_Of a dead man, how men would have hewen him, and it would not be, and
how Sir Launcelot took the hair of the dead man._
Then was there peace betwixt the earl and this Aguarus, and great
surety that the earl should never war against him. Then this dead man
that here lieth came to this hermitage again, and then the earl made
two of his nephews for to be avenged upon this man. So they came on a
day, and found this dead man at the sacring of his mass, and they abode
him till he had said mass. And then they set upon him and drew out
swords to have slain him. But there would no sword bite on him, more
than upon a gad of steel, for the high Lord which he served he him
preserved. Then made they a great fire, and did off all his cloathes
and the hair off his back; and then this dead man hermit said unto
them, Ween ye to burn me? It shall not lie in your power, nor to perish
me as much as a thread, and there were any on my body. No! said one of
them, it shall be assayed. And then they despoiled him, and put upon
him this shirt, and cast him in a fire, and there he lay all that night
till it was day, in that fire, and was not dead. And so in the morn I
came and found him dead, but I found neither thread nor skin perished;
and so took him out of the fire with great fear, and laid him here as
ye may see. And now may ye suffer me to go my way, for I have said you
the truth. And then he departed with a great tempest. Then was the good
man and Sir Launcelot more gladder than they were tofore. And then Sir
Launcelot dwelled with that good man that night. Sir, said the good
man, be ye not Sir Launcelot du Lake? Yea, sir, said he. What seek ye
in this country? Sir, said Sir Launcelot, I go to seek the adventures
of the Sancgreal. Well, said he, seek it ye may well, but though it
were here ye shall have no power to see it, no more than a blind man
should see a bright sword, and that is long on your sin, and else ye
were more abler than any man living. And then Sir Launcelot began to
weep. Then said the good man, Were ye confessed sith ye entered into
the quest of the Sancgreal? Yea, sir, said Sir Launcelot. Then upon the
morn, when the good man had sung his mass, then they buried the dead
man. Then Sir Launcelot said, Father, what shall I do? Now, said the
good man, I require you take this hair that was this holy man’s, and
put it next thy skin, and it shall prevail thee greatly. Sir, and I
will do it, said Sir Launcelot. Also I charge you that ye eat no flesh
as long as ye be in the quest of the Sancgreal, nor ye shall drink no
wine, and that ye hear mass daily and ye may do it. So he took the hair
and put it upon him, and so departed at evensong time. And so rode he
into a forest, and there he met with a gentlewoman riding upon a white
palfrey, and then she asked him, Sir knight, whither ride ye? Certes
damsel, said Launcelot, I wot not whither I ride, but as fortune
leadeth me. Ah, Sir Launcelot, said she, I wot what adventure ye seek,
for ye were aforetime nearer than ye be now, and yet shall ye see it
more openly than ever ye did, and that shall ye understand in short
time. Then Sir Launcelot asked her where he might be harboured that
night? Ye shall not find this day nor night, but to-morn ye shall find
harbour good, and ease of that ye be in doubt of. And then he commended
her unto God. Then he rode till that he came to a cross, and took that
for his host as for that night.