When Perceval had been therein as long as it pleased him, he thanked
the vavasour much of the honour he had done him and his sister, and
departed, he and his sister along with him on the mule whereon she had
been brought thither. Perceval rode so long on his journeys that he is
come to Camelot and findeth his mother in great dole for her daughter
that should be Queen, for she thought surely that never should she see
her more. Full sorrowful was she moreover of her brother, the King
Hermit that had been killed in such-wise. Perceval cometh to the
chamber where his mother was lying and might not stint of making dole.
He taketh his sister by the hand and cometh before her. So soon as she
knoweth him she beginneth to weep for joy, and kisseth them one after
the other.
"Fair son," saith she, "Blessed be the hour that you were born for by
you all my great joy cometh back to me! Now well may I depart, for I
have lived long enow."
"Lady," saith he, "Your life ought to be an offence to none, for to
none hath it ever done ill, but, please God, you shall not end in this
place, but rather you shall end in the castle that was your cousin's
german, King Fisherman, there where is the most Holy Graal and the
sacred hallows are."
"Fair son," saith she, "You say well, and there would I fain be."
"Lady," saith he, "God will provide counsel and means whereby you shall
be there; and my sister, and she be minded to marry, will we set in
good place, where she may live worshipfully."
"Certes, fair brother," saith she, "None shall I never marry, save God
alone."
"Fair son," saith the Widow Lady, "The Damsel of the Car goeth to seek
you, and I shall end not until such time as she hath round you."
"Lady," saith he, "In some place will she have tidings of me and I of
her."
"Fair son," saith the Lady, "The damsel is here within that the
felonous knight wounded through the arm, that carried of your sister,
but she is healed."
"Lady," saith he, "I am well avenged."
He telleth her all the adventures until the time when he reconquered
the castle that was his uncle's. He sojourned long time with his
mother in the castle, and saw that the land was all assured and
peaceable. He departed thence and took his leave, for he had not yet
achieved all that he had to do. His mother remained long time, and his
sister, at Camelot, and led a good life and a holy. The lady made make
a chapel right rich about the sepulchre that lay between the forest and
Camelot, and had it adorned of rich vestments, and stablished a
chaplain that should sing mass there every day. Sithence then hath the
place been so builded up as that there is an abbey there and folk of
religion, and many bear witness that there it is still, right fair.
Perceval was departed from Camelot and entered into the great forest,
and so rode of a long while until he had left his mother's castle far
behind, and came toward evening to the hold of a knight that was at the
head of the forest. He harboured him therein, and the knight showed
him much honour and made him be unarmed, and brought him a robe to do
on. Perceval seeth that the knight is a right simple man, and that he
sigheth from time to time.