Historical Tales, vol. 14, Part II, Charles Morris [i read book TXT] 📗
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"Sir," said the ladies, with weeping eyes, "we bring you this child, whom we have long nourished, and pray you to make him a knight; for there is no worthier man from whom he can receive the order of knighthood, and we hold him worthy of your sword."
Lancelot looked long at the young squire, and saw that he was seemly, and demure as a dove, and of wonderful beauty of form and features, and his heart went out with great love for the beautiful youth.
"What is his name?" asked Lancelot.
"We call him Galahad."
"Comes this desire from himself?"
"It does," said they all.
"From whom has he sprung?"
"His mother is dead. His father is a full noble knight, as you shall soon learn."
"Then he shall be knighted by my hand to-morrow at the morning services, for truly he seems worthy of it."
That night, Lancelot's cousins, Bors and Lionel, stopped at the abbey, and spent there a cheery evening with their noble kinsman. At early morn of the next day he gave the accolade to the youth, pronouncing him knight, and bidding Bors and Lionel to stand as his godfathers in the order of knighthood.
"And may God make you a good man and a noble knight," he said. "Beauty you have now, equal to any I have ever seen, and strength and courage I doubt not; if you bear with these a noble heart and an earnest mind you have the best treasures that God can confer or man possess."
Then, when they had broken their fast, Lancelot said to the demure and modest young knight,—
"Fair sir, will you come with me to the court of King Arthur?"
"I humbly beg your pardon," said Galahad, "but I cannot come at this time. Trust me to follow soon."
Then Lancelot and his cousins left the abbey and rode to Camelot, where they arrived before the hour of the feast. In the great hall were many noble knights, some of them strangers, who walked about the Round Table, reading the names in letters of gold in the several seats, and saying,—
"Here sits Gawaine, here Lancelot, here Percivale," and so with the others.
At length they came to the seat perilous, in which no man but Percivale had hitherto dared to sit, and which he no longer occupied. To their deep surprise they found there newly written in letters of gold these words,—
"Four hundred and fifty-four winters after the passion of our Lord Jesus Christ, the knight shall come for whom this seat is held by destiny."
"What marvellous thing is this?" cried all who saw it. "Here is a miracle."
"In the name of God, what means it?" cried Lancelot. "Percivale long since had warning to leave that seat. Who shall fill it to-day, for this is the feast of Pentecost of the four hundred and fifty-fourth year. The year and day have come, but where and who is the man? I advise that these letters be hidden, till he come for whom this seat is pre-ordained."
Then it was ordered that the writing should be covered with a cloth of silk; and the king bade his guests to hasten to dinner, and forget for the time being what they had seen.
"Sir," said Kay, the steward, "if you go to table now you will break your old custom, not to sit at dinner on this day till you have seen or heard of some adventure."
"Very true," said the king. "I had forgotten my custom through this strange event."
As they stood thus speaking, there came hastily into the court a squire, whose eyes were big with wonder.
"Sire, I bring you marvellous tidings," he cried to the king.
"What are they?" demanded Arthur.
"As I stood but now by the river, I saw floating on its waters a great square stone, and above this stood the hilt of a sword, whose blade was thrust deeply into the stone."
"A stone that floats!" said the king. "That is strange, indeed. I must see this marvel."
Then he, followed by all the knights, went to the river, and saw there that the squire had spoken truly; for a great stone that seemed of red marble floated like wood on the water, and thrust deeply into it was a rich sword, in whose pommel were many jewels of price. As they looked in wonder the stone whirled inward on an eddy and came aground at their feet. And now they saw that the precious stones were set in letters of gold, which none there could read. But there was a man at the court learned in strange tongues, and he being sent for, read these with ease, and thus interpreted them,—
"Never shall the hand of man draw me from this stone until he comes by whose side I am to hang; and he shall be the best knight in the world."
"Lay your hand on this sword and draw it," said the king to Lancelot. "To you it surely belongs; for you are the best knight in the world."
"Best of hand, mayhap, but not of heart and life," said Lancelot, soberly. "Certes, sir, that sword is not for me, nor have I the hardiness to set hand thereto. I had a vision in my last night's sleep, and this it told me: that he who seeks to draw that sword, and fails therein, shall in time receive from it a wound which shall be very long in healing. And this more I learned, that this same day, and with the drawing of that sword, shall begin the marvellous quest of the holy vessel, the Sangreal. For fate has destined that this precious amulet shall be sought throughout the world; and to him who finds it the greatest of earth's honors shall come."
The king and all the knights heard these words with wonder, for Lancelot spoke like one inspired. Then Arthur turned to Gawaine.
