Then Sir Percivale promised her all the help that he might; and then
she thanked him. And at that time the weather was hot. Then she called
unto her a gentlewoman and bade her bring forth a pavilion; and so she
did, and pight it upon the gravel. Sir, said she, now may ye rest you
in this heat of the day. Then he thanked her, and she put off his helm
and his shield, and there he slept a great while. And then he awoke and
asked her if she had any meat, and she said: Yea, also ye shall have
enough. And so there was set enough upon the table, and thereon so much
that he had marvel, for there was all manner of meats that he could
think on. Also he drank there the strongest wine that ever he drank,
him thought, and therewith he was a little chafed more than he ought to
be; with that he beheld the gentlewoman, and him thought she was the
fairest creature that ever he saw. And then Sir Percivale proffered her
love, and prayed her that she would be his. Then she refused him, in a
manner, when he required her, for the cause he should be the more
ardent on her, and ever he ceased not to pray her of love. And when she
saw him well enchafed, then she said: Sir Percivale, wit you well I
shall not fulfil your will but if ye swear from henceforth ye shall be
my true servant, and to do nothing but that I shall command you. Will
ye ensure me this as ye be a true knight? Yea, said he, fair lady, by
the faith of my body. Well, said she, now shall ye do with me whatso it
please you; and now wit ye well ye are the knight in the world that I
have most desire to.
And then two squires were commanded to make a bed in midst of the
pavilion. And anon she was unclothed and laid therein. And then Sir
Percivale laid him down by her naked; and by adventure and grace he saw
his sword lie on the ground naked, in whose pommel was a red cross and
the sign of the crucifix therein, and bethought him on his knighthood
and his promise made to-forehand unto the good man; then he made a sign
of the cross in his forehead, and therewith the pavilion turned
up-so-down, and then it changed unto a smoke, and a black cloud, and
then he was adread and cried aloud:
CHAPTER X. How Sir Percivale for penance rove himself through the
thigh; and how she was known for the devil.
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