"Fair son," saith the Widow Lady, "I pray and beseech you that the Law
of the Saviour be not set aside in forgetfulness and neglect there
where you may exalt it, for better Lord in no wise may you serve, nor
one that better knoweth how to bestow fair guerdon. Fair son, none may
be good knight that serveth Him not and loveth Him. Take heed that you
be swift in His service nor delay not for no intent, but be ever at His
commandment alike at eventide as in the morning, so shall you not bely
your lineage. And the Lord God grant you good intent therein and good
will to go on even as you have begun."
The Widow Lady, that much loved her son, riseth up from the tables, and
all the other knights, and seemeth it that she is Lady of her land in
such sort as that never was she better. But full often doth she give
thanks to the Saviour of the World with her whole heart, and prayeth
Him of His pleasure grant her son length of life for the amendment both
of soul and body. Perceval was with his mother of a long space, and
with his sister, and was much feared and honoured of all the knights of
the land, alike for his great wisdom and great pains-taking, as well as
for the valour of his knighthood.