and given thee to work so largely that thou hast had at all days the better wheresomever thou came; and now Our Lord will suffer thee no longer, but that thou shalt know Him whether thou wilt or nylt.  And why the voice called thee bitterer than wood, for where overmuch sin dwelleth, there may be but little sweetness, wherefore thou art likened to an old rotten tree.  Now have I shewed thee why thou art harder than the stone and bitterer than the tree.  Now shall I shew thee why thou art more naked and barer than the fig tree.  It befel that Our Lord on Palm Sunday preached in Jerusalem, and there He found in the people that all hardness was harboured in them, and there He found in all the town not one that would harbour him.  And then He went without the town, and found in the middes of the way a fig tree, the which was right fair and well garnished of leaves, but fruit had it none.  Then Our Lord cursed the tree that bare no fruit; that betokeneth the fig tree unto Jerusalem, that had leaves and no fruit.  So thou, Sir Launcelot, when the Holy Grail was brought afore thee, He found in thee no fruit, nor good thought nor good will, and defouled with lechery.  Certes, said Sir Launcelot, all that you have said is true, and from henceforward I cast me, by the grace of God, never to be so wicked as I have been, but as to follow knighthood and to do feats of arms.  Then the good man enjoined Sir Launcelot such penance as he might do and to pursue knighthood, and so assoiled him, and prayed Sir Launcelot to abide with him all that day.  I will well, said Sir Launcelot, for I have neither helm, nor horse, nor sword.  As for that, said the good man, I shall help you or tomorn at even of an horse, and all that longed unto you.  And then Sir Launcelot repented him greatly.

Here leaveth of the history of syr launcelot.  And here followeth of sir Percyvale de galys which is the xiiii book.

THE FOURTEENTH BOOK

CHAPTER I

How sir Percivale came to A recluse and asked counsel, and how she told him that she was his aunt

Now saith the tale, that when Sir Launcelot was ridden after Sir Galahad, the which had all these adventures above said, Sir Percivale turned again unto the recluse, where he deemed to have tidings of that knight that Launcelot followed.  And so he kneeled at her window, and the recluse opened it and asked Sir Percivale what he would.  Madam, he said, I am a knight of King Arthur’s court, and my name is Sir Percivale de Galis.  When the recluse heard his name she had great joy of him, for mickle she had loved him tofore any other knight, for she ought to do so, for she was his aunt.  And then she commanded the gates to be opened, and there he had all the cheer that she might make him, and all that was in her power was at his commandment.  So on the morn Sir Percivale