Galahad's calm and gentle words do nothing to assuage Merek's worry about all of this. He has seen men strong in their resolve, but this is something else entirely. It is as if Galahad has become his quest and can no longer be separated from it. It iss both exhilarating and terrifying. That a man could be so consumed by the path he has set himself to as to not see the world as it truly is before his eyes... It worries Merek no small amount to see the man who would one day be his king this way and sets his resolve even more to bring the man before him home to the safety of Camelot for a spell.

"My Lord, I do understand what you say, but you must know that his Majesty is not asking you to give up your quest for the Grail. Indeed, what kind of King would he be if he asked something like that of his own heir?" Again he goes too far, but as Galahad was not offended before, Merek presses on. "If you were to take a rest in Camelot, would God so punish you for that? Surely our God is not so unkind as to punish you for seeking time and rest within the embrace of your family. The rest offered there can only strengthen and renew you for the long road I am certain lies ahead for you."

Merek then shifts to his knees, bowing as low as he can with his hands out at his sides. "I beseech you, Sir Galahad, ride with me to Camelot, meet with our King, and when you are again ready to take up the mantle which God has made for you, no one will be able to stand in your way." He has no way of knowing if anyone might try to stop Galahad from leaving Camelot again once he arrives there, but if he can only get him home, Merek is confident in his ability to convince the pious knight to stay for a time.