autiful as ever, was his Lady Lyonors.

'I cannot love you altogether,' said Lyonors, 'till you have been
King Arthur's knight for another year, and helped to clear the land
from his enemies.'

Though he was a good knight, Gareth's heart was heavy as he
listened. 'If I do not see Lyonors for a year,' he thought, 'the
months will pass more slowly and seem more empty than those long
months I spent in the King's kitchen.' But as Gareth was a right
loyal knight, he bowed to his lady's will. He had freed the castle
from the Red Knight, and now it was open to every one, only he
himself was banished. And he went away sadly but faithfully to find
new adventures.

And when Gareth slept in the forests or on the wild mountain-sides,
he often dreamed of the day that would come when his year's
wanderings were over, when Lyonors would be his wife, and together
they would go back to King Arthur's court, and he would at last be
known to every one as Sir Gareth and a prince.

He dreamed, too, of the happier day, when he would take the
beautiful Lyonors to his mother, and show her the mountain home he
loved so well.

SIR GALAHAD AND THE SACRED CUP

'My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure,'

sang Galahad gladly. He was only a boy, but he had just been made a
knight by Sir Lancelot, and the old abbey, where he had lived all
his life, rang with the echo of his song.

Sir Lancelot heard the boy's clear voice singing in triumph. As he
stopped to listen, he caught the words,

'My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure,'

and the great knight wished he were a boy again, and could sing
that song too.

Twelve nuns lived in the quiet abbey, and they had taught Galahad
lovingly and carefully, ever since he had come to them as a
beautiful little child. And the boy had dwelt happily with them
there in the still old abbey, and he would be sorry to leave them,
but he was a knight now. He would fight for the King he reverenced
so greatly, and for the country he loved so well.

Yet when Sir Lancelot left the abbey the next day, Galahad did not
go with him. He would stay in his old home a little longer, he
thought. He would not grieve the nuns by a hurried farewell.

Sir Lancelot left the abbey alone, but as he rode along he met two
knights, and together they reached Camelot, where the King was
holding a great festival.

King Arthur welcomed Sir Lancelot and the