“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”
“then with both hands i flung [excaliber], wheeling him; but when i looked again, behold an arm, clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, that caught him by the hilt, and brandished him three times, and drew him under in the mere.”