{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/mart/mart390.htm","path":"neu/mart/mart390.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/mart/mart390.htm","text":"CHAPTER I\nHow Sir Gawaine was nigh weary of the quest of the\nSangreal, and of his marvellous dream.\nWHEN Sir Gawaine was departed from his fellowship he\nrode long without any adventure. For he found not the\ntenth part of adventure as he was wont to do. For Sir\nGawaine rode from Whitsuntide until Michaelmas and\nfound none adventure that pleased him. So on a day it\nbefell Gawaine met with Sir Ector de Maris, and either\nmade great joy of other that it were marvel to tell. And\nso they told everych other, and complained them greatly\nthat they could find none adventure. Truly, said Sir\nGawaine unto Sir Ector, I am nigh weary of this quest,\nand loath I am to follow further in strange countries.\nOne thing marvelled me, said Sir Ector, I have met with\ntwenty knights, fellows of mine, and all they complain as\nI do. I have marvel, said Sir Gawaine, where that Sir\nLauncelot, your brother, is. Truly, said Sir Ector, I\ncannot hear of him, nor of Sir Galahad, Percivale, nor\nSir Bors. Let them be, said Sir Gawaine, for they four\nhave no peers. And if one thing were not in Sir Launcelot\nhe had no fellow of none earthly man; but he is as we be,\nbut if he took more pain upon him. But an these four\nbe met together they will be loath that any man meet with\nthem; for an they fail of the Sangreal it is in waste of all\nthe remnant to recover it.\nThus Ector and Gawaine rode more than eight days,\nand on a Saturday they found an old chapel, the which\nwas wasted that there seemed no man thither repaired;\nand there they alighted, and set their spears at the door,\nand in they entered into the chapel, and there made their\norisons a great while, and set them down in the sieges of\nthe chapel. And as they spake of one thing and other,\nfor heaviness they fell asleep, and there befell them both\nmarvellous adventures. Sir Gawaine him seemed he\ncame into a meadow full of herbs and flowers, and there\nhe saw a rack of bulls, an hundred and fifty, that were\nproud and black, save three of them were all white, and\none had a black spot, and the other two were so fair and\nso white that they might be no whiter. And these three\nbulls which were so fair were tied with two strong cords.\nAnd the remnant of the bulls said among them: Go we\nhence to seek better pasture. And so some went, and\nsome came again, but they were so lean that they might\nnot stand upright; and of the bulls that were so white,\nthat one came again and no mo. But when this white bull\nwas come again among these other there rose up a great\ncry for lack of wind that failed them; and so they\ndeparted one here and another there: this advision befell\nGawaine that night.","title":"Le Morte d'Arthur BOOK XVI CHAPTER I","type":"page"}