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Age of Chivalry, The
A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter XX. The Sangreal (Continued)
Thomas Bulfinch
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       _ SIR LAUNCELOT
       Sir Launcelot rode overthwart and endlong in a wide forest, and
       held no path but as wild adventure lee him.
       "My golden spurs now bring to me,
       And bring to me my richest mail,
       For to-morrow I go over land and sea
       In search of the Holy, Holy Grail
       Shall never a bed for me be spread,
       Nor shall a pillow be under my head,
       Till I begin my vow to keep.
       Here on the rushes will I sleep,
       And perchance there may come a vision true
       Ere day create the world anew"
       --Lowell's Holy Grail.
       And at last he came to a stone cross. Then Sir Launcelot looked
       round him, and saw an old chapel. So he tied his horse to a tree,
       and put off his shield, and hung it upon a tree; and then he went
       into the chapel, and looked through a place where the wall was
       broken. And within he saw a fair altar, full richly arrayed with
       cloth of silk; and there stood a fair candlestick, which bare six
       great candles, and the candlestick was of silver. When Sir
       Launcelot saw this sight, he had a great wish to enter the chapel,
       but he could find no place where he might enter. Then was he
       passing heavy and dismayed. And he returned and came again to his
       horse, and took off his saddle and his bridle, and let him
       pasture; and unlaced his helm, and ungirded his sword, and laid
       him down to sleep upon his shield before the cross.
       And as he lay, half waking and half sleeping, he saw come by him
       two palfreys, both fair and white, which bare a litter, on which
       lay a sick knight. And when he was nigh the cross, he there abode
       still. And Sir Launcelot heard him say, "O sweet Lord, when shall
       this sorrow leave me, and when shall the holy vessel come by me
       whereby I shall be healed?" And thus a great while complained the
       knight, and Sir Launcelot heard it. Then Sir Launcelot saw the
       candlestick, with the lighted tapers, come before the cross, but
       he could see nobody that brought it. Also there came a salver of
       silver and the holy vessel of the Sangreal; and therewithal the
       sick knight sat him upright, and held up both his hands, and said,
       "Fair, sweet Lord, which is here within the holy vessel, take heed
       to me, that I may be whole of this great malady." And therewith,
       upon his hands and upon his knees, he went so nigh that he touched
       the holy vessel and kissed it. And anon he was whole. Then the
       holy vessel went into the chapel again, with the candlestick and
       the light, so that Sir Launcelot wist not what became of it.
       Then the sick knight rose up and kissed the cross; and anon his
       squire brought him his arms and asked his lord how he did. "I
       thank God right heartily," said he, "for, through the holy vessel,
       I am healed. But I have great marvel of this sleeping knight, who
       hath had neither grace nor power to awake during the time that the
       holy vessel hath been here present." "I dare it right well say,"
       said the squire, "that this same knight is stained with some
       manner of deadly sin, whereof he was never confessed." So they
       departed.
       Then anon Sir Launcelot waked, and set himself upright, and
       bethought him of what he had seen and whether it were dreams or
       not. And he was passing heavy, and wist not what to do. And he
       said: "My sin and my wretchedness hath brought me into great
       dishonor. For when I sought worldly adventures and worldly
       desires, I ever achieved them, and had the better in every place,
       and never was I discomfited in any quarrel, were it right or
       wrong. And now I take upon me the adventure of holy things, I see
       and understand that mine old sin hindereth me, so that I had no
       power to stir nor to speak when the holy blood appeared before
       me." So thus he sorrowed till it was day, and heard the fowls of
       the air sing. Then was he somewhat comforted.
       Then he departed from the cross into the forest. And there he
       found a hermitage, and a hermit therein, who was going to mass. So
       when mass was done Sir Launcelot called the hermit to him, and
       prayed him for charity to hear his confession. "With a good will,"
       said the good man. And then he told that good man all his life,
       and how he had loved a queen unmeasurably many years. "And all my
       great deeds of arms that I have done I did the most part for the
       queen's sake, and for her sake would I do battle, were it right or
       wrong, and never did I battle all only for God's sake, but for to
       win worship, and to cause me to be better beloved; and little or
       naught I thanked God for it. I pray you counsel me."
