"Then came a maiden in — though all the doors Were closed. She, in her hands, the Sangrael bore. Then was a table o'erlaid with goodly fare: Red wine in crystal cups, and meat and fruit. "Peace be to thee and thine," she said, "Sir Bors, Go to the perilous siege, the siege of death! But first the Sangrael Galahad shall achieve; His father he excels in purity." Then kneeled they down, while wafted on the air Was incense of such savour, as the world Had never known; and, when the dove took flight, The maiden vanished, as the mists of morn — Vanished before the rays of that red sun, The source of life. Thus vanished and was gone The maid — the cup of sacred wine remained."