"Fair son, this castle is yours, and this land round about whereof I
have been reft ought to be yours of right, for it falleth to you on
behalf of your father and me. Wherefore send to the Lord of the Moors
that hath reft it from me, that he render it to you. I make no further
claim, for I pass it on to you; for nought have I now to do with any
land save only so much as will be enough wherein to bury my body when I
die, nor shall I now live much longer since King Fisherman my brother
is dead, whereof right sorrowful am I at heart, and still more
sorrowful should I be were it not for your coming. And, son, I tell
you plainly that you have great blame of his death, for you are the
knight through whom he fell first into languishment, for now at last I
know well that and if you had afterwards gone back and so made the
demand that you made not at the first, he would have come back to
health. But our Lord God willed it so to be, wherefore well beseemeth
us to yield to His will and pleasure."