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Chapter XII
Thenheaskedherwhothatknightwas,andshetoldhim,“HeitiswhoonWhitSundaylastwascladintheredrobe,andbaretheredarms;andhehathnopeer,forheworkethallbymiracle,andshallbeneverovercomebyanyearthlyhands.”
“Bymygoodwill,”saidSirPercival,“IwillneverafterthesetidingshavetodowithSirGalahadbutinthewayofkindness;andIwouldfainlearnwhereImayfindhim.”
“Fairnephew,”saidshe,“yemustridetotheCastleofGoth,wherehehathacousin;byhimyemaybelodged,andhewillteachyouthewaytogo;butifhecantellyounotidings,ridestraighttotheCastleofCarbonek,wherethewoundedkingislying,forthereshallyesurelyheartruetidingsofhim.”
SoSirPercivaldepartedfromhisaunt,androdetillevensongtime,whenhewaswareofamonasteryclosedroundwithwallsanddeepditches,whereheknockedatthegate,andanonwasletin.Andtherehehadgoodcheerthatnight,andonthemorrowheardmass.Andbesidethealtarwheretheprieststood,wasarichbedofsilkandclothofgold;andonthebedtherelayamanpassingold,havingacrownofgolduponhishead,andallhisbodywasfullofgreatwounds,andhiseyesalmostwhollyblind;andeverhehelduphishandsandsaid,“SweetLord,forgetnotme!”
ThenSirPercivalaskedoneofthebrethrenwhohewas.
“Sir,”saidthegoodman,“yehaveheardofJosephofArimathea,howhewassentofJesusChristintothislandtopreachandteachtheChristianfaith.Now,inthecityofSarrasheconvertedakingnamedEvelake,andthisishe.
