_How a servant of Sir Aglovale’s was slain, and what vengeance Sir
Aglovale and Sir Percivale did therefore._
And when she was awaked she sent a squire after them with spending
enough. And so when the squire had overtaken them, they would not
suffer him to ride with them, but sent him home again to comfort their
mother, praying her meekly of her blessing. And so this squire was
benighted, and by misfortune he happened to come unto a castle where
dwelled a baron. And so when the squire was come into the castle, the
lord asked him from whence he came, and whom he served? My lord, said
the squire, I serve a good knight that is called Sir Aglovale. The
squire said it to good intent, weening unto him to have been more
forborne for Sir Aglovale’s sake than if he had said he had served the
queen, Aglovale’s mother. Well, my fellow, said the lord of that
castle, for Sir Aglovale’s sake thou shalt have evil lodging, for
Aglovale slew my brother, and therefore thou shalt die on part of
payment. And then that lord commanded his men to have him away, and so
pulled him out of the castle, and there they slew him without mercy.
Right so on the morn came Sir Aglovale and Sir Percivale riding by a
church-yard, where men and women were busy, and beheld the dead squire,
and they thought to bury him. What is there, said Sir Aglovale, that ye
behold so fast? A good man start forth and said, Fair knight, here
lieth a squire slain shamefully this night. How was he slain, fair
fellow? said Sir Aglovale. My fair sir, said the man, the lord of this
castle lodged this squire this night, and because he said he was
servant unto a good knight that is with king Arthur, his name is Sir
Aglovale, therefore the lord commanded to slay him, and for this cause
is he slain. Gramercy, said Sir Aglovale, and ye shall see his death
revenged lightly, for I am that same knight for whom this squire was
slain. Then Sir Aglovale called unto him Sir Percivale, and bad him
alight lightly, and so they alight both, and betook their horses to
their men, and so they went on foot into the castle. And all so soon as
they were within the castle gate Sir Aglovale bad the porter, Go thou
unto thy lord and tell him that I am Sir Aglovale, for whom this squire
was slain this night. Anon the porter told this to his lord, whose name
was Goodewin: anon he armed him, and then he came into the court and
said, Which of you is Sir Aglovale? Here I am, said Aglovale: for what
cause slewest thou this night my mother’s squire? I slew him, said Sir
Goodewin, because of thee; for thou slewest my brother Sir Gawdelin. As
for thy brother, said Sir Aglovale, I avow it, I slew him, for he was a
false knight and a betrayer of ladies and of good knights; and for the
death of my squire thou shalt die. I defy thee, said Sir Goodewin. Then
they lashed together as eagerly as it had been two lions: and Sir
Percivale he fought with all the remnant that would fight. And within a
while Sir Percivale had slain all that would withstand him; for Sir
Percivale dealt so his strokes that were so rude that there durst no
man abide him. And within a while Sir Aglovale had Sir Goodewin at the
earth, and there he unlaced his helm and strake off his head. And then
they departed and took their horses. And then they let carry the dead
squire unto a priory, and there they interred him.