It was a joyous company that sailed over the sea in that magical ship, and at the wish of his comrades Galahad slept in the bed where the sword had lain, and Bors and Percivale on the deck beside him.
And so they went by day and by night, and at length came to the city of Sarras. Here, as they would have landed, they saw beside them, just come to shore, the ship that bore the corpse of Percivale's sister, and this as fair and as fresh as when first placed within it.
Then they took up the silver table and bore it to the city, at whose gate sat an old and crooked cripple.
"Come hither, and help us carry this heavy thing," said Galahad.
"How shall I do that? I have not gone for ten years without crutches."
"No matter for that. Show your good will by trying."
Then the cripple rose and took hold, and in that instant he was whole and strong, and helped them bear the table to the palace. This done, they returned, and bore to the palace the corpse of Percivale's sister, which they placed in a rich tomb, suited to a king's daughter.
Meanwhile the report had spread through the city that a cripple had been made whole by three strange knights, and people flocked to see them.
When the king of the city saw and heard all this, he came to the knights and asked them who they were, and what it was they had brought into his realm.
Galahad answered him, telling of the marvel of the Sangreal, and of God's power and grace therein.