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    "title": "The High History of the Holy Graal: Branch XXXI",
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    "text": "## The High History of the Holy Graal: Branch XXXI\n\n\nTITLE I.\n\nThereupon the story is silent of Lancelot, and cometh back to\nPerceval that had not heard these tidings, and if he had known\nthem, right sorrowful would he have been thereof. He is departed\nfrom his uncle's castle that he hath reconquered, and was sore\ngrieved of the tidings that the damsel that was wounded brought\nhim of his sister that Aristor had carried away by force to the\nhouse of a vavasour. He was about to take her to wife and cut\noff her head on the day of the New Year, for such was his custom\nwith all them that he took. Perceval rideth one day, all heavy\nin thought, and taketh his way as fast as he may toward the\nhermitage of his uncle King Hermit. He is come thither on an\neventide, and seeth three hermits issued forth of the hermitage.\nHe alighteth and goeth to meet them so soon as he seeth them.\n\n\"Sir,\" say the hermits, \"Enter not in, for they are laying out a\nbody there.\"\n\n\"Who is it?\" saith Perceval.\n\n\"Sir,\" say the hermits, \"It is the good King Pelles that Aristor\nslew suddenly after mass on account of one of his nephews,\nPerceval, whom he loveth not, and a damsel is laying out the body\nthere within.\"\n\nWhen Perceval heard the news or his uncle that is dead, thereof\nwas he right grieved at heart, and on the morrow was he at his\nuncle's burial. When mass was sung, Perceval would have\ndeparted, as he that had great desire to take vengeance on him\nthat had done him such shame.\n\nII.\n\nThereupon behold you the damsel that is his.\n\n\"Sir,\" saith she, \"Full long time have I been seeking you.\nBehold here the head of a knight that I carry hanging at the bow\nof my saddle, in this rich casket of ivory that you may see, and\nby none ought he to be avenged but by you alone. Discharge me\nthereof, fair Sir, of your courtesy, for I have carried it too\nlong a time, and this King Arthur knoweth well and Messire\nGawain, for each hath seen me at court along with the head, but\nthey could give me no tidings of you, and my castle may I not\nhave again until such time as he be avenged.\"\n\n\"Who, then, was the knight, damsel?\" saith Perceval.\n\n\"Sir, he was son of your uncle Bruns Brandalis, and were he on\nlive, would have been one of the best knights in the world.\"\n\n\"And who slew him, damsel?\" saith Perceval.\n\n\"Sir, the Knight of the Deep Forest that leadeth the lion, foully\nin treason there where he thought him safe. For had he been\narmed in like manner as was the other, he would not have slain\nhim.\"\n\n\"Damsel,\" said Perceval, \"This grieveth me that he hath slain\nhim, and it grieveth me likewise of mine uncle King Hermit, whom\nI would avenge more willingly than all the men in the world, for\nhe was slain on my account.\"\n\nIII.\n\n\"Most disloyal was this knight, and foully was he fain to avenge\nhim when he slew a holy man, a hermit that never wished him ill\non account of me and of none other. Right glad shall I be and I\nmay find the knight, and so, methinketh, will he be of me, for me\nhe hateth as much as I do him, as I have been told, and Lord God\ngrant, howsoever he may take it, that I may find him betimes.\"\n\n\"Sir,\" saith the damsel, \"So outrageous a knight is he that no\nknight is there in the world so good but he thinketh himself of\nmore worth than he, and sith that he hateth you with a will, and\nhe knew that you were here, you and another, or you the third, he\nwould come now at once, were he in place and free.\"\n\n\"Damsel,\" saith Perceval, \"God give him mischief of his coming,\ncome whensoever he may!\"\n\n\"Sir,\" saith she, \"The Deep Forest there, where the Red Knight\nleadeth the lion, is towards the castle of Aristor, and, or ever\nyou come by adventure into the forest, you may well hear some\ntidings of him!\"",
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