“That is truth,” said the good man, “for he shall be the best knight of the world; yet know that none shall gain it save by sinless living.”

So they rode to his hermitage together, and there he prayed Sir Bors to abide that night, and anon they went into the chapel, and Sir Bors was confessed.  And they eat bread and drank water together.

“Now,” said the hermit, “I pray thee eat no other food till thou sit at the table where the Sangreal shall be.”  Thereto Sir Bors agreed.

“Also,” said the hermit, “it were wise that ye should wear a sackcloth garment next your skin, for penance;” and in this also did Sir Bors as he was counselled.  And afterwards he armed himself and took his leave.

Then rode he onwards all that day, and as he rode he saw a passing great bird sit in an old dry tree, whereon no leaves were left; and many little birds lay round the great one, nigh dead with hunger.  Then did the big bird smite himself with his own bill, and bled till he died amongst his little ones, and they recovered life in drinking up his blood.  When Sir Bors saw this he knew it was a token, and rode on full of thought.  And about eventide he came to a tower, whereto he prayed admission, and he was received gladly by the lady of the castle.  But when a supper of many meats and dainties was set before him, he remembered his vow, and bade a squire to bring him water, and therein he dipped his bread, and ate.

Then said the lady, “Sir Bors, I fear ye like not my meat.”

“Yea, truly,” said he; “God thank thee, madam; but I may eat no other meat this day.”

After supper came a squire, and said, “Madam, bethink thee to provide a champion for thee to-morrow for the tourney, or else shall thy sister have thy castle.”

At that the lady wept, and made great sorrow.  But Sir Bors prayed her to be comforted, and asked her why the tournament was held.  Then she told him how she and her sister were the daughters of King Anianse, who left them all his lands between them; and how her sister was the wife of a strong knight, named Sir Pridan le Noir, who had taken from herself all her lands, save the one tower wherein she dwelt.  “And now,” said she, “this also will they take, unless I find a champion by to-morrow.”

Then said Sir Bors, “Be comforted; to-morrow I will fight for thee;” whereat she rejoiced not a little, and sent word to Sir Pridan that she was provided and ready.  And Sir Bors lay on the floor, and in no bed, nor ever would do otherwise till he had achieved his quest.

On the morrow he arose and clothed himself, and went into the chapel, where the lady met him, and they heard mass together.  Anon he called for his armour, and went with a goodly company of knights to the battle.  And the lady prayed him to refresh himself ere he should fight, but he refused to break his fast until the tournament were done.  So they all rode together to the lists, and there they saw the lady’s eldest sister, and her husband, Sir Pridan le Noir.  And a cry was made by the heralds that, whichever should win, his lady should have all the other’s lands.