Chương Chương 429 · Of the sorrow that Percivale and Bors made when Galahad

. Of the sorrow that Percivale and Bors made when Galahad

was dead: and of Percivale how he died, and other matters.

When Percivale and Bors saw Galahad dead they made as much sorrow as

ever did two men. And if they had not been good men they might lightly

have fallen in despair. And the people of the country and of the city

were right heavy. And then he was buried; and as soon as he was buried

Sir Percivale yielded him to an hermitage out of the city, and took a

religious clothing. And Bors was alway with him, but never changed he

his secular clothing, for that he purposed him to go again into the

realm of Logris. Thus a year and two months lived Sir Percivale in the

hermitage a full holy life, and then passed out of this world; and Bors

let bury him by his sister and by Galahad in the spiritualities.

When Bors saw that he was in so far countries as in the parts of

Babylon he departed from Sarras, and armed him and came to the sea, and

entered into a ship; and so it befell him in good adventure he came

into the realm of Logris; and he rode so fast till he came to Camelot

where the king was. And then was there great joy made of him in the

court, for they weened all he had been dead, forasmuch as he had been

so long out of the country. And when they had eaten, the king made

great clerks to come afore him, that they should chronicle of the high

adventures of the good knights. When Bors had told him of the

adventures of the Sangreal, such as had befallen him and his three

fellows, that was Launcelot, Percivale, Galahad, and himself, there

Launcelot told the adventures of the Sangreal that he had seen. All

this was made in great books, and put up in almeries at Salisbury. And

anon Sir Bors said to Sir Launcelot: Galahad, your own son, saluted you

by me, and after you King Arthur and all the court, and so did Sir

Percivale, for I buried them with mine own hands in the city of Sarras.

Also, Sir Launcelot, Galahad prayed you to remember of this unsiker

world as ye behight him when ye were together more than half a year.

This is true, said Launcelot; now I trust to God his prayer shall avail

me.

Then Launcelot took Sir Bors in his arms, and said: Gentle cousin, ye

are right welcome to me, and all that ever I may do for you and for

yours ye shall find my poor body ready at all times, while the spirit

is in it, and that I promise you faithfully, and never to fail. And wit

ye well, gentle cousin, Sir Bors, that ye and I will never depart

asunder whilst our lives may last. Sir, said he, I will as ye will.

_Thus endeth the history of the Sangreal, that was briefly drawn out of

French into English, the which is a story chronicled for one of the

truest and the holiest that is in this world, the which is the xvii

book._

_And here followeth the eighteenth book._

BOOK XVIII.