Galehaut (or Gallehault) is a fictional knight in the Arthurian Legend.
Galehaut, Sire des Lointaines Isles (Lord of the Distant Isles) appears for the first time in Arthurian literature in the early-thirteenth-century prose Lancelot Proper, the central work in the series of anonymous French prose romances collectively called the Lancelot-Grail or Arthurian Vulgate Cycle. An ambitious, towering figure of a man, he emerges from obscurity to challenge King Arthur for possession of his entire realm. Though unknown to Arthur and his court, Galehaut has already acquired considerable power, loyal followers, and a reputation for nobility of character. In the ensuing military engagements it is clear that Galehaut’s forces are more than capable of defeating Arthur’s. One thing alone prevents the challenger from succeeding: he is so awed by the battlefield performance of the King’s most ardent defender, that for his sake he renounces certain victory and surrenders to Arthur. Lancelot gratefully accepted Galehaut’s companionship. What follows is a tale of friendship (interpreted by some as an expression of homosexuality, for example by Julie Brochen and Christian Schiaretti) and self-denial, in which Galehaut figures as a major—indeed, as the pivotal — character: he becomes the doomed person in the story. For Lancelot, just as he has surrendered to King Arthur, he will give way before Guinevere, yielding the young Lancelot to her in an especially memorable scene. Lancelot forever has this profound attachment to Galehaut.
Sleeping beauty, rest thine eyes
What lies beneath, your fragrant disguise
A natural blossom, of nature's colours
Born to woo, attracting a fervour
In a fading half-light, leading the way
Adorned with the robes of a queen's display
Moving in silence, a memory that was sold
Along with my heart a long time ago
Sleeping beauty, rest thine eyes
Pictures of bliss, foreboding sighs
Reei with delight, in a satin mirage
Raising a smile, I lie at your charge
No need to awaken, no sounds of the dawn
A silent approach, a new love is born?
But it dies as it reaches, and soon turns so cold
As did my desire, a long time ago