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But
when
he
told
his
name
,
the
hermit
marvelled
to
see
him
in
so
sore
a
case
,
and
said
,
Sir
,
ye
ought
to
thank
God
more
than
any
knight
living
,
for
He
hath
given
thee
more
honour
than
any
;
yet
for
thy
presumption
,
while
in
deadly
sin
to
come
into
the
presence
of
His
flesh
and
blood
,
He
suffered
thee
neither
to
see
nor
follow
it
.
Wherefore
,
believe
that
all
thy
strength
and
manhood
will
avail
thee
little
,
when
God
is
against
thee
.
Then
Sir
Lancelot
wept
and
said
,
Now
know
I
well
ye
tell
me
truth
.
Then
he
confessed
to
him
,
and
told
him
all
his
sins
,
and
how
he
had
for
fourteen
years
served
but
Queen
Guinevere
only
,
and
forgotten
God
,
and
done
great
deeds
of
arms
for
her
,
and
not
for
Heaven
,
and
had
little
or
nothing
thanked
God
for
the
honour
that
he
won
.
And
then
Sir
Lancelot
said
,
I
pray
you
counsel
me
.
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I
will
counsel
thee
,
said
he
:
never
more
enter
into
that
queen
s
company
when
ye
can
avoid
it
.
So
Sir
Lancelot
promised
him
.
Look
that
your
heart
and
your
mouth
accord
,
said
the
good
man
,
and
ye
shall
have
more
honour
and
more
nobleness
than
ever
ye
have
had
.
Then
were
his
arms
and
horse
restored
to
him
,
and
so
he
took
his
leave
,
and
rode
forth
,
repenting
greatly
.
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Now
Sir
Percival
had
ridden
back
to
the
recluse
,
to
learn
who
that
knight
was
whom
she
had
called
the
best
in
the
world
.
And
when
he
had
told
her
that
he
was
Sir
Percival
,
she
made
passing
great
joy
of
him
,
for
she
was
his
mother
s
sister
,
wherefore
she
opened
her
door
to
him
,
and
made
him
good
cheer
.
And
on
the
morrow
she
told
him
of
her
kindred
to
him
,
and
they
both
made
great
rejoicing
.
Then
he
asked
her
who
that
knight
was
,
and
she
told
him
,
He
it
is
who
on
Whit
Sunday
last
was
clad
in
the
red
robe
,
and
bare
the
red
arms
;
and
he
hath
no
peer
,
for
he
worketh
all
by
miracle
,
and
shall
be
never
overcome
by
any
earthly
hands
.
By
my
goodwill
,
said
Sir
Percival
,
I
will
never
after
these
tidings
have
to
do
with
Sir
Galahad
but
in
the
way
of
kindness
;
and
I
would
fain
learn
where
I
may
find
him
.