by Howard Pyle
How Percival dwelt in the mountains.
So she kept Percival always with her and in ignorance of all that concerned the world of knighthood. And though Percival waxed great of body and was beautiful and noble of countenance, yet he dwelt there among those mountains knowing no more of the world that lay beyond that place in which he dwelt than would a little innocent child. Nor did he ever see anyone from the outside world, saving only an old man who was a deaf-mute. And this old man came and went betwixt that tower where Percival and his mother dwelt and the outer world, and from the world he would come back with clothing and provisions loaded upon an old sumpter horse for Percival and his mother and their few attendants. Yet Percival marvelled many times whence those things came, but no one told him and so he lived in entire ignorance of the world.
And Percival’s mother would not let him touch any weapon saving only a small Scot’s spear which same is a sort of javelin. But with this Percival played every day of his life until he grew so cunning in handling it that he could pierce with it a bird upon the wing in the air.
Now it chanced upon a time when Percival was nineteen years of age that he stood upon a pinnacle of rock and looked down into a certain valley. And it was very early in the spring-time, so that the valley appeared, as it were, to be carpeted all with clear, thin green. There was a shining stream of water that ran down through the midst of the valley, and it was a very fair and peaceful place to behold.
Percival beholds a knight-rider.
So Percival stood and gazed into that low-land, and lo! a knight rode up through that valley, and the sun shone out from behind a cloud of rain and smote upon his armor so that it appeared to be all ablaze as with pure light, and Percival beheld that knight and wist not what it was he saw. So, after the knight had gone away from the valley, he ran straightway to his mother, all filled with a great wonder, and he said: “Mother! Mother! I have beheld a very wonderful thing.” She said, “What was it thou didst see?” Percival said: “I beheld somewhat that was like a man, and he rode upon a horse, and he shone very brightly and with exceeding splendor. Now, I prithee tell me what it was I saw?”
Then Percival’s mother knew very well what it was he had seen, and she was greatly troubled at heart, for she wist that if Percival’s knightly spirit should be awakened he would no longer be content to dwell in those peaceful solitudes. Wherefore she said to herself: “How is this? Is it to be that this one lamb also shall be taken away from me and nothing left to me of all my flock?” Then she said to Percival: “My son, that which thou didst behold was doubtless an angel.” And Percival said, “I would that I too were an angel!” And at that speech the lady, his mother, sighed very deeply.
Now it chanced upon the next day after that that Percival and his mother went down into the forest that lay at the foot of the mountain whereon that tower stood, and they had intent to gather such early flowers of the spring-time as were then abloom. And whilst they were there, lo! there came five knights riding through the forest, and, the leaves being thin like to a mist of green, Percival perceived them a great way off. So he cried out in a loud voice: “Mother! Mother! Behold! Yonder is a whole company of angels such as I saw yesterday! Now I will go and give them greeting.”
But his mother said: “How now! How now! Wouldst thou make address unto angels!” And Percival said: “Yea; for they appear to be both mild of face and gentle of mien.” So he went forward for to greet those knights.
Percival holds discourse with five knights.
Now the foremost of that party of knights was Sir Ewaine, who was always both gentle and courteous to everybody. Wherefore, when Sir Ewaine saw Percival nigh at hand, he gave him greeting and said, “Fair youth, what is thy name?” Unto this Percival made reply: “My name is Percival.” Sir Ewaine said: “That is a very good name, and thy face likewise is so extraordinarily comely that I take thee to be of some very high lineage. Now tell me, I prithee, who is thy father?” To this Percival said, “I cannot tell thee what is my lineage, for I do not know,” and at that Sir Ewaine marvelled a very great deal. Then, after a little while, he said: “I prithee tell me, didst thou see a knight pass this way to-day or yesterday?” And Percival said, “I know not what sort of a thing is a knight.” Sir Ewaine said, “A knight is such a sort of man as I am.”
