[flowers, left by a door]

Before Galahad returns to his room to find Claudius' letter, he has his own errand. The bouquet he leaves at Claudius' door is all purples and yellows, arranged very beautifully in a spray, so that the tall stalks of the merezeon and the lilac stand above the fluffier bed of peony, marigold, narcissus, and jonquil, and the calendula's bell flowers are interwoven throughout. It is, perhaps, obvious that Galahad wouldn't have been able to do this on his own, that someone with some artistic skill was involved, but the message is Galahad's, and he hopes that at least is clear.