But he went not into the world again, but to a monastery of white monks, where he became a man of holy renown. At midnight came a voice to the nine knights, which said,-- "My sons, and not my chieftains; my friends, and not my warriors; go ye hence, and do well what comes to you, in my service." "Lord," they replied, "wilt thou vouchsafe also to call us thy sinners? Thy servants we shall be henceforth." And they arose, armed, and departed, bidding a solemn adieu to the three knights. When morning dawned these three rose also, and rode till they came to the sea. Here awaited them the ship wherein they had found the sword and the three magic spindles, and to their wonder and delight they beheld in its midst the table of silver and the Sangreal, which was covered with red samite. It was a joyous company that sailed over the sea in that magical ship, and at the wish of his comrades Galahad slept in the bed where the sword had lain, and Bors and Percivale on the deck beside him. And so they went by day and by night, and at length came to the city of Sarras. Here, as they would have landed, they saw beside them, just come to shore, the ship that bore the corpse of Percivale's sister, and this as fair and as fresh as when first placed within it. Then they took up the silver table and bore it to the city, at whose gate sat an old and crooked cripple. "Come hither, and help us carry this heavy thing," said Galahad. "How shall I do that? I have not gone for ten years without crutches." "No matter for that. Show your good will by trying." Then the cripple rose and took hold, and in that instant he was whole and strong, and helped them bear the table to the palace. This done, they returned, and bore to the palace the corpse of Percivale's sister, which they placed in a rich tomb, suited to a king's daughter. Meanwhile the report had spread through the city that a cripple had been made whole by three strange knights, and people flocked to see them. When the king of the city saw and heard all this, he came to the knights and asked them who they were, and what it was they had brought into his realm. Galahad answered him, telling of the marvel of the Sangreal, and of God's power and grace therein. But the king, Estorause, a tyrant in will and a pagan in faith, heard this with wrath and unbelief, and ordered the knights to be put in prison as spies and felons. For a whole year they lay thus in prison, yet were always kept whole and in good spirits; for the holy Sangreal came to them in their dungeons, and filled their souls with joy. When the year ended, Estorause grew sick unto death, and in remorse sent for the imprisoned knights, whose pardon and forgiveness he fervently begged. This they gave him, and he straightway died.