CHAPTER XII

HOW SIR LAUNCELOT CAME INTO THE CHAPEL PERILOUS

On a day as Sir Launcelot rode a great while in a deep forest, he was

ware of an old manor beyond a bridge. And he passed over the bridge,

that was old and feeble, and came into a great hall, where he saw lie a

dead knight, that was a seemly man. And therewithal came out a lady

weeping and wringing her hands, and she said: "Oh, knight, too much

sorrow hast thou brought me."

"Why say ye so?" said Sir Launcelot; "I did never this knight any harm;

therefore, fair lady, be not displeased with me, for I am full sore

aggrieved at your grievance."

"Truly sir," she said, "I know it is not ye that have slain my husband,

for he that did that deed is sore wounded, and he is never likely to

recover; that I assure you."

"What was your husband's name?" asked Sir Launcelot.

"Sir," said she, "his name was Sir Gilbert, one of the best knights of

the world, and he that hath slain him, I know not his name."

"God send you better comfort," said Sir Launcelot, and so he departed

and went into the forest again, and there he met with a damsel who knew

him well, and said aloud, "Well are ye come, my lord; and now I require

thee on thy knighthood help my brother that is sore wounded, and never

ceaseth bleeding, for this day fought he with Sir Gilbert and slew him

in plain battle. My brother was sore wounded, and a sorceress that

dwelleth in a castle hard by told me this day that my brother's wounds

should never be whole till I could find a knight that would go into the

Chapel Perilous where he should find a sword and a bloody cloth that

the wounded knight was wrapped in. A piece of that cloth and the sword

should heal my brother's wounds, if his wounds were searched with the

sword and the cloth."

"This is a marvellous thing," said Sir Launcelot, "but what is your

brother's name?"

"Sir," said she, "his name is Sir Meliot."

"That me repenteth," said Sir Launcelot, "for he is a fellow of the

Table Round, and to help him I will do all in my power."

"Then, sir," said she, "follow this highway, and it will bring you into

the Chapel Perilous, and here I shall wait till God send you again;

except you I know no knight living that may achieve that adventure."

So Launcelot departed, and when he came unto the Chapel Perilous, he

alighted and tied his horse to the little gate of the churchyard. And

soon he saw on the front of the chapel many fair rich shields turned

up-so-down, and many of these shields he had seen borne by knights that

he had known aforetime. Then he saw standing there by him thirty great

knights, taller by a yard than any man that ever he had seen, all clad

in black armour, ready with their shields, and their swords drawn.

They all grinned and gnashed at Sir Launcelot, and when he saw their

countenances, he put his shield afore him, and took his sword in his

hand ready unto battle. He started to go right past the giants, and

then they scattered on every side and gave him the way. Therewith he

waxed all bold and entered into the chapel, where he saw no light but a

dim lamp burning, and soon became aware of a corpse covered with a

cloth of silk. Sir Launcelot stooped down and cut off a piece of that

cloth, whereupon the earth under him seemed to quake a little, and at

this he feared. Then he saw a fair sword lying by the dead knight.

This he gat into his hand and hied out of the chapel.

As soon as ever he was in the chapel yard all the giants spake to him

with a grimly voice, and said: "Knight, Sir Launcelot, lay that sword

from thee, or else thou shalt die."

"Whether I live or die," said Sir Launcelot, "no loud words will get it

again; therefore fight for it if ye will."

Then he immediately passed right through their midst, and beyond the

chapel yard there met him a fair damsel, who said, "Sir Launcelot,

leave that sword behind thee, or thou wilt die for it."

"I leave it not," said Sir Launcelot, "for any entreaties."

"It is well," said she. "If thou didst leave that sword thou shouldst

never see Queen Guenever again. Now, gentle knight, I request one

thing of thee. Kiss me but once."

"Nay," said Sir Launcelot, "God forbid that I should do that."

"It is well, sir," said she; "if thou hadst kissed me thy life days had

been done. But now, alas, I have lost all my labour, for I ordained

this chapel to win thee. Once I had Sir Gawaine well nigh within my

power, but he fought with that knight that lieth there dead in yonder

chapel, Sir Gilbert, and smote off his left hand and so escaped. Sir

Launcelot, I have loved thee these seven years, but now I know no woman

may have thy love but Queen Guenever."

"Ye say well," said Sir Launcelot. "God preserve me from your subtile

crafts."

Thereupon he took his horse and so departed from her, and soon met the

damsel, Sir Meliot's sister. Anon she led him to the castle where Sir

Meliot lay, pale as the earth from bleeding. Sir Launcelot leaped unto

him and touched his wounds with Sir Gilbert's sword, and then wiped his

wounds with a part of the cloth that Sir Gilbert was wrapped in, and

anon he was as whole a man as ever he had been in all his life. And

then there was great joy between them. They made Sir Launcelot all the

cheer that they might, and on the morn he took his leave of Sir Meliot

and his sister, and rode away.

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