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For she hated war, and would rather have had her lord and her six tall sons about her in the home. And in her heart she resolved that she would plead with Evroc to let her have her little son Perceval to be a clerk or a learned bard, so that he should stay at home with her and run no risk of death. The sorrow she was ever dreading smote her at length.
'I know not what you say, replied Perceval, 'but my name is Perceval, son of Evroc, and I seek the wicked knight that doeth all this evil. 'Then thou art the White Knight, said the damsel, 'and now I pray that God aid thee, for my lady and all this poor land have need of thee. Come thou to my mistress, the lady of the Chaplet.
It befell upon a time when King Arthur was Pendragon, or overlord of the island of Britain, that Earl Evroc held an earldom of large dominion in the north under King Uriens. And the earl had seven sons, the last being but a child still at play about his mother's chair as she sat with her maidens in the bower.
For a messenger came one day, saying that Earl Evroc her lord had been slain at Bamborough, in a mighty melée between some of the best and most valiant knights of Logres and Alban, and two tall sons with him. As the years passed, and her little son began to run, three black days came within a little of each other, for on these days messengers came with the sad news of the death of her other boys.
Lord Evroc was a valiant and a mighty warrior, ever battling against the hated pagans, when their bands of blue-eyed fierce fighters landed on his coasts. And when peace was on the land, he went about on errantry, jousting in tournaments and fighting champions. His six elder sons did likewise, and all were famed for their knightly prowess. But the mother sat at home, sad of mood.
And now at sight of him their tongues were loosed, and they ran and kissed his feet, and cried together: 'The welcome of Heaven be unto thee, goodly Perceval, son of Earl Evroc! Chief of warriors art thou, and stainless flower of knighthood!
And she cried out: 'Thy mercy, good Perceval, son of Evroc, and the mercy of Heaven! 'How knowest thou, hag, said he, 'that I am Perceval? 'By the destiny spun by the powers of the Underworld, she said, 'and the foreknowledge that I should suffer harm from thee. And I knew not that thou wert here, or I and my sisters would have avoided thee.
'I am the only son left to my mother, replied the knight, 'and she is the widow of Earl Evroc of the Wolds. 'Ah, said the king, and frowned, 'was he one of those turbulent lords of the north that now slay and war as if they were kin to the pagans, and threaten to bring ruin into my kingdom? 'Nay, lord, said the young knight, 'my father hath been dead these twenty years.
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