"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.