ise. Perceval cometh
to the master-chamber of the hall, where his sister was, that bewailed
her right sore.

X.

"Damsel," saith he to his sister, "Weep not, for your wedding hath
failed. You may know it well by this token!"

He throweth the head of Aristor before her on the ground, then saith
unto her: "Behold here the head of him that was to take you!"

The damsel heareth Perceval her brother that was armed, and thereby she
knoweth him again. She leapeth up and maketh him the greatest joy that
ever damsel made to knight. She knoweth not what to do. So joyful is
she, that all have pity on her that see her of her weeping for the joy
that she maketh of her brother. The story saith that they sojourned
therewithin and that the vavasour showed them much honour. The damsel
made cast the knight's head into a river that ran round about the hold.
The vavasour was right glad of his death for the great felony that he
had in him, and for that needs must the damsel die in less than a year
and she had espoused him.

XI.

When Perceval had been therein as long as it pleased him, he thanked
the vavasour much of the honour he had done him and his sister, and
departed, he and his sister along with him on the mule whereon she had
been brought thither. Perceval rode so long on his journeys that he is
come to Camelot and findeth his mother in great dole for her daughter
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
Hermit that had been killed in such-wise. Perceval cometh to the
chamber where his mother was lying and might not stint of making dole.
He taketh his sister by the hand and cometh before her. So soon as she
knoweth him she beginneth to weep for joy, and kisseth them one after
the other.

"Fair son," saith she, "Blessed be the hour that you were born for by
you all my great joy cometh back to me! Now well may I depart, for I
have lived long enow."

"Lady," saith he, "Your life ought to be an offence to none, for to
none hath it ever done ill, but, please God, you shall not end in this
place, but rather you shall end in the castle that was your cousin's
german, King Fisherman, there where is the most Holy Graal and the
sacred hallows are."

"Fair son," saith she, "You say well, and there would I fain be."

"Lady," saith he, "God will provide counsel and means whereby you shall
be there; and my sister, and she be