For a month or more Lancelot abode in this ship, driven about the seas, and sustained by no food, but by the grace of the Holy Ghost, for he prayed fervently for God's aid night and morning.
At length came a night when the ship touched the shore. Here he landed, being somewhat weary of the deck. And as he stood on the strand he heard a horse approach, and soon one rode by that seemed a knight.
When he came to the ship he checked his horse and alighted. Then, taking the saddle and bridle from the horse, he turned it free and entered the ship. Lancelot, in surprise, drew near.
"Fair knight," he said, "I know not who you are or why you come. But since you seek passage on my ship you are welcome."
The other saluted him in turn, and asked,—
"What is your name? I pray you, tell me, for my heart warms strangely towards you."
"My name is Lancelot du Lake."
"Then are we well met indeed. You are my father."
"Ah! then you are Galahad?"
"Yes, truly," and as he spoke he took off his helm, and kneeled, and asked his blessing.