CHAP. XXI.

_How Galahad anointed with the blood of the spear the maimed king, and

other adventures._

And Galahad went anon to the spear which lay upon the table, and

touched the blood with his fingers, and came after to the maimed king,

and anointed his legs. And therewith he clothed him anon, and start

upon his feet out of his bed as an whole man, and thanked our Lord that

he had healed him. And that was not to the world-ward, for anon he

yield him to a place of religion of white monks, and was a full holy

man. That same night, about midnight came a voice among them, which

said, My sons and not my chieftains, my friends and not my warriors, go

ye hence, where ye hope best to do, and as I bad you.—Ah, thanked be

thou, Lord, that thou wilt vouchsafe to call us thy sinners. Now may we

well prove that we have not lost our pains.

And anon in all haste they took their harness and departed. But the

three knights of Gaul, one of them hight Claudine, king Claudas’ son,

and the other two were great gentlemen. Then prayed Galahad to every

each of them, that if they come to king Arthur’s court, that they

should salute my lord Sir Launcelot my father, and of them of the Round

Table, and prayed them if that they came on that part that they should

not forget it. Right so departed Galahad, Percivale, and Bors with him.

And so they rode three days, and then they came to a rivage, and found

the ship whereof the tale speaketh of tofore. And when they came to the

board, they found in the midst the table of silver which they had left

with the maimed king, and the Sancgreal, which was covered with red

samite. Then were they glad to have such things in their fellowship,

and so they entered, and made great reverence thereto, and Galahad fell

in his prayer long time to our Lord, that, at what time he asked, that

he should pass out of this world: so much he prayed, till a voice said

to him, Galahad, thou shalt have thy request, and when thou askest the

death of thy body thou shalt have it, and then shalt thou find the life

of the soul. Percivale heard this, and prayed him of fellowship that

was between them, to tell him wherefore he asked such things. That

shall I tell you, said Galahad: the other day when we saw a part of the

adventures of the Sancgreal, I was in such a joy of heart that I trow

never man was that was earthly, and therefore I wot well when my body

is dead my soul shall be in great joy to see the blessed Trinity every

day, and the majesty of our Lord Jesu Christ. So long were they in the

ship that they said to Galahad, Sir, in this bed ought ye to lie, for

so saith the scripture. And so he laid him down and slept a great

while. And when he awaked he looked afore him, and saw the city of

Sarras. And as they would have landed, they saw the ship wherein

Percivale had put his sister in. Truly, said Percivale, in the name of

God, well hath my sister holden us covenant. Then took they out of the

ship the table of silver, and he took it to Percivale and to Bors to go

tofore, and Galahad came behind, and right so they went to the city,

and at the gate of the city they saw an old man crooked. Then Galahad

called him, and bad him help to bear this heavy thing. Truly, said the

old man, it is ten year ago that I might not go but with crutches. Care

thou not, said Galahad, and arise up and shew thy good will. And so he

assayed, and found himself as whole as ever he was. Then ran he to the

table, and took one part against Galahad. And anon arose there great

noise in the city, that a cripple was made whole by knights marvellous

that entered into the city. Then anon after, the three knights went to

the water, and brought up into the palace Percivale’s sister, and

buried her as richly as a king’s daughter ought to be. And when the

king of the city, which was cleped Estorause, saw the fellowship, he

asked them of whence they were, and what thing it was that they had

brought upon the table of silver. And they told him the truth of the

Sancgreal, and the power which that God had set there. Then the king

was a tyrant, and was come of the line of paynims, and took them, and

put them in prison in a deep hole.

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