"Sir," say the two Masters to Perceval, "This house that you see here
so rich, is the hall royal."
"By my faith," saith Perceval, "So ought it well to be, for never saw I
none so much of worth."
He Looketh all around, and seeth the richest tables of gold and ivory
that he saw ever. One of the Masters clappeth his hands thrice, and
three and thirty men come into the hall all in a company. They were
clad in white garments, and not one of them but had a red cross in the
midst of his breast, and they seemed to be all of an age. As soon as
they enter into the hall they do worship to God Our Lord and set out
their cups. Then went they to wash at a great laver of gold, and then
went to sit at the tables. The Masters made Perceval sit at the most
master-table with themselves. They were served thereat right
gloriously, and Perceval looked about him more gladlier than he ate.