CHAPTER 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 arms, and said he would go see the

realm of Logris, which I have not seen these twelve months. And

therewith he 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 rose and heard mass.

And afore an altar he found a rich tomb, the which was newly made; and

then he took heed, and saw the sides written with gold which said:

Here lieth King Bagdemagus of Gore, which King Arthur's nephew slew;

and named him, Sir Gawaine. Then was he not 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; and

said to himself: Ah Lord God, this is a great hurt unto 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 won 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

again, that were Sir Gawaine, Sir Ector, and Sir Lionel, and many

other that need not to be rehearsed. Then 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 syne 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 damosel, 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.

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