CHAP. XVII.

_How Sir Launcelot returned towards Logris, and of other adventures

which he saw in the way._

Then king Pelles came to Sir Launcelot, and told him tidings of his

brother, whereof he was sorry that he wist not what to do. So Sir

Launcelot departed, and took his armour, and said that he would go see

the realm of Logris—which I have not seen in a twelvemonth. And

therewith commended the king to God, and so rode through many realms.

And at the last he came to a white abbey, and there they made him that

night great cheer. And on the morn he arose and heard mass, and afore

an altar he found a rich tomb which was newly made, and then he took

heed, and saw the sides written with letters of gold, which said, Here

lieth king Bagdemagus of Gore, the which king Arthur’s nephew

slew:—and named him Sir Gawaine. Then was not he a little sorry, for

Launcelot loved him much more than any other, and had it been any other

than Gawaine he should not have escaped from death to life:—said to

himself, Alas, this is a great hurt to king Arthur’s court, the loss of

such a man. And then he departed, and came to the abbey where Galahad

did the adventure of the tombs, and wan the white shield with the red

cross, and there had he great cheer all that night. And on the morn he

turned unto Camelot, where he found king Arthur and the queen. But many

of the knights of the Round Table were slain and destroyed, more than

half. And so three were come home, Ector, Gawaine, and Lionel, and many

other that need not to be rehearsed. And all the court was passing glad

of Sir Launcelot; and the king asked him many tidings of his son

Galahad. And there Launcelot told the king of his adventures that had

befallen him since he departed. And also he told him of the adventures

of Galahad, Percivale, and Bors, which that he knew by the letter of

the dead damsel, and as Galahad had told him. Now, God would, said the

king, that they were all three here. That shall never be, said

Launcelot, for two of them shall ye never see, but one of them shall

come again.

Now leave we this story, and speak we of Galahad.

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