CHAPTER XVIII

PERCEVAL

THE father and two elder brothers of Perceval had fallen in battle or

tournaments, and hence, as the last hope of his family, his mother

retired with him into a solitary region, where he was brought up in

total ignorance of arms and chivalry. He was allowed no weapon but “a

lyttel Scots spere,” which was the only thing of all “her lordes faire

gere” that his mother carried to the wood with her. In the use of this

he became so skilful, that he could kill with it not only the animals of

the chase for the table, but even birds on the wing. At length, however,

Perceval was roused to a desire of military renown by seeing in the

forest five knights who were in complete armor. He said to his mother,

“Mother, what are those yonder?” “They are angels, my son,” said she.

“By my faith, I will go and become an angel with them.” And Perceval

went to the road and met them. “Tell me, good lad,” said one of them,

“sawest thou a knight pass this way either to-day or yesterday?” “I know

not,” said he, “what a knight is.” “Such an one as I am,” said the

knight. “If thou wilt tell me what I ask thee, I will tell thee what

thou askest me.” “Gladly will I do so,” said Sir Owain, for that was the

knight’s name. “What is this?” demanded Perceval, touching the saddle.

“It is a saddle,” said Owain. Then he asked about all the accoutrements

which he saw upon the men and the horses, and about the arms, and what

they were for, and how they were used. And Sir Owain showed him all

those things fully. And Perceval in return gave him such information as

he had.

Then Perceval returned to his mother, and said to her, “Mother, those

were not angels, but honorable knights.” Then his mother swooned away.

And Perceval went to the place where they kept the horses that carried

firewood and provisions for the castle, and he took a bony, piebald

horse, which seemed to him the strongest of them. And he pressed a pack

into the form of a saddle, and with twisted twigs he imitated the

trappings which he had seen upon the horses. When he came again to his

mother, the countess had recovered from her swoon. “My son,” said she,

“desirest thou to ride forth?” “Yes, with thy leave,” said he. “Go

forward, then,” she said, “to the court of Arthur, where there are the

best and the noblest and the most bountiful of men, and tell him thou

art Perceval, the son of Pelenore, and ask of him to bestow knighthood

on thee. And whenever thou seest a church, repeat there thy

pater-noster; and if thou see meat and drink, and hast need of them,

thou mayest take them. If thou hear an outcry of one in distress,

proceed toward it, especially if it be the cry of a woman, and render

her what service thou canst. If thou see a fair jewel, win it, for thus

shalt thou acquire fame; yet freely give it to another, for thus thou

shalt obtain praise. If thou see a fair woman, pay court to her, for

thus thou wilt obtain love.”

After this discourse Perceval mounted the horse and taking a number of

sharp-pointed sticks in his hand he rode forth. And he rode far in the

woody wilderness without food or drink. At last he came to an opening in

the wood where he saw a tent, and as he thought it might be a church he

said his pater-noster to it. And he went towards it; and the door of the

tent was open. And Perceval dismounted and entered the tent. In the tent

he found a maiden sitting, with a golden frontlet on her forehead and a

gold ring on her hand. And Perceval said, “Maiden, I salute you, for my

mother told me whenever I met a lady I must respectfully salute her.”

Perceiving in one corner of the tent some food, two flasks full of wine,

and some boar’s flesh roasted, he said, “My mother told me, whenever I

saw meat and drink to take it.” And he ate greedily, for he was very

hungry. The maiden said, “Sir, thou hadst best go quickly from here, for

fear that my friends should come, and evil should befall you.” But

Perceval said, “My mother told me wheresoever I saw a fair jewel to take

it,” and he took the gold ring from her finger, and put it on his own;

and he gave the maiden his own ring in exchange for hers; then he

mounted his horse and rode away.

