Galahad shifted her eyes from the gleaming surface of the Round Table as another entered the room.  She could see that he was startled when his eyes landed on her.  He seemed travel-worn and a bit weary.  His eyes though, were bright and sharp.  She was a bit flustered at his almost too direct gaze, but kept her look steady on him.  She had a brief fear he would demand to know what she was doing there.  Then he lowered his head and smiled, then addressed her.<br/>Why...he was her fathers own cousin!<br/>Galahad relaxed, returning his smile with a wide one of her own.<br/><br/>Standing, Galahad strode forward and thought to curtsy, but instead caught herself and did one of those salutes; Her fisted hand gently laying over her heart.  Then she grasped his hands with her own and laughed.<br/><br/>"Though I agree with you, I am glad to claim a kinship!  That one you claim cousin to, is also my father. I am Galahad, Lady Galahad,  Daughter of Sir Lancelot. Honored I am, to meet you, good sir."<br/><br/>Looking about, she saw that the servant had bought her the requested meal.<br/><br/>"Hold, good man.  Bring another platter and water, even some wine? for Sir Lional."<br/><br/>Galahand didn't think twice about issuing the orders, or raising her voice.  She knew she belonged with those of the Round Table.  It was the will of the Divine.<br/><br/>She let go of his hands and gestured to the table, as if asking him to rest his feet.  She didn't know where he should sit, so she left the gesture vague.<br/>"You seem weary and fresh from a long journey.  From where have you come, Sir?<br/><br/><br/>