Upon this Percival understood many things that he did not know before, and he willed with all his soul to know more than those. Wherefore he said: “If thou wilt answer several questions for me, I will gladly answer thine.” Upon this Sir Ewaine smiled very cheerfully (for he liked Percival exceedingly), and he said: “Ask what thou wilt and I will answer thee in so far as I am able.”
So Percival said, “I prithee tell me what is this thing?” And he laid his hand thereon. And Sir Ewaine said, “That is a saddle.” And Percival said, “What is this thing?” And Sir Ewaine said, “That is a sword.” And Percival said, “What is this thing?” And Sir Ewaine said, “That is a shield.” And so Percival asked him concerning all things that appertained to the accoutrements of a knight, and Sir Ewaine answered all his questions. Then Percival said: “Now I will answer thy question. I saw a knight ride past this way yesterday, and he rode up yonder valley and to the westward.”
Upon this Sir Ewaine gave gramercy to Percival and saluted him, and so did the other knights, and they rode their way.
After they had gone Percival returned to his mother, and he beheld that she sat exactly where he had left her, for she was in great travail of soul because she perceived that Percival would not now stay with her very much longer. And when Percival came to where she sat he said to her: “Mother, those were not angels, but very good, excellent knights.” And upon this the lady, his mother, burst into a great passion of weeping, so that Percival stood before her all abashed, not knowing why she wept. So by and by he said, “Mother, why dost thou weep?” But she could not answer him for a while, and after a while she said, “Let us return homeward.” And so they walked in silence.
Now when they had come to the tower where they dwelt, the lady turned of a sudden unto Percival and she said to him, “Percival, what is in thy heart?” And he said, “Mother, thou knowest very well what is there.” She said, “Is it that thou wouldst be a knight also?” And he said, “Thou sayst it.” And upon that she said, “Thou shalt have thy will; come with me.”
So Percival’s mother led him to the stable and to where was that poor pack-horse that brought provisions to that place, and she said: “This is a sorry horse but I have no other for thee. Now let us make a saddle for him.” So Percival and his mother twisted sundry cloths and wisps of hay and made a sort of a saddle thereof. And Percival’s mother brought him a scrip with bread and cheese for his refreshment and she hung it about his shoulder. And she brought him his javelin which he took in his hand. And then she gave him the ring of King Pellinore with that precious ruby jewel inset into it, and she said: “Take thou this, Percival, and put it upon thy finger, for it is a royal ring. Now when thou leavest me, go unto the court of King Arthur and make diligent inquiry for Sir Lamorack of Gales. And when thou hast found him, show him that ring, and he will see that thou art made a very worthy knight; for, Percival, Sir Lamorack is thy brother. One time thou hadst a father alive, and thou hadst two other brothers. But all they were slain by treachery of our enemies, and only thou and Lamorack are left; so look to it that thou guard thyself when thou art in the world and in the midst of those enemies; for if thou shouldst perish at their hands, I believe my heart would break.”
Percival’s mother giveth him advice.
Then she gave Percival advice concerning the duty of one who would make himself worthy of knighthood, and that advice was as follows: “In thy journeying thou art to observe these sundry things: When thou comest to a church or a shrine say a pater-noster unto the glory of God; and if thou hearest a cry of anyone in trouble, hasten to lend thine aid — especially if it be a woman or a child who hath need of it; and if thou meet a lady or a damosel, salute her in
seemly fashion; and if thou have to do with a man, be both civil and courageous unto him; and if thou art an-hungered or athirst and findest food and wine, eat and drink enough to satisfy thee, but no more; and if thou findest a treasure or a jewel of price and canst obtain those things without injustice unto another, take that thing for thine own — but give that which thou hast with equal freedom unto others. So, by obeying these precepts, thou shalt become worthy to be a true knight and, haply, be also worthy of thy father, who was a true knight before thee.”
And Percival said, “All these things will I remember and observe to do.”
And Percival’s mother said, “But thou wilt not forget me, Percival?”
Percival departs from the mountain.
