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Perceval's receipt for destroying it: it is to deprive every rich Catholic of all the objects of secular ambition, to separate him from the Protestant, and to shut him up in his castle with priests and relics.
So they entered into the ship, and the two knights received them both with great joy. For they knew the damsel, that she was Sir Perceval's sister.
A stiff breeze may set in from the north, the Rochefort squadron will be taken, and the Minister will be the most holy of men: if it comes from some other point, Ireland is gone; we curse ourselves as a set of monastic madmen, and call out for the unavailing satisfaction of Mr. Perceval's head.
The romances in question are the Perlesvaus, the prose Lancelot, and the Chevalier a deux Espees. The respective protagonists being Perceval's sister, Sir Lancelot, and the young Queen of Garadigan, whose city has been taken by King Ris and who dares the venture to win her freedom.
So they entered into the ship, and the two knights received them both with great joy. For they knew the damsel, that she was Sir Perceval's sister.
Wellesley, who was strongly opposed to Perceval's policy of maintaining the catholic disabilities, resigned the secretaryship of foreign affairs, protesting against the feeble support given to his brother in the Peninsula, and was succeeded by Castlereagh.
Was it the Dutch translator or his source who substituted Agloval, Perceval's brother, for the tradition which made Perceval himself the father of the hero? M. Gaston Paris takes the former view; but I am inclined to think that the alteration was already in the French source.
Perceval departeth from the hermitage, and carrieth away the banner, according to his uncle's counsel, and the white mule followeth after. He goeth his way toward the land that was the land of King Fisherman, and findeth a hermit that was issued forth of his hermitage and was going at a great pace through the forest. He abideth so soon as he beholdeth the cross on Perceval's shield.
Chester, the colonel's wife, and Mrs. Perceval's hostess. "It can't be good for him to be always on the winning side." Hone was trotting quietly down the field, laughing all over his handsome, sunburnt face at the cheers that greeted him. He dismounted close to Mrs. Perceval, and was instantly seized by Duncombe and thumped upon the back with all the force of his friend's goodwill.
He turned with the words to his own pony and kissed the velvet nose that was rubbing against his arm. "And a shame it is to make him carry a lively five tons," he murmured in his caressing Irish brogue. For Hone was a giant as well as a hero and he carried his inches, as he bore his honours, like a man. Raising his head, he encountered Mrs. Perceval's direct look.
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