Perceval journeyed on till he arrived at Arthur’s court. And it so

happened that just at that time an uncourteous knight had offered Queen

Guenever a gross insult. For when her page was serving the queen with a

golden goblet, this knight struck the arm of the page and dashed the

wine in the queen’s face and over her stomacher. Then he said, “If any

have boldness to avenge this insult to Guenever, let him follow me to

the meadow.” So the knight took his horse and rode to the meadow,

carrying away the golden goblet. And all the household hung down their

heads and no one offered to follow the knight to take vengeance upon

him. For it seemed to them that no one would have ventured on so daring

an outrage unless he possessed such powers, through magic or charms,

that none could be able to punish him. Just then, behold, Perceval

entered the hall upon the bony, piebald horse, with his uncouth

trappings. In the centre of the hall stood Kay the Seneschal. “Tell me,

tall man,” said Perceval, “is that Arthur yonder?” “What wouldst thou

with Arthur?” asked Kay. “My mother told me to go to Arthur and receive

knighthood from him.” “By my faith,” said he, “thou art all too meanly

equipped with horse and with arms.” Then all the household began to jeer

and laugh at him. But there was a certain damsel who had been a whole

year at Arthur’s court, and had never been known to smile. And the

king’s fool[54] had said that this damsel would not smile till she had

seen him who would be the flower of chivalry. Now this damsel came up to

Perceval and told him, smiling, that if he lived he would be one of the

bravest and best of knights. “Truly,” said Kay, “thou art ill taught to

remain a year at Arthur’s court, with choice of society, and smile on no

one, and now before the face of Arthur and all his knights to call such

a man as this the flower of knighthood;” and he gave her a box on the

ear, that she fell senseless to the ground. Then said Kay to Perceval,

“Go after the knight who went hence to the meadow, overthrow him and

recover the golden goblet, and possess thyself of his horse and arms,

and thou shalt have knighthood.” “I will do so, tall man,” said

Perceval. So he turned his horse’s head toward the meadow. And when he

came there, the knight was riding up and down, proud of his strength and

valor and noble mien. “Tell me,” said the knight, “didst thou see any

one coming after me from the court?” “The tall man that was there,” said

Perceval, “told me to come and overthrow thee, and to take from thee the

goblet and thy horse and armor for myself.” “Silence!” said the knight;

“go back to the court, and tell Arthur either to come himself, or to

send some other to fight with me; and unless he do so quickly, I will

not wait for him.” “By my faith,” said Perceval, “choose thou whether it

shall be willingly or unwillingly, for I will have the horse and the

arms and the goblet.” Upon this the knight ran at him furiously, and

struck him a violent blow with the shaft of his spear, between the neck

and the shoulder. “Ha, ha, lad!” said Perceval, “my mother’s servants

were not used to play with me in this wise; so thus will I play with

thee.” And he threw at him one of his sharp-pointed sticks, and it

struck him in the eye, and came out at the back of his head, so that he

fell down lifeless.

“Verily,” said Sir Owain, the son of Urien, to Kay the Seneschal, “thou

wast ill-advised to send that madman after the knight, for he must

either be overthrown or flee, and either way it will be a disgrace to

Arthur and his warriors; therefore will I go to see what has befallen

him.” So Sir Owain went to the meadow, and he found Perceval trying in

vain to get the dead knight’s armor off, in order to clothe himself with

it. Sir Owain unfastened the armor, and helped Perceval to put it on,

and taught him how to put his foot in the stirrup, and use the spur; for

Perceval had never used stirrup nor spur, but rode without saddle, and

urged on his horse with a stick. Then Owain would have had him return to

the court to receive the praise that was his due; but Perceval said, “I

will not come to the court till I have encountered the tall man that is

there, to revenge the injury he did to the maiden. But take thou the

goblet to Queen Guenever, and tell King Arthur that, wherever I am, I

will be his vassal, and will do him what profit and service I can.” And

Sir Owain went back to the court, and related all these things to Arthur

and Guenever, and to all the household.

And Perceval rode forward. And he came to a lake on the side of which

was a fair castle, and on the border of the lake he saw a hoary-headed

man sitting upon a velvet cushion, and his attendants were fishing in

the lake. When the hoary-headed man beheld Perceval approaching, he

arose and went into the castle. Perceval rode to the castle, and the

door was open, and he entered the hall. And the hoary-headed man

received Perceval courteously, and asked him to sit by him on the

cushion. When it was time the tables were set, and they went to meat.