And he said: “Nay, mother; but when I have got me power and fame and wealth, then will I straightway return thitherward and take thee away from this place, and thou shalt be like to a Queen for all the glory that I shall bestow upon thee.” Upon this the lady, his mother, both laughed and wept; and Percival stooped and kissed her upon the lips. Then he turned and left her, and he rode away down the mountain and into the forest, and she stood and gazed after him as long as she could see him. And she was very lonely after he had gone.
So I have told you how it came that Percival went out into the world for to become a famous knight.
Chapter First
HOW PERCIVAL DEPARTED into the world and how he found a fair damsel in a pavilion; likewise how he came before Queen Guinevere and how he undertook his first adventure
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Percival maketh himself armor of willow twigs.
Now after Percival had ridden upon his way for a very long time, he came at last out of that part of the forest and unto a certain valley where were many osiers growing along beside a stream of water. So he gathered branches of the willow-trees and peeled them and wove them very cunningly into the likeness of armor such as he had seen those knights wear who had come into his forest. And when he had armed himself with wattled osiers he said unto himself, “Now am I accoutred as well as they.” Whereupon he rode upon his way with an heart enlarged with joy.
By and by he came out of the forest altogether and unto a considerable village where were many houses thatched with straw. And Percival said to himself: “Ha! how great is the world; I knew not that there were so many people in the world.”
How Percival rode in the world.
But when the folk of that place beheld what sort of a saddle was upon the back of the pack-horse; and when they beheld what sort of armor it was that Percival wore — all woven of osier twigs; and when they beheld how he was armed with a javelin and with no other weapon, they mocked and laughed at him and jeered him. But Percival understood not their mockery, whereupon he said: “Lo! how pleasant and how cheerful is the world. I knew not it was so merry a place.” So he laughed and nodded and gave them greeting who mocked him in that manner. And some of them said, “That is a madman.” And others said, “Nay, he is a silly fool.” And when Percival heard these he said to himself: “I wonder whether there are other sorts of knights that I have not yet heard tell of?”
So he rode upon his way very happy, and whenever he met travellers, they would laugh at him; but he would laugh louder than they and give them greeting because of pure pleasure that the great world was so merry and kind.
Now in the declining of the afternoon, he came to a certain pleasant glade, and there he beheld a very noble and stately pavilion in among the trees, And that pavilion was all of yellow satin so that it shone like to gold in the light of the declining sun.
Then Percival said to himself: “Verily, this must be one of those churches concerning which my mother spake to me.” So he descended from his horse and went to that pavilion and knelt down and said a pater-noster.
Percival enters the golden pavilion.
And when he had ended that prayer, he arose and went into the pavilion, and lo! he beheld there a wonderfully beautiful young damsel of sixteen years of age who sat in the pavilion upon a carved bench and upon a cushion of cloth of gold, and who bent over a frame of embroidery, which she was busy weaving in threads of silver and gold. And the hair of that damosel was as black as ebony and her cheeks were like rose leaves for redness, and she wore a fillet of gold around her head, and she was clad in raiment of sky blue silk. And near by was a table spread with meats of divers sorts and likewise with several wines, both white and red. And all the goblets were of silver and all the pattens were of gold, and the table was spread with a napkin embroidered with threads of gold.
Now you are to know that the young lady who sat there was the Lady Yvette the Fair, the daughter of King Pecheur.
When Percival came to that pavilion the Lady Yvette looked up and beheld him with great astonishment, and she said to herself: “That must either be a madman or a foolish jester who comes hither clad all in armor of wattled willow twigs.” So she said to him, “Sirrah, what dost thou here?” He said, “Lady, is this a church?” Upon that she was angered thinking that he had intended to make a jest and she said: “Begone, fool, for if my father, who is King Pecheur, cometh and findeth thee here, he will punish thee for this jest.” But Percival replied, “Nay; I think he will not, lady.”
Then the damosel looked at Percival more narrowly and she beheld how noble and beautiful was his countenance and she said to herself: “This is no fool nor a jester, but who he is or what he is I know not.”
