sir galahad offers help
it was but a week and a day later that sir galahad proceeded further. with him was the faithful walker who was overly pleased to be on his way and also charles, the young son of sir guilbert. eager was the lad and highly pleased to go forth with the brave knight.
sir galahad had had hopes of meeting sir launcelot who had planned to be in normandy, and merlin as well. but he would wait no longer, he was in no mood to tarry now.
there came a day of storm, fierce was the rain and sleet and the wind so strong that the knight, and his party found it arduous task to keep the road. sir galahad decided to stop and seek shelter at the first refuge that they should find.
a little later they came to an old but magnificent castle and in answer to the summons of walker, an ancient man appeared.
"what will you?" the old man quavered.
"my master seeks shelter until the storm passes. he is a worshipful knight. go you to your master with his request."
the man hobbled within the castle. soon he returned.
"there is no master here but my mistress bids me welcome the worshipful knight and beseech his entrance."
so they went within and the old man threw logs on the open fire which blazed right merrily. sir galahad and the two with him made themselves comfortable. soon food and drink was brought to them of which they partook with good grace.
the storm did not subside and night came on.
"old man," sir galahad said to the ancient servitor. "pay you my respects to the lady whose hospitality we enjoy and ask that she grace us with her presence. tell her that it is sir galahad, knight of the round table, who seeks it."
there came a long wait which left the three a wondering. then there came forth a lady who was followed by the ancient servitor. stately she was and of noble bearing. yet it could be seen that she was fearful and disturbed.
"my lord wished my presence?" she asked and her tone was tremulous.
"i owe you apology for this disturbance," the knight said courteously. "but we also owe you thanks for your gracious hospitality. there seems need that we disturb you further since the storm stays and we cannot proceed as we would. may we find lodging within your walls?"
the lady looked fearfully about.
"i cannot deny you. truly it is no night to be outdoors. stay then and welcome."
morning found the storm in no wise abated. the lady of the castle did not appear at the morning meal. but the old man was there to serve them. he too, seemed much disturbed and made as if to have speech with sir galahad, once or twice.
"what troubles your pate, old man?" walker finally asked him.
"these are dark days for the house of sanscourt," the latter replied and crossed himself.
"perhaps, good man, it may be within us to lighten them," sir galahad said kindly, "if we can, it may repay in part for your mistress' hospitality."
"would that my lady could find it in her to confide in you. for you seem right friendly, my lord."
"beseech you her. tell her that sir galahad offers his services if she has need of them."
the man soon returned.
"my lady thanks you kindly for your offer and she will see you soon," he said.
the knight waited but a few moments when his hostess came into the room.
"you are gracious, sir galahad. i doubt whether there can be any help for me. yet i shall tell you my story for there still may be hope for so wretched a person as myself."
"my lady, it is the duty of all true knights to be of help to those in distress. wherefore, i hold but to my knightly vow, in my promise of service to you."
the lady jeanne made no answer, seemingly she had not heard him. sir galahad watched her, saw her look which seemed afar, saw the dark rims around her eyes. they spoke of many hours of weeping.
now she turned to him.
"i think, my lord, this storm that seems as if it will not cease has been sent by god. strange though it may seem it brings me hope, dim though that hope may be, yet i treasure it. little reason for hope have i had.
"think me not rude, sir galahad, and think not that i question your valor or skill. but this is task for no lone knight, for my enemy is strong and powerful. i may be selfish too, in that i draw you into my troubles but i am like one who drowning, must need snatch at a straw. and many knights would hesitate long to offer service where the cause is as hopeless as mine seemingly is. nor will i blame you or hold you, if after my story is done, you find no way in which you can help me.
"listen then and you will see why i count this storm as sign of hope sent to me."
