A week and a day Sir Galahad stayed at the court. Nor was he there many hours before he found that Yosalinde was not home as yet but would be within the month. Yet he would not stay, for after long and serious converse with both Merlin and Sir Launcelot, he followed the great urge to go forward. For he felt the call now greater, more insistent. Yet did he somewhat fret since this urge, this call seemed to lead him nowhere, seemed only to beckon that he go.
"Fret not, lad, perhaps many a year shall you wander before you find the Grail. Many places shall you go. Yet let not your way ever be impatient." So spoke the Wizard.
"I go to Normandy soon, Merlin."
"You shall find me there," now spoke Sir Launcelot, "for I too go hither to seek adventure. I pray that we meet, Galahad and that together we have many eventful days. Though full well do I know your way in great part, must be alone."
"That it must be," Merlin advised.
And so the next day and the next he stayed. From everyone and everywhere great favor was his. King Arthur, too, held much converse with him and he remembered the first days the lad had come to court and how he had ordered the herald to send him forth for Sir Launcelot and Gawaine.
But the day came at last when he and Walker adventured forth. And the new knight carried no shield for one was awaiting him, a shield that carried a great cross to signify his seeking. This he was to find at the convent near Carboneck. So Merlin had advised him.
Two days of journey passed without ontoward event but on the third day there came to him a yeoman in great woe.
"What grieves you, friend?" asked Walker while Sir Galahad waited.
"Great are my troubles for my master will surely flay me until I die. I was bringing him his best horse from the castle when a knight stopped me. Though I told him that the horse was my master's and how much store he set by it yet did he take the same from me. When I protested as best I might, he brought his sword upon me and it was fortune that I was not slain."
"Know you the knight?" asked Sir Galahad kindly.
"Nay, Sir, except that he told me he needed the horse at Calomet."
"I shall go hither. It is but a short journey and you may come with me. For it does not seem a knightly act, this taking of your master's horse and it needs explaining."
"I thank you master. For little value though my life may be, I value it nevertheless," replied the yeoman.
So they went on to Calomet. And when they arrived there the yeoman most fortunately espied his master's horse.
"Yonder, Sir Knight, is the horse," and he pointed excitedly.
There stood a white horse, truly a beast well worth owning. A beautiful head, a great body that showed strength and grace, set well on strong, shapely limbs. A head which its owner held right fearlessly, yet the eyes of the beast were soft and kindly and indicated that he could be ridden by child or woman.
"A good beast and well worth fighting for, if need be," said Walker.
"Yet more worthy the fight, if there is need of one, the fact that this knight we are to meet is so unfair," replied Sir Galahad.
So now they came to the house. Walker and the yeoman dismounted and went up to the horse, which had been tied but temporarily and was awaiting its rider.
And as they stood there, there came from within the house a knight who had espied them.
"What wish you, knaves?" he asked, scowling.
"It is my master who wishes your presence," replied Walker.
"He shall have his wish satisfied," the knight made reply, turning to Galahad, who was a little further away.
"Do you wish word with me, Sir Knight?" he asked.
"I seek him who claims to be the owner of this horse," replied Sir Galahad.
"Then you have found him for he is no other than I," was the answer.
"Yet how can he be yours, Sir Knight, if this yeoman claims it is his master's horse?" Sir Galahad questioned.
"I have made you answer to question that should concern you but little. What ado wish you to make of it?"
"Only that the horse goes to this yeoman so that he can bring him to his rightful owner."
The other laughed aloud.
"I wot, strange knight, I wonder well how you can do this thing when I am here to say you nay. And when my sword is even more severe in keeping you from boastful attempt."
And then without further parley the knight brought his sword to play. But sorry adventure this for him and Sir Galahad though still without shield brought him right quickly to earth. A sorry match was he for the young knight, so ill matched that Walker smiled in glee at his efforts.
The knight now held his peace as Sir Galahad told the yeoman to take his master's horse and go hence. But he scowled and as Sir Galahad turned to go he bespoke him.
"Sir Knight, I shall not forget your meddling in what was of no concern to you. And the day may come when you will regret this deed."
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"True, Sir Knight," replied Sir Galahad. "I shall have need to make assurance that my horse is secured so that he may not be stolen." And laughing and full at ease he left the beaten knight to his surly thoughts.
Yet as he went the strange yeoman followed him. So that Sir Galahad turned to him somewhat in amaze.
"I thought that your way was opposite."
"My way, Sir Knight, goes only to yonder turn. Yet before I leave I make you gift of this horse. He is yours. That was not a true tale as to who owned this horse. For its true owner is none other than you and my story such as to test you and find answer to whether you would help those who are in trouble, though the trouble owner be lowly born. The horse is sent by friend of yours whose name is not to be related. I wish you well, Sir Knight."
Much overcome was Sir Galahad at the princely gift, for the horse had impressed him much.
"Tell you this unknown friend of mine, that I value this gift as naught else. Tell you too, that I name him the Seeker, in full honor of my quest."
So then the strange yeoman departed whilst the knight and his faithful man went on their way.
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