And when they had finished their meat the hoary-headed man asked

Perceval if he knew how to fight with the sword. “I know not,” said

Perceval, “but were I to be taught, doubtless I should.” And the

hoary-headed man said to him, “I am thy uncle, thy mother’s brother; I

am called King Pecheur.[55] Thou shalt remain with me a space, in order

to learn the manners and customs of different countries, and courtesy

and noble bearing. And this do thou remember, if thou seest aught to

cause thy wonder, ask not the meaning of it; if no one has the courtesy

to inform thee, the reproach will not fall upon thee, but upon me that

am thy teacher.” While Perceval and his uncle discoursed together,

Perceval beheld two youths enter the hall bearing a golden cup and a

spear of mighty size, with blood dropping from its point to the ground.

And when all the company saw this they began to weep and lament. But for

all that, the man did not break off his discourse with Perceval. And as

he did not tell him the meaning of what he saw, he forebore to ask him

concerning it. Now the cup that Perceval saw was the Sangreal, and the

spear the sacred spear; and afterwards King Pecheur removed with those

sacred relics into a far country.

. . . . . . .

One evening Perceval entered a valley, and came to a hermit’s cell; and

the hermit welcomed him gladly, and there he spent the night. And in the

morning he arose, and when he went forth, behold! a shower of snow had

fallen in the night, and a hawk had killed a wild-fowl in front of the

cell. And the noise of the horse had scared the hawk away, and a raven

alighted on the bird. And Perceval stood and compared the blackness of

the raven and the whiteness of the snow and the redness of the blood to

the hair of the lady that best he loved, which was blacker than jet, and

to her skin, which was whiter than the snow, and to the two red spots

upon her cheeks, which were redder than the blood upon the snow.

Now Arthur and his household were in search of Perceval, and by chance

they came that way. “Know ye,” said Arthur, “who is the knight with the

long spear that stands by the brook up yonder?” “Lord,” said one of

them, “I will go and learn who he is.” So the youth came to the place

where Perceval was, and asked him what he did thus, and who he was. But

Perceval was so intent upon his thought that he gave him no answer. Then

the youth thrust at Perceval with his lance; and Perceval turned upon

him, and struck him to the ground. And when the youth returned to the

king, and told how rudely he had been treated, Sir Kay said, “I will go

myself.” And when he greeted Perceval, and got no answer, he spoke to

him rudely and angrily. And Perceval thrust at him with his lance, and

cast him down so that he broke his arm and his shoulder-blade. And while

he lay thus stunned his horse returned back at a wild and prancing pace.

Then said Sir Gawain, surnamed the Golden-Tongued, because he was the

most courteous knight in Arthur’s court: “It is not fitting that any

should disturb an honorable knight from his thought unadvisedly; for

either he is pondering some damage that he has sustained, or he is

thinking of the lady whom best he loves. If it seem well to thee, lord,

I will go and see if this knight has changed from his thought, and if he

has, I will ask him courteously to come and visit thee.”

And Perceval was resting on the shaft of his spear, pondering the same

thought, and Sir Gawain came to him, and said: “If I thought it would be

as agreeable to thee as it would be to me, I would converse with thee. I

have also a message from Arthur unto thee, to pray thee to come and

visit him. And two men have been before on this errand.” “That is true,”

said Perceval; “and uncourteously they came. They attacked me, and I was

annoyed thereat.” Then he told him the thought that occupied his mind,

and Gawain said, “This was not an ungentle thought, and I should marvel

if it were pleasant for thee to be drawn from it.” Then said Perceval,

“Tell me, is Sir Kay in Arthur’s court?” “He is,” said Gawain; “and

truly he is the knight who fought with thee last.” “Verily,” said

Perceval, “I am not sorry to have thus avenged the insult to the smiling

maiden.” Then Perceval told him his name, and said, “Who art thou?” And

he replied, “I am Gawain.” “I am right glad to meet thee,” said

Perceval, “for I have everywhere heard of thy prowess and uprightness;

and I solicit thy fellowship.” “Thou shalt have it, by my faith; and

grant me thine,” said he. “Gladly will I do so,” answered Perceval.

So they went together to Arthur, and saluted him.

“Behold, lord,” said Gawain, “him whom thou hast sought so long.”

“Welcome unto thee, chieftain,” said Arthur. And hereupon there came the

queen and her handmaidens, and Perceval saluted them. And they were

rejoiced to see him, and bade him welcome. And Arthur did him great

honor and respect and they returned towards Caerleon.

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