"I shall devise some plan," Sir Galahad said, "wherein we can make rescue of your daughter, and find out the fate of your son."
The Knight's thoughts were deep for many minutes. "Did this Sir Dolphus say where your husband met his death?"
"Near Lombardy," she replied.
"If I succeed here, my lady, I shall continue my way to Rome. From there I shall journey north and seek news of your husband. It may be that he is not dead. Dead or alive, you at least will know.
"Tomorrow, if the day clears, we shall turn to the work before us. It seems a hard task but as I have said, we can but try. In the meantime, my Lady Jeanne, have courage and keep your patience."
So Galahad left her. But Walker stayed.
"Lady, I would but add my humble word of cheer. In all of England, of all the Knights of the Round Table, there is none who equals my master in skill and bravery. I tell you this so that you may know how worthy your champion is. Would that he had but one other with him and I would not care what odds were against him."
"And who, my man, is that other?"
"Sir Launcelot," Walker made reply.
"I thank you for telling me of Sir Galahad. It adds to the hope I have and the courage he bids me possess."