alace, and it was dark and cold there.

But down into the darkness streamed the light that had made Galahad so
glad long ago at Camelot. And in the light Galahad saw the Holy Grail.

A year passed and the cruel king was very ill, and he thought he would
die. Then he remembered the knight he had treated so unkindly, and who
was still in the dark, cold prison. "I will send for him, and ask him
to forgive me," murmured the king.

And when Galahad was brought to the palace, he willingly forgave the
tyrant who had put him in prison.

Then the king died, and there was great dismay in the city, for where
would they find a good ruler to sit on the throne?

As they wondered, they heard a voice that told them to make Sir
Galahad their king, and in great joy the knight was crowned.

Then the new king ordered a box of gold and precious stones to be
made, and in this box he placed the wonderful table he had carried
away from the ship. "And every morning I and my people will come here
to pray," he said.

For a year Sir Galahad ruled the country well and wisely.

"A year ago they crowned me king," thought Galahad gravely, as he woke
one morning. He would get up early, and go to pray at the precious
table.

But before the king reached the table he paused. It was early. Surely
all the city was asleep. Yet some one was already there, kneeling
before the table on which, uncovered, stood the Sacred Cup.

The man kneeling there looked holy as the saints look. Surrounding him
was a circle of angels. Was it a saint who kneeled, or was it the Lord
Himself?

When the man saw Sir Galahad, he said, "Come near, thou servant of
Jesus Christ, and thou shalt see what thou hast so much longed to
see."

And with joy Sir Galahad saw again the Holy Grail. Then as he kneeled
before it in prayer, his soul left his body and was carried into
heaven.

THE PASSING OF ARTHUR

ADAPTED BY MARY MACGREGOR

It was not to win renown that King Arthur had gone far across the sea,
for he loved his own country so well, that to gain glory at home made
him happiest of all.

But a false knight with his followers was laying waste the country
across the sea, and Arthur had gone to wage war against him.

"And you, Sir Modred, will rule the country while I am gone," the King
had said. And the knight smiled as he thought of the power that would
be his.

At first the people missed their great King Arthur, but as the months
passed they began to for