rried by angels,
and how at other times in a gleam of light. But in whatever way it
appeared, it was seen only by those who were pure in heart.

And as the old man's words, "He shall see the Holy Grail," fell on
their ears, the knights thought of the story they had heard so long
ago, and they were sorry, for they had never seen the Sacred Cup, and
they knew that it was unseen only by those who had done wrong.

But the old man was telling the boy-knight to follow him. He led
him to the empty chair, and lifted the silk that covered the golden
letters. "This is the seat of Sir Galahad, the Pure-hearted," he read
aloud. And the young knight sat in the empty seat that belonged to
him.

Then the old man left the palace, and twenty noble squires met him,
and took him back to his own country.

When dinner was ended, the King went over to the chair where his
boy-knight sat, and welcomed him to the circle of the Round Table.
Afterwards he took Sir Galahad's hand, and led him out of the palace
to show him the strange red stone that floated on the river. When
Sir Galahad heard how the knights could not draw the sword out of the
stone, he knew that this adventure was his.

"I will try to take the sword," said the boy-knight, "and place it in
my sheath, for it is empty," and he pointed to his side. Then he laid
his hand on the wonderful sword, and easily drew it out of the stone,
and placed it in his sheath.

"God has sent you the sword, now He will send you a shield as well,"
said King Arthur.

Then the King proclaimed that the next day there would be a tournament
in the meadows of Camelot. For before his knights went out to new
adventures, he would see Sir Galahad proved.

And in the morning the meadows lay bright in the sunshine. And the
boy-knight rode bravely to his first combat, and over-threw many men;
but Sir Lancelot and Sir Percivale he could not overthrow.

When the tournament was over the King and his knights went home to
supper, and each sat in his own seat at the Round Table.

All at once there was a loud crashing noise, a noise that was louder
than any peal of thunder. Was the King's wonderful palace falling to
pieces?

But while the noise still sounded a marvelous light stole into the
room, a light brighter than any sunbeam.

As the knights looked at one another, each seemed to the other to have
a new glory and a new beauty in his face.

And down the sunbeam glided the Holy Grail. It was the Sacred Cu