Lady Galahad knelt on the smooth stones before the holy altar of the Chapel.  Mere days had past since she had been granted knighthood at the hand of the King himself, simply for such an easy task as sitting in a particular seat at the Round Table without coming to harm.  Her bold, unwavering actions still had some abuzz with the audacity of it, and she herself was mildly surprised at what she had dared to do.  Yet she had been compelled, and did not regret it.<br/><br/>Time was a blur since then...her thoughts of becoming a nun were no more, instead, she was a Knight.  Instead of a ring adorning her hand as a symbol of her marriage to Christ, she had been given a sword, and now she was a soldier of the King and God.<br/><br/>With this same sword, she had gathered the thick mass of her hair and shorn it off, so now her head was surrounded by a dark halo of unruly curls.  "No more with vanity." she had said, and tossed the cut tresses into a fireplace to burn.  She vaguely wondered what her father, Sir Lancelot, truly thought of it all.  There had been hardly any time to speak to anyone here in Camelot, and Galahad felt still a stranger in this intriguing, beautiful place.<br/><br/>Finishing her prayers, Galahad did the sign of the cross and stood, then she turned on her heel and left back to her small, sparse room.  Once there she gently placed her sword on her small bed and adjusted her clothing. Galahad was different then other girls and had grown up wearing both dresses and breeches.<br/><br/>"And now..." she murmured softly, gently stroking the armor which stood on a stand by the tall, narrow windows.  She felt a thrill tingle through her veins and opened the windows, leaning out and breathing deeply, the spontaneous laughter of young excitement falling from her lips.<br/><br/>She scanned the grounds below, her eyes landing upon a Knight riding on a graceful palfrey.  She raised her hand to wave, then turned it into an salute halfway through, touching her fisted right hand over her heart.  Quickly she pulled back in and closed the window.  Galahad frowned at herself, disliking the nervousness which filled her.  She disliked not knowing how to act -or how others would react to her-. Shaking her head, she scolded herself. "I will not question the path which the Divine has set out for me."<br/><br/>Closing the window, she straightened her spine and relaxed, leaving her chamber, slowly making her way to the great hall. Lightly touching the beautiful murals and tapestries, she was in awe at the beauty here.  She could hear voices, and measured her steps, but continued on until she entered the great hall and could see two other Knights.  Sir Kay she recognized, and Sir Gawain.  She did not interrupt their conversation, but bowed her head in respect and went over to her own seat, lowering herself down.  She serenely asked a servant to bring her water instead of wine for her cup.<br/><br/>"...and bread with cheese, some fruit, a bit of meat. Thank you."  she said quietly, dismissing the servant.<br/><br/>After she broke her fast, she resolved to wander about and familiarize herself with the rest of the grounds.