“So to this hall full quickly rode the King, In horror lest the work by Merlin wrought, Dreamlike, should on the sudden vanish, wrapt In unremorseful folds of rolling fire. And in he rode, and up I glanced, and saw The golden dragon sparkling over all: And many of those who burnt the hold, their arms Hacked, and their foreheads grimed with smoke, and seared, Followed, and in among bright faces, ours, Full of the vision, prest: and then the King Spake to me, being nearest, ‘Percivale,’ (Because the hall was all in tumult—some Vowing, and some protesting), ‘what is this?’ “O brother, when I told him what had chanced, My sister’s vision, and the rest, his face Darkened, as I have seen it more than once, When some brave deed seemed to be done in vain, Darken; and ‘Woe is me, my knights,’ he cried, ‘Had I been here, ye had not sworn the vow.’ Bold was mine answer, ‘Had thyself been here, My King, thou wouldst have sworn.’ ‘Yea, yea,’ said he, ‘Art thou so bold and hast not seen the Grail?’ “‘Nay, lord, I heard the sound, I saw the light, But since I did not see the Holy Thing, I sware a vow to follow it till I saw.’ “Then when he asked us, knight by knight, if any Had seen it, all their answers were as one: ‘Nay, lord, and therefore have we sworn our vows.’ “‘Lo now,’ said Arthur, ‘have ye seen a cloud? What go ye into the wilderness to see?’ “Then Galahad on the sudden, and in a voice Shrilling along the hall to Arthur, called, ‘But I, Sir Arthur, saw the Holy Grail, I saw the Holy Grail and heard a cry— “O Galahad, and O Galahad, follow me.”‘