brave knight had died and who now was in the service of Sir Launcelot.

"By my faith," spoke out Walker to the empty air. He rubbed his eyes.
Yes, it was they.

"A wish come true," was all he could think of. And then he danced
first on one foot, then on the other, uncertain whether to rush to
meet the advancing horsemen or to run inside and advise his master.
His uncertainty ended only when he was indoors again.

"Master, master, come you here," he called. "See who comes," he
shouted gleefully.

Sir Galahad came toward him. But not as quick as the eager, youthful
Charles. After them all, came the Lady Jeanne.

"It is Launcelot, by my faith," Sir Galahad shouted gleefully. "He was
to meet me in Normandy and has followed close on my heels. What luck!"
And he waved to the approaching knight who returned the salute and
increased his speed.

The Lady Jeanne turned questioning eyes to the squire, who nodded
happily.

"My lady," Sir Galahad turned to her. "Now you may well have hope and
faith. And well may you give us your blessing for we shall bring your
daughter to you, have no fear."

So spoke the knight whose faith in Sir Launcelot's prowess was most
profound.