亚瑟王之死· Chương 364

Chương Chương 364 · How Joseph made a cross on the white shield with his blood,

. How Joseph made a cross on the white shield with his blood,

and how Galahad was by a monk brought to a tomb.

Not long after that Joseph was laid in his deadly bed. And when King

Evelake saw that he made much sorrow, and said: For thy love I have

left my country, and sith ye shall depart out of this world, leave me

some token of yours that I may think on you. Joseph said: That will I

do full gladly; now bring me your shield that I took you when ye went

into battle against King Tolleme. Then Joseph bled sore at the nose, so

that he might not by no mean be staunched. And there upon that shield

he made a cross of his own blood. Now may ye see a remembrance that I

love you, for ye shall never see this shield but ye shall think on me,

and it shall be always as fresh as it is now. And never shall man bear

this shield about his neck but he shall repent it, unto the time that

Galahad, the good knight, bear it; and the last of my lineage shall

have it about his neck, that shall do many marvellous deeds. Now, said

King Evelake, where shall I put this shield, that this worthy knight

may have it? Ye shall leave it thereas Nacien, the hermit, shall be put

after his death; for thither shall that good knight come the fifteenth

day after that he shall receive the order of knighthood: and so that

day that they set is this time that he have his shield, and in the same

abbey lieth Nacien, the hermit. And then the White Knight vanished

away.

Anon as the squire had heard these words, he alighted off his hackney

and kneeled down at Galahad’s feet, and prayed him that he might go

with him till he had made him knight.

If I would not refuse you.

Then will ye make me a knight? said the squire, and that order, by the

grace of God, shall be well set in me.

So Sir Galahad granted him, and turned again unto the abbey where they

came from; and there men made great joy of Sir Galahad. And anon as he

was alighted there was a monk brought him unto a tomb in a churchyard,

where there was such a noise that who that heard it should verily nigh

be mad or lose his strength: and sir, they said, we deem it is a fiend.