Then by adventure he came into the country of Gore, and into the abbey
where Launcelot had been to-forehand, and found the tomb of King
Bagdemagus, but he was founder thereof, Joseph of Aramathie’s son; and
the tomb of Simeon where Launcelot had failed. Then he looked into a
croft under the minster, and there he saw a tomb which brent full
marvellously. Then asked he the brethren what it was. Sir, said they, a
marvellous adventure that may not be brought unto none end but by him
that passeth of bounty and of knighthood all them of the Round Table. I
would, said Galahad, that ye would lead me thereto. Gladly, said they,
and so led him till a cave. And he went down upon greses, and came nigh
the tomb. And then the flaming failed, and the fire staunched, the
which many a day had been great. Then came there a voice that said:
Much are ye beholden to thank Our Lord, the which hath given you a good
hour, that ye may draw out the souls of earthly pain, and to put them
into the joys of paradise. I am of your kindred, the which hath dwelled
in this heat this three hundred winter and four-and-fifty to be purged
of the sin that I did against Joseph of Aramathie. Then Galahad took
the body in his arms and bare it into the minster. And that night lay
Galahad in the abbey; and on the morn he gave him service, and put him
in the earth afore the high altar.
CHAPTER XIX. How Sir Percivale and Sir Bors met with Sir Galahad, and
how they came to the castle of Carbonek, and other matters.
So departed he from thence, and commended the brethren to God; and so
he rode five days till that he came to the Maimed King. And ever
followed Percivale the five days, asking where he had been; and so one
told him how the adventures of Logris were enchieved. So on a day it
befell that they came out of a great forest, and there they met at
traverse with Sir Bors, the which rode alone. It is none need to tell
if they were glad; and them he saluted, and they yielded him honour and
good adventure, and everych told other. Then said Bors: It is mo than a
year and an half that I ne lay ten times where men dwelled, but in wild
forests and in mountains, but God was ever my comfort.
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