Two days of journey passed without ontoward event but on the third day there came to him a yeoman in great woe. "What grieves you, friend?" asked Walker while Sir Galahad waited. "Great are my troubles for my master will surely flay me until I die. I was bringing him his best horse from the castle when a knight stopped me. Though I told him that the horse was my master's and how much store he set by it yet did he take the same from me. When I protested as best I might, he brought his sword upon me and it was fortune that I was not slain." "Know you the knight?" asked Sir Galahad kindly. "Nay, Sir, except that he told me he needed the horse at Calomet." "I shall go hither. It is but a short journey and you may come with me. For it does not seem a knightly act, this taking of your master's horse and it needs explaining." "I thank you master. For little value though my life may be, I value it nevertheless," replied the yeoman. So they went on to Calomet. And when they arrived there the yeoman most fortunately espied his master's horse. "Yonder, Sir Knight, is the horse," and he pointed excitedly. There stood a white horse, truly a beast well worth owning. A beautiful head, a great body that showed strength and grace, set well on strong, shapely limbs. A head which its owner held right fearlessly, yet the eyes of the beast were soft and kindly and indicated that he could be ridden by child or woman. "A good beast and well worth fighting for, if need be," said Walker. "Yet more worthy the fight, if there is need of one, the fact that this knight we are to meet is so unfair," replied Sir Galahad. So now they came to the house. Walker and the yeoman dismounted and went up to the horse, which had been tied but temporarily and was awaiting its rider. And as they stood there, there came from within the house a knight who had espied them. "What wish you, knaves?" he asked, scowling. "It is my master who wishes your presence," replied Walker. "He shall have his wish satisfied," the knight made reply, turning to Galahad, who was a little further away. "Do you wish word with me, Sir Knight?" he asked. "I seek him who claims to be the owner of this horse," replied Sir Galahad. "Then you have found him for he is no other than I," was the answer. "Yet how can he be yours, Sir Knight, if this yeoman claims it is his master's horse?" Sir Galahad questioned. "I have made you answer to question that should concern you but little. What ado wish you to make of it?" "Only that the horse goes to this yeoman so that he can bring him to his rightful owner." The other laughed aloud. "I wot, strange knight, I wonder well how you can do this thing when I am here to say you nay. And when my sword is even more severe in keeping you from boastful attempt."