therewithin and that the vavasour showed them much honour. The damsel you all my great joy cometh back to me! Now well may I depart, for I come to Camelot and findeth his mother in great dole for her daughter XI. The damsel heareth Perceval her brother that was armed, and thereby she been brought thither. Perceval rode so long on his journeys that he is made cast the knight's head into a river that ran round about the hold. knoweth him again. She leapeth up and maketh him the greatest joy that unto her: "Behold here the head of him that was to take you!" The vavasour was right glad of his death for the great felony that he Hermit that had been killed in such-wise. Perceval cometh to the the other. "Fair son," saith she, "Blessed be the hour that you were born for by departed, he and his sister along with him on the mule whereon she had she, that all have pity on her that see her of her weeping for the joy knoweth him she beginneth to weep for joy, and kisseth them one after He throweth the head of Aristor before her on the ground, then saith the vavasour much of the honour he had done him and his sister, and He taketh his sister by the hand and cometh before her. So soon as she that should be Queen, for she thought surely that never should she see her more. Full sorrowful was she moreover of her brother, the King had in him, and for that needs must the damsel die in less than a year chamber where his mother was lying and might not stint of making dole. that she maketh of her brother. The story saith that they sojourned and she had espoused him. When Perceval had been therein as long as it pleased him, he thanked ever damsel made to knight. She knoweth not what to do. So joyful is