“Now, since you ask me,” said he, “this shield belongs to no man but Sir Galahad.”
Then he set the wounded man on his horse and brought him to the hermit’s house and laid him gently in a bed, where his wound was dressed. There he lay a long time, and hardly escaped with his life.
“Sir Galahad,” said the squire on his return, “the knight who wounded Sir Badgemagus sends you greeting, and bids you bear this shield, for through it great adventures shall befall.”
“Now blessed be God and fortune,” said Sir Galahad.
He then put on his armor, mounted his horse, hung the shield about his neck and commended them to God. Sir Uwaine said that if it pleased him he would accompany him.
“Sir,” said Sir Galahad, “that cannot be, for I must ride alone.”
After awhile he came to the hermit’s house, where he met the white knight and saluted him courteously.
“Sir,” said he, “this shield must have seen many marvelous things.”
