aloud the words which were embellished on the strange rock: “Whoso pulleth the sword out of this stone is rightwise born king of England.” Every resolved knight tried and tried to pull out the sword, but it wouldn’t budge. 

It was New Year’s day and all the knights held a tournament in a field near where the sword was located. Unluckily, Kay had forgotten his sword, so he scowled at Arthur and yelled, “Go back to the inn and get my sword, you pig!” The young brother replied, “I’m so sorry, I’ll go fetch it right away.”

Instead, Arthur dislodged the sword in the stone, which was a quicker option. None of the people believed that Arthur had obtained the sword, so the knights put it back in yet all failed in removing it. But like a knife through butter, Arthur easily pulled it out to everyone’s amazement. The squire intrepidly brandished the sword, and all of the people bowed to their new king.