“A gentlewoman brought me here,” said Sir Launcelot, “but I know not the cause.”
While they were talking, twelve nuns came in, bringing with them Galahad, a youth so handsome and well-made that scarcely in the world might men find his match; and all the ladies wept.
“Sir,” said one of the ladies, “we bring here your son, whom we have nourished for you; and we pray you now to make him a knight, for he could not receive the order of knighthood from a worthier man’s hand.”
Sir Launcelot looked at the young squire and thought that, for his age, he had never seen so fine a man.
“Is this your own desire?” he asked.
“Yes,” replied his son.
“Then you shall receive the high order of knighthood to-morrow,” said Sir Launcelot.
Early in the morning at Galahad’s desire he made him a knight, and said, “God make him a good man, for he is as handsome as any man that lives.” This he did in the presence of his two cousins and the ladies of the abbey.
“Now, fair sir,” said he, “will you come with me to the court of King Arthur?”
“Sir,” said Sir Galahad, “I cannot go with you at this time, but shortly I will come.”