       "I will counsel you," said the hermit, "if ye will insure me that
       ye will never come in that queen's fellowship as much as ye may
       forbear." And then Sir Launcelot promised the hermit, by his
       faith, that he would no more come in her company. "Look that your
       heart and your mouth accord," said the good man, "and I shall
       insure you that ye shall have more worship than ever ye had."
       Then the good man enjoined Sir Launcelot such penance as he might
       do, and he assailed Sir Launcelot and made him abide with him all
       that day. And Sir Launcelot repented him greatly.
       SIR PERCEVAL
       Sir Perceval departed and rode till the hour of noon; and he met
       in a valley about twenty men of arms. And when they saw Sir
       Perceval, they asked him whence he was; and he answered: "Of the
       court of King Arthur." Then they cried all at once, "Slay him."
       But Sir Perceval smote the first to the earth, and his horse upon
       him. Then seven of the knights smote upon his shield all at once,
       and the remnant slew his horse, so that he fell to the earth. So
       had they slain him or taken him, had not the good knight Sir
       Galahad, with the red cross, come there by adventure. And when he
       saw all the knights upon one, he cried out, "Save me that knight's
       life." Then he rode toward the twenty men of arms as fast as his
       horse might drive, with his spear in the rest, and smote the
       foremost horse and man to the earth. And when his spear was
       broken, he set his hand to his sword, and smote on the right hand
       and on the left, that it was marvel to see; and at every stroke he
       smote down one, or put him to rebuke, so that they would fight no
       more, but fled to a thick forest, and Sir Galahad followed them.
       And when Sir Perceval saw him chase them so, he made great sorrow
       that his horse was slain. And he wist well it was Sir Galahad.
       Then he cried aloud, "Ah, fair knight, abide, and suffer me to do
       thanks unto thee; for right well have ye done for me." But Sir
       Galahad rode so fast that at last he passed out of his sight. When
       Sir Perceval saw that he would not turn, he said, "Now am I a very
       wretch, and most unhappy above all other knights." So in his
       sorrow he abode all that day till it was night; and then he was
       faint, and laid him down and slept till midnight; and then he
       awaked and saw before him a woman, who said unto him, "Sir
       Perceval, what dost thou here?" He answered, "I do neither good,
       nor great ill." "If thou wilt promise me," said she, "that thou
       wilt fulfil my will when I summon thee, I will lend thee my own
       horse, which shall bear thee whither thou wilt." Sir Perceval was
       glad of her proffer, and insured her to fulfil all her desire.
       "Then abide me here, and I will go fetch you a horse." And so she
       soon came again, and brought a horse with her that was inky black.
       When Perceval beheld that horse he marvelled, it was so great and
       so well apparelled. And he leapt upon him and took no heed of
       himself. And he thrust him with his spurs, and within an hour and
       less he bare him four days' journey thence, until he came to a
       rough water, which roared, and his horse would have borne him into
       it. And when Sir Perceval came nigh the brim and saw the water so
       boisterous he doubted to overpass it. And then he made the sign of
       the cross on his forehead. When the fiend felt him so charged, he
       shook off Sir Perceval, and went into the water crying and
       roaring; and it seemed unto him that the water burned. Then Sir
       Perceval perceived it was a fiend that would have brought him unto
       his perdition. Then he commended himself unto God, and prayed our
       Lord to keep him from all such temptations; and so he prayed all
       that night till it was day. Then he saw that he was in a wild
       place, that was closed with the sea nigh all about. And Sir
       Perceval looked forth over the sea, and saw a ship come sailing
       towards him; and it came and stood still under the rock. And when
       Sir Perceval saw this, he hied him thither, and found the ship
       covered with silk; and therein was a lady of great beauty, and
       clothed so richly that none might be better.
       And when she saw Sir Perceval, she saluted him, and Sir Perceval
       returned her salutation. Then he asked her of her country and her
       lineage. And she said, "I am a gentlewoman that am disinherited,
       and was once the richest woman of the world." "Damsel," said Sir
       Perceval, "who hath disinherited you? for I have great pity of
       you." "Sir," said she, "my enemy is a great and powerful lord, and
       aforetime he made much of me, so that of his favor and of my
       beauty I had a little pride more than I ought to have had. Also I
       said a word that pleased him not. So he drove me from his company
       and from mine heritage. Therefore I know no good knight nor good
       man, but I get him on my side if I may. And for that I know that
       thou art a good knight, I beseech thee to help me."
