{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/mart/mart394.htm","path":"neu/mart/mart394.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/mart/mart394.htm","text":"CHAPTER V\nOf the good counsel that the hermit gave to them.\nCERTES, said Gawaine, soothly have ye said, that I see it\nopenly. Now, I pray you, good man and holy father, tell\nme why we met not with so many adventures as we were\nwont to do, and commonly have the better. I shall tell\nyou gladly, said the good man; the adventure of the\nSangreal which ye and many other have undertaken the\nquest of it and find it not, the cause is for it appeareth\nnot to sinners. Wherefore marvel not though ye fail\nthereof, and many other. For ye be an untrue knight\nand a great murderer, and to good men signifieth other\nthings than murder. For I dare say, as sinful as Sir\nLauncelot hath been, sith that he went into the quest of\nthe Sangreal he slew never man, nor nought shall, till that\nhe come unto Camelot again, for he hath taken upon him\nfor to forsake sin. And nere that he nis not stable, but\nby his thought he is likely to turn again, he should be next\nto enchieve it save Galahad, his son. But God knoweth his\nthought and his unstableness, and yet shall he die right an\nholy man, and no doubt he hath no fellow of no earthly\nsinful man. Sir, said Gawaine, it seemeth me by your words\nthat for our sins it will not avail us to travel in this quest\nTruly, said the good man, there be an hundred such as ye\nbe that never shall prevail, but to have shame. And when\nthey had heard these voices they commended him unto\nGod.\nThen the good man called Gawaine, and said: It is\nlong time passed sith that ye were made knight, and never\nsithen thou servedst thy Maker, and now thou art so old\na tree that in thee is neither life nor fruit; wherefore bethink\nthee that thou yield to Our Lord the bare rind, sith\nthe fiend hath the leaves and the fruit. Sir, said Gawaine\nan I had leisure I would speak with you, but my fellow\nhere, Sir Ector, is gone, and abideth me yonder beneath\nthe hill. Well, said the good man, thou were better to be\ncounselled. Then departed Gawaine and came to Ector,\nand so took their horses and rode till they came to a\nforester's house, which harboured them right well. And\non the morn they departed from their host, and rode long\nor they could find any adventure.","title":"Le Morte d'Arthur BOOK XVI CHAPTER V","type":"page"}