Now shall ye hear a wonderful tale of King Solomon and his wife.
CHAPTER VII. A wonderful tale of King Solomon and his wife.
That night lay Solomon before the ship with little fellowship. And when
he was asleep him thought there came from heaven a great company of
angels, and alighted into the ship, and took water which was brought by
an angel, in a vessel of silver, and sprent all the ship. And after he
came to the sword, and drew letters on the hilt. And after went to the
ship’s board, and wrote there other letters which said: Thou man that
wilt enter within me, beware that thou be full within the faith, for I
ne am but Faith and Belief. When Solomon espied these letters he was
abashed, so that he durst not enter, and so drew him aback; and the
ship was anon shoven in the sea, and he went so fast that he lost sight
of him within a little while. And then a little voice said: Solomon,
the last knight of thy lineage shall rest in this bed. Then went
Solomon and awaked his wife, and told her of the adventures of the
ship.
Now saith the history that a great while the three fellows beheld the
bed and the three spindles. Then they were at certain that they were of
natural colours without painting. Then they lift up a cloth which was
above the ground, and there found a rich purse by seeming. And
Percivale took it, and found therein a writ and so he read it, and
devised the manner of the spindles and of the ship, whence it came, and
by whom it was made. Now, said Galahad, where shall we find the
gentlewoman that shall make new girdles to the sword? Fair sir, said
Percivale’s sister, dismay you not, for by the leave of God I shall let
make a girdle to the sword, such one as shall long thereto. And then
she opened a box, and took out girdles which were seemly wrought with
golden threads, and upon that were set full precious stones, and a rich
buckle of gold. Lo, lords, said she, here is a girdle that ought to be
set about the sword. And wit ye well the greatest part of this girdle
was made of my hair, which I loved well while that I was a woman of the
world. But as soon as I wist that this adventure was ordained me I
clipped off my hair, and made this girdle in the name of God. Ye be
well found, said Sir Bors, for certes ye have put us out of great pain,
wherein we should have entered ne had your tidings been.
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