"A wish come true," was all he could think of. And then he danced first on one foot, then on the other, uncertain whether to rush to meet the advancing horsemen or to run inside and advise his master. His uncertainty ended only when he was indoors again.
"Master, master, come you here," he called. "See who comes," he shouted gleefully.
Sir Galahad came toward him. But not as quick as the eager, youthful Charles. After them all, came the Lady Jeanne.
"It is Launcelot, by my faith," Sir Galahad shouted gleefully. "He was to meet me in Normandy and has followed close on my heels. What luck!" And he waved to the approaching knight who returned the salute and increased his speed.
The Lady Jeanne turned questioning eyes to the squire, who nodded happily.
"My lady," Sir Galahad turned to her. "Now you may well have hope and faith. And well may you give us your blessing for we shall bring your daughter to you, have no fear."
So spoke the knight whose faith in Sir Launcelot's prowess was most profound.
Now the approaching knight came up to them.
"Good Allan," he said still calling his friend by the name of his boyhood. "I have traveled through a day of storm to catch up with you. Until I am sure that this knave here is prepared to seek a master who would be saner and more considerate."
"Not so," replied Gouvernail, "for I was no less the anxious."