"Comes this desire from himself?"
"It does," said they all.
"From whom has he sprung?"
"His mother is dead. His father is a full noble knight, as you shall soon learn."
"Then he shall be knighted by my hand to-morrow at the morning services, for truly he seems worthy of it."
That night, Lancelot's cousins, Bors and Lionel, stopped at the abbey, and spent there a cheery evening with their noble kinsman. At early morn of the next day he gave the accolade to the youth, pronouncing him knight, and bidding Bors and Lionel to stand as his godfathers in the order of knighthood.
"And may God make you a good man and a noble knight," he said. "Beauty you have now, equal to any I have ever seen, and strength and courage I doubt not; if you bear with these a noble heart and an earnest mind you have the best treasures that God can confer or man possess."
Then, when they had broken their fast, Lancelot said to the demure and modest young knight,—
"Fair sir, will you come with me to the court of King Arthur?"
"I humbly beg your pardon," said Galahad, "but I cannot come at this time. Trust me to follow soon."