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"I think I would have died but for this small hope," she added wistfully. She paused now and seemed lost in the dark thoughts that possessed her.
"All of them gone. Not one of them to remain with me."
"Sir Galahad," she turned to him. "It is not a pretty story. I seem to be encompa.s.sed with tragedy. I would not include you in my woes, you have other missions, other work ahead. And though you have the valor and strength of ten, it would count for so little."
"My lady," the knight replied. "What use would such valor be, if I had it, if I did not but use it for its full worth? Could I be a true knight and not heed the call your sorrow brings? I can but try to help you. And that, I swear, I will."
A light shone in the lady's eye. "I was not wrong to hope. Even now I feel that succor must come. Your words, dear knight, give me strength.
Surely then, the storm has brought me some ray of that hope I speak of."
"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."
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Sir Launcelot Arrives
The day dawned bright and clear. But it brought to Sir Galahad no plan for the rescue of the daughter of his hostess.
My lady came down to the breakfast table greatly cheered, as was plain to be seen. Sir Galahad had not the heart to tell her that as yet he had found no way for the rescue of her daughter. Instead he said.
"It seems to me that there is one thing I can but do. I shall seek this knight's castle and wait for such event there as may befall. Luck may come my way. But I promise you this, my lady, I shall make no rash or fruitless attempt at rescue. Rash acts may well come after the rescue of your daughter, not before."
The Lady Jeanne agreed. So then immediately after the meal Walker, and the page Charles prepared the things they would need for the journey.
"I go forth to prepare the horses, young master. Will you see to these things here?" So spoke Walker and when Charles agreed he hurried outdoors.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Suddenly They Made For Each Other]
Hardly had he reached there, however, when he saw two hors.e.m.e.n coming toward him. His trained eye easily recognized them. One could be no other than Sir Launcelot. Only he sat his horse so. And the rider with him was Gouvernail, he who had been squire to Sir Tristram until that brave knight had died and who now was in the service of Sir Launcelot.
"By my faith," spoke out Walker to the empty air. He rubbed his eyes.
Yes, it was they.
"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 hors.e.m.e.n 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."
"You come in good time, dear friend. For never were you more needed.
There is work ahead for us, serious work. This lady here needs our help. She is sore distressed. But let her meet you."
So the Lady Jeanne met Sir Launcelot. And once again the tale of her plight was revealed. And even as Sir Launcelot listened, the plan of what to do came to Sir Galahad. But he kept his tongue until his friend was fully informed and had in turn had time to question their hostess.
Charles stood close to his master, whose arm encircled him as if it would include him in all of it. A little in the background stood the two squires who were close friends and old comrades. Gouvernail's interest was keen.
So when the tale was done, Sir Galahad turned to his friend and said "Know you perchance where Merlin is?"
"We left him behind us. His old bones could not risk yesterday's storm. But he promised me that he would follow when it cleared and so he is but a day behind. But have you a plan, Allan?"
"It has but just come to me--this possible plan. It may be that he can be emissary from Arthur to the Duke of Gascony for such purpose as may be devised. And we go with him as knights. We _know not_, of course, that a pretender sits where the Duke of Gascony should. And I fancy that this Dolphus will be right well pleased to welcome us and if we seemingly appear not too scrupulous ourselves we can worm the story from him and act thereon."
"It can be done, if the plan is well thought out. Only dear lad, I doubt whether thy face will not count against you in any pretended villainy. Think you not so, madame?"
The Lady Jeanne smiled. It was strange to see her smile but it gave proof that she was lighter hearted.
"I think that Sir Dolphus is not the kind to think that there are any who hold aught but villianous thoughts," she replied.
"So then, we must need delay until Merlin comes."