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?"