"Fair nephew," he said, "try you this task for my love."
"Saving your good grace," said Gawaine, "that I shall not do."
"Then, sir, seek to draw the sword at my command."
"Your command I must obey," said Gawaine, "yet I dread to meddle with magic."
Then he took the sword by the handle, and pulled with all his might, but he could not stir it.
"I thank you," said the king, "for the trial, even if you have failed."
"My lord Gawaine," said Lancelot, "bear well in mind, this sword shall touch you so sore that you would give the best castle in this kingdom not to have set your hand thereto."
"It may be," answered Gawaine. "Yet I could not disobey the command of the king."
Then the king turned to Percivale, and asked him for his love to try the task.
"Gladly will I," he said, "if only to bear Gawaine fellowship."
But pull as strongly as he would, the sword yielded not to his hand. And there were more there so hardy as to disregard Lancelot's warning and seek to draw the sword, but to no hand would it yield.
"Try no more," said Kay to the king. "You have seen your marvel, and now may, with a good appetite, go to your dinner."
This advice seemed timely to the king, and all went to the court, where the knights took their seats at the Round Table, and were served by young men lately made knights. When they had been fully served, every seat being filled save the seat perilous, another marvellous thing happened. For suddenly all the doors and windows of the hall shut of themselves. Yet the room was not greatly darkened, and men looked into one another's faces with abashed and frightened visages.
"Fair fellows and lords," said the king, "this is a day of strange events. And I doubt if we shall not see greater before night comes, for it seems a day set aside by the fates."
As he spoke, there came into the hall an ancient man, clothed all in white, but no knight knew through which door he had entered. By the hand he led a young knight, clad in red armor, but without sword or shield, an empty scabbard hanging by his side.
"Peace be with you, fair lords," said the old man. Then he turned to King Arthur, and said,—
"Sir, I bring with me a young knight who is of kingly lineage, and of the kindred of Joseph of Arimathea. By his hand many strange marvels are destined to be accomplished."
The king heard these words with close attention, and answered graciously,—
"Sir, you are right welcome here, and the young knight you bring."
Then the old man removed the youth's armor, and put upon him a coat of red sendal and a mantle that was furred with ermine. And Lancelot saw that the young man was he whom he had knighted that morning at the abbey.
But the chief wonder of the day was now to appear. For the old man said to his young companion,—
"Sir, follow me." He led him around the table till they came to the seat perilous, beside which sat Lancelot. Here the old man lifted up the silken cloth, and lo! the letters which had been covered were gone, and new letters of gold were visible, which read,—
"This is the seat of Galahad, the high prince."
"Sir," said the old man, "this seat is yours. Long has it waited your coming."
And he seated him therein, while all the circle of knights looked on in wonder. Now for the first time the young knight spoke.
"Dear sir," he said, "you may now depart, for you have done well what you were commanded to do. Recommend me to my grandsire, King Pellam, and say to him that I will come and see him as soon as I may."
With this the old man departed. Outside there waited twenty noble squires, who mounted when he came, and rode away with him. The Knights of the Round Table marvelled greatly at all this, and the more so on seeing that he who occupied that chair of peril was one so tender of age, and a youth whom no one knew, nor whence he came; but to one another they privately said,—
"This is he by whom the Sangreal shall be achieved; for none ever sat there before but Percivale, and he was not long deemed worthy to occupy that seat."
The talk of this strange event quickly passed through the palace, and came to the queen, who heard it with wonder. Those who brought word said that the youth resembled Sir Lancelot.
"I must see this strange thing," she said, and, followed by her ladies, she entered the hall.
"It is Sir Lancelot in youth again," she cried, on looking the young knight in the face. "Fair sir, tell me truly, what father had you, and what mother."
"King Pellam is my grandsire," answered Galahad, "and Elaine was my mother. As for my father, I know him not."
"Then do I," cried the queen, "for he sits beside you. Sir Lancelot is your father. You are son unto the noblest knight that ever wore sword."
At these words Lancelot rose up in haste, for he had not dreamed of what was to come; and he clasped the youth in his arms and kissed his fair young face with a love that overflowed his heart.
"My son!" he said. "Can it be? Greatly, indeed, have I felt drawn unto you."
"And my heart went out to you, dear father," said Galahad, "from the moment I looked upon your noble face."
The sight of this affecting meeting filled all hearts there with joy, and the king warmly congratulated Lancelot on having found so worthy a son; "for to him, I dare avow," he said, "is destined that great achievement of the Sangreal of which you have this day told us."
Then Arthur took Galahad by the
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