Percival breaks bread in the golden pavilion.
So she said to Percival, “Whence comest thou?” and he said, “From the mountains and the wilderness.” Then he said: “Lady, when I left my mother she told me that whenever I saw good food and drink and was an-hungered, I was to take what I needed. Now I will do so in this case.” Whereupon he sat him down to that table and fell to with great appetite.
Then when that damosel beheld what he did she laughed in great measure and clapped her hands together in sport. And she said: “If my father and brothers should return and find thee at this, they would assuredly punish thee very sorely, and thou couldst not make thyself right with them.” Percival said, “Why would they do that, lady?” And she said: “Because that is their food and drink, and because my father is a king and my brethren are his sons.” Then Percival said, “Certes, they would be uncourteous to begrudge food to a hungry man”; and thereat the damsel laughed again.
Now when Percival had eaten and drunk his fill, he arose from where he sat. And he beheld that the damsel wore a very beautiful ring of carved gold set with a pearl of great price. So he said to her: “Lady, my mother told me that if I beheld a jewel or treasure and desired it for my own, I was to take it if I could do so without offence to anyone. Now I prithee give me that ring upon thy finger, for I desire it a very great deal.” At this the maiden regarded Percival very strangely, and she beheld that he was comely beyond any man whom she had ever seen and that his countenance was very noble and exalted and yet exceedingly mild and gentle. So she said to him, speaking very gently, “Why should I give thee my ring?” Whereunto he made reply: “Because thou art the most beautiful lady whom mine eyes ever beheld and I find that I love thee more than I had thought possible to love anyone.”
At that the damosel smiled upon him and said, “What is thy name?” And he said, “It is Percival.” She said, “That is a good name; who is thy father?” Whereunto he said: “That I cannot tell thee for my mother hath bidden me tell his name to no one yet whiles.” She said, “I think he must be some very noble and worthy knight,” and Percival said, “He is all that, for he too was a king.”
The damsel giveth Percival her ring.
Then the damsel said, “Thou mayst have my ring,” and she gave it to him. And when Percival had placed it upon his finger he said: “My mother also told me that I should give freely of what is mine own, wherefore I do give thee this ring of mine in exchange for thine, and I do beseech thee to wear it until I have proved myself worthy of thy kindness. For I hope to win a very famous knighthood and g
reat praise and renown, all of which, if I so accomplish my desires, shall be to thy great glory. I would fain come to thee another time in that wise instead of as I am at this present.”
At that the damsel said: “I know not what thou art or whence thou comest who should present thyself in such an extraordinary guise as thou art pleased to do, but, certes, thou must be of some very noble strain. Wherefore I do accept thee for my knight, and I believe that I shall some time have great glory through thee.”
Percival salutes the damsel of the golden pavilion.
Then Percival said: “Lady, my mother said to me that if I met a damosel I was to salute her with all civility. Now have I thy leave to salute thee?” And she said, “Thou hast my leave.” So Percival took her by the hand, and kissed her upon the lips (for that was the only manner in which he knew how to salute a woman) and, lo! her face grew all red like to fire. Thereupon Percival quitted that pavilion and mounted his horse and rode away. And it seemed to him that the world was assuredly a very beautiful and wonderful place for to live in.
Yet he knew not what the world was really like nor of what a sort it was nor how passing wide, else had he not been so certainly assured that he would win him credit therein, or that he could so easily find that young damsel again after he had thus parted from her.
That night Percival came to a part of the forest where were many huts of folk who made their living by gathering fagots. These people gave him harborage and shelter for the night, for they thought that he was some harmless madman who had wandered afar. And they told him many things he had never known before that time, so that it appeared to him that the world was still more wonderful than he had thought it to be at first.
So he abided there for the night, and when the next morning had come he arose and bathed himself and went his way; and, as he rode upon his poor starved horse, he brake his fast with the bread and cheese that his mother had put into his wallet, and he was very glad at heart and rejoiced exceedingly in the wonderfulness and the beauty of the world in which he found himself to be.
