So then the trio turned toward the East seeking but never finding that
all elusive Grail which seemed ever ahead of them. Strange lands they
passed through and it left them with wonderment at the bigness of the
world in which they lived.

For Sir Galahad and for the boy Charles, each day brought the wonder
of new things to see. For Walker, the Squire, though he would not make
confession to his master, there grew the wish to see again the
pleasant green of England's shore. None of the wonders of these
strange lands held allure for him, since they but proved England's
greater worth.

But when twitted by his master he would make no confession of his
home-sickness.

"Nay master. I am a man and would hold it weak whimsy to let yearning
for my home land encompass me. I go where you will and soon enough
will I make return to our home shores."

And the Grail, Symbol of Honor, of Faith, of Service and of Piety! No
nearer to the finding did the young knight appear to be. Even so, the
zest for it, the need for finding it stayed ever with him.

So he reached Rome and stayed in it for many days. Many strangers
were there from many lands but few who knew of the Holy Grail. And
none who could tell him where it could be found.

"I would seek, were I you, in the Holy Land," said one pious man.