       Then Sir Perceval promised her all the help that he might, and she
       thanked him.
       And at that time the weather was hot, and she called to her a
       gentlewoman, and bade her bring forth a pavilion. And she did so,
       and pitched it upon the gravel. "Sir," said she, "now may ye rest
       you in this heat of the day." Then he thanked her, and she put off
       his helm and his shield, and there he slept a great while. Then he
       awoke, and asked her if she had any meat, and she said yea, and so
       there was set upon the table all manner of meats that he could
       think on. Also he drank there the strongest wine that ever he
       drank, and therewith he was a little chafed more than he ought to
       be. With that he beheld the lady, and he thought she was the
       fairest creature that ever he saw. And then Sir Perceval proffered
       her love, and prayed her that she would be his. Then she refused
       him in a manner, for the cause he should be the more ardent on
       her, and ever he ceased not to pray her of love. And when she saw
       him well enchafed, then she said, "Sir Perceval, wit you well I
       shall not give ye my love, unless you swear from henceforth you
       will be my true servant, and do no thing but that I shall command
       you. Will you insure me this, as ye be a true knight?" "Yea," said
       he, "fair lady, by the faith of my body." And as he said this, by
       adventure and grace, he saw his sword lie on the ground naked, in
       whose pommel was a red cross, and the sign of the crucifix
       thereon. Then he made the sign of the cross on his forehead, and
       therewith the pavilion shrivelled up, and changed into a smoke and
       a black cloud. And the damsel cried aloud, and hasted into the
       ship, and so she went with the wind roaring and yelling that it
       seemed all the water burned after her. Then Sir Perceval made
       great sorrow, and called himself a wretch, saying, "How nigh was I
       lost!" Then he took his arms, and departed thence. _
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Author's Preface
A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter I. Introduction
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter II. The Mythical History of England
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter III. Merlin
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter IV. Arthur
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter V. Arthur (Continued)
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter VI. Sir Gawain
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter VII. Caradoc Briefbras; or, Caradoc with the Shrunken Arm
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter VIII. Launcelot of the Lake
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter IX. The Adventure of the Cart
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter X. The Lady of Shalott
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter XI. Queen Guenever's Peril
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter XII. Tristram and Isoude
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter XIII. Tristram and Isoude (Continued)
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter XIV. Sir Tristram's Battle with Sir Launcelot
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter XV. The Round Table
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter XVI. Sir Palamedes
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter XVII. Sir Tristram
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter XVIII. Perceval
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter XIX. The Sangreal, or Holy Graal
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter XX. The Sangreal (Continued)
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter XXI. The Sangreal (Continued)
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter XXII. Sir Agrivain's Treason
   A. KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS - Chapter XXIII. Morte d'Arthur
   B. THE MABINOGEON - Introductory Note
B. THE MABINOGEON
   B. THE MABINOGEON - Chapter I. The Britons
   B. THE MABINOGEON - Chapter II. The Lady of the Fountain
   B. THE MABINOGEON - Chapter III. The Lady of the Fountain (Continued)
   B. THE MABINOGEON - Chapter IV. The Lady of the Fountain (Continued)
   B. THE MABINOGEON - Chapter V. Geraint, the Son of Erbin
   B. THE MABINOGEON - Chapter VI. Geraint, the Son of Erbin (Continued)
   B. THE MABINOGEON - Chapter VII. Geraint, the Son of Erbin (Continued)
   B. THE MABINOGEON - Chapter VIII. Pwyll, Prince of Dyved
   B. THE MABINOGEON - Chapter IX. Branwen, the Daughter of Llyr
   B. THE MABINOGEON - Chapter X. Manawyddan
   B. THE MABINOGEON - Chapter XI. Kilwich and Olwen
   B. THE MABINOGEON - Chapter XII. Kilwich and Olwen (Continued)
   B. THE MABINOGEON - Chapter XIII. Taliesin
C. HERO MYTHS OF THE BRITISH RACE
   C. HERO MYTHS OF THE BRITISH RACE - Beowulf
   C. HERO MYTHS OF THE BRITISH RACE - Cuchulain, Champion of Ireland
   C. HERO MYTHS OF THE BRITISH RACE - Hereward the Wake
   C. HERO MYTHS OF THE BRITISH RACE - Robin Hood
   GLOSSARY