loveth not, and a damsel is laying out the body there within." Thereupon behold you the damsel that is his. courtesy, for I have carried it too long a time, and this King Arthur the hermitage of his uncle King Hermit. He is come thither on an with the head, but they could give me no tidings of you, and my castle desire to take vengeance on him that had done him such shame. day, all heavy in thought, and taketh his way as fast as he may toward "Who, then, was the knight, damsel?" saith Perceval. eventide, and seeth three hermits issued forth of the hermitage. He the head of a knight that I carry hanging at the bow of my saddle, in "Sir," saith she, "Full long time have I been seeking you. Behold here II. may I not have again until such time as he be avenged." knoweth well and Messire Gawain, for each hath seen me at court along suddenly after mass on account of one of his nephews, Perceval, whom he right grieved at heart, and on the morrow was he at his uncle's burial. "Sir, he was son of your uncle Bruns Brandalis, and were he on live, avenged but by you alone. Discharge me thereof, fair Sir, of your alighteth and goeth to meet them so soon as he seeth them. this rich casket of ivory that you may see, and by none ought he to be such was his custom with all them that he took. Perceval rideth one "Sir," say the hermits, "It is the good King Pelles that Aristor slew "Who is it?" saith Perceval. When Perceval heard the news or his uncle that is dead, thereof was he there." "Sir," say the hermits, "Enter not in, for they are laying out a body When mass was sung, Perceval would have departed, as he that had great