her; then they made great joy, and besought him to come to her father, a great lord, and he should be right welcome.  Truly, said Bors, that may not be at this time, for I have a great adventure to do in this country.  So he commended them unto God and departed.  Then Sir Bors rode after Lionel, his brother, by the trace of their horses, thus he rode seeking a great while.  Then he overtook a man clothed in a religious clothing, and rode on a strong black horse blacker than a bear, and said:  Sir knight, what seek you?  Sir, said he, I seek my brother that I saw within a while beaten with two knights.  Ah, Bors, discomfort you not, nor fall into no wanhope, for I shall tell you tidings such as they be, for truly he is dead.  Then showed he him a new slain body lying in a bush, and it seemed him well that it was the body of Lionel; and then he made such a sorrow that he fell to the earth all in a swoon, and lay a great while there.  And when he came to himself he said:  Fair brother, sith the company of you and me is departed shall I never have joy in my heart, and now he which I have taken unto my master, He be my help.  And when he had said thus he took his body lightly in his arms, and put it upon the arson of his saddle.  And then he said to the man:  Canst thou tell me unto some chapel where that I may bury this body?  Come on, said he, here is one fast by; and so long they rode till they saw a fair tower, and afore it there seemed an old feeble chapel.  And then they alit both, and put him into a tomb of marble.

CHAPTER XI

How sir Bors told his dream to A priest, which he had dreamed, and of the counsel that the priest gave to him

Now leave we him here, said the good man, and go we to our harbour till to-morrow; we will come here again to do him service.  Sir, said Bors, be ye a priest?  Yea forsooth, said he.  Then I pray you tell me a dream that befell to me the last night.  Say on, said he.  Then he began so much to tell him of the great bird in the forest, and after told him of his birds, one white, another black, and of the rotten tree, and of the white flowers.  Sir, I shall tell you a part now, and the other dele to-morrow.  The white fowl betokeneth a gentlewoman, fair and rich, which loved thee paramours, and hath loved thee long; and if thou warne her love she shall go die anon, if thou have no pity on her.  That signifieth the great bird, the which shall make thee to warne her.  Now for no fear that thou hast, nor for no dread that thou hast of God, thou shalt not warne her, but thou wouldst not do it for to be holden chaste, for to conquer the loos of the vain glory of the world; for that shall befall thee now an thou warne her, that Launcelot, the good knight, thy cousin, shall die.  And therefore men shall now say that thou art a manslayer,