CHAPTER X

How sir Percivale for penance rove himself through the thigh; and how she was known for the devil

Fair sweet father, Jesu Christ, ne let me not be shamed, the which was nigh lost had not thy good grace been.  And then he looked into a ship, and saw her enter therein, which said:  Sir Percivale, ye have betrayed me.  And so she went with the wind roaring and yelling, that it seemed all the water brent after her.  Then Sir Percivale made great sorrow, and drew his sword unto him, saying:  Sithen my flesh will be my master I shall punish it; and therewith he rove himself through the thigh that the blood start about him, and said:  O good Lord, take this in recompensation of that I have done against thee, my Lord.  So then he clothed him and armed him, and called himself a wretch, saying:  How nigh was I lost, and to have lost that I should never have gotten again, that was my virginity, for that may never be recovered after it is once lost.  And then he stopped his bleeding wound with a piece of his shirt.  Thus as he made his moan he saw the same ship come from Orient that the good man was in the day afore, and the noble knight was ashamed with himself, and therewith he fell in a swoon.  And when he awoke he went unto him weakly, and there he saluted this good man.  And then he asked Sir Percivale:  How hast thou done sith I departed?  Sir, said he, here was a gentlewoman and led me into deadly sin.  And there he told him altogether.  Knew ye not the maid? said the good man.  Sir, said he, nay, but well I wot the fiend sent her hither to shame me.  O good knight, said he, thou art a fool, for that gentlewoman was the master fiend of hell, the which hath power above all devils, and that was the old lady that thou sawest in thine advision riding on the serpent.  Then he told Sir Percivale how our Lord Jesu Christ beat him out of heaven for his sin, the which was the most brightest angel of heaven, and therefore he lost his heritage:  And that was the champion that thou foughtest withal, the which had overcome thee had not the grace of God been.  Now beware Sir Percivale, and taken this for an ensample.  And then the good man vanished away.  Then Sir Percivale took his arms, and entered into the ship, and so departed from thence.

Here endeth the fourtenthe booke, whiche is of syr Percyval.  And here followeth of syre Launcelot, whiche is the fyftenth book.

THE FIFTEENTH BOOK

CHAPTER I

How sir launcelot came to A chapel, where he found dead, in A white shirt, A man of religion, of an hundred winter old