And when they were come to theirself again they went to the good man
and prayed him that he would say them truth. What thing have ye seen?
said he. And they told him all that they had seen. Ah lords, said he,
ye be welcome; now wot I well ye be the good knights the which shall
bring the Sangreal to an end; for ye be they unto whom Our Lord shall
shew great secrets. And well ought Our Lord be signified to an hart,
for the hart when he is old he waxeth young again in his white skin.
Right so cometh again Our Lord from death to life, for He lost earthly
flesh that was the deadly flesh, which He had taken in the womb of the
blessed Virgin Mary; and for that cause appeared Our Lord as a white
hart without spot. And the four that were with Him is to understand the
four evangelists which set in writing a part of Jesu Christ’s deeds
that He did sometime when He was among you an earthly man; for wit ye
well never erst ne might no knight know the truth, for ofttimes or this
Our Lord showed Him unto good men and unto good knights, in likeness of
an hart, but I suppose from henceforth ye shall see no more. And then
they joyed much, and dwelled there all that day. And upon the morrow
when they had heard mass they departed and commended the good man to
God: and so they came to a castle and passed by. So there came a knight
armed after them and said: Lords, hark what I shall say to you.
CHAPTER X. How they were desired of a strange custom, the which they
would not obey; wherefore they fought and slew many knights.
This gentlewoman that ye lead with you is a maid? Sir, said she, a maid
I am. Then he took her by the bridle and said: By the Holy Cross, ye
shall not escape me to-fore ye have yolden the custom of this castle.
Let her go, said Percivale, ye be not wise, for a maid in what place
she cometh is free. So in the meanwhile there came out a ten or twelve
knights armed, out of the castle, and with them came gentlewomen which
held a dish of silver. And then they said: This gentlewoman must yield
us the custom of this castle. Sir, said a knight, what maid passeth
hereby shall give this dish full of blood of her right arm. Blame have
ye, said Galahad, that brought up such customs, and so God me save, I
ensure you of this gentlewoman ye shall fail while that I live. So God
me help, said Percivale, I had liefer be slain. And I also, said Sir
Bors. By my troth, said the knight, then shall ye die, for ye may not
endure against us though ye were the best knights of the world.
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