each other courteously, and then the White Knight told Sir Galahad the story of the shield, and how it had been given into his charge. Afterwards they parted, and Sir Galahad and his squire returned unto the Abbey whence they came.
The monks made great joy at seeing Sir Galahad again, for they feared he was gone for ever; and as soon as he was alighted from his horse they brought him unto a tomb in the churchyard where there was night and day such a noise that any man who heard it should be driven nigh mad, or else lose his strength. ‘Sir,’ they said, ‘we deem it a fiend.’ Sir Galahad drew near, all armed save his helmet, and stood by the tomb. ‘Lift up the stone,’ said a monk, and Galahad lifted it, and a voice cried, ‘Come thou not nigh me, Sir Galahad, for thou shalt make me go again where I have been so long.’ But Galahad took no heed of him, and lifted the stone yet higher, and there rushed from the tomb a foul smoke, and in the midst of it leaped out the foulest figure that ever was seen in the likeness of a man. ‘Galahad,’ said the figure, ‘I see about thee so many angels that my power dare not touch thee.’ Then Galahad, stooping down, looked into the tomb, and he saw a body all armed lying there, with a sword by his side. ‘Fair brother,’ said Galahad, ‘let us remove this body, for he is not worthy to be in this churchyard, being a false Christian man.’
This being done they all departed and returned unto the monastery, where they lay that night, and the next morning Sir Galahad knighted Melias his squire, as he had promised him aforetime. So Sir Galahad and Sir Melias departed thence, in quest of the Holy Graal, but they soon went their different ways and fell upon different adventures. In his first encounter Sir Melias was sore wounded, and Sir Galahad came to his help, and left him to an old monk who said that he would heal him of his wounds in the space of seven weeks, and that he was
