On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

As quickly, his heart cools and falls, as he remembers that this Claudius, for all his freedom, still has to consider the brutality of King Hamlet and how it touches the people he loves. Galahad thinks of Gertrude, whose portrait he still has in one of his past sketchbooks -- sometimes he takes it out to remember her face. She was kind to him, on a day when he was little but dazed and hurt. As safe as she can be isn't reassuring, but he does understand it speaks to something beyond his control.