how sir percivale came into a monastery, where he found king evelake, which was an old man.

then departed sir percivale from his aunt, either making great sorrow. and so he rode till evensong time. and then he heard a clock smite; and then he was ware of an house closed well with walls and deep ditches, and there he knocked at the gate and was let in, and he alighted and was led unto a chamber, and soon he was unarmed. and there he had right good cheer all that night; and on the morn he heard his mass, and in the monastery he found a priest ready at the altar. and on the right side he saw a pew closed with iron, and behind the altar he saw a rich bed and a fair, as of cloth of silk and gold.

then sir percivale espied that therein was a man or a woman, for the visage was covered; then he left off his looking and heard his service. and when it came to the sacring, he that lay within that parclos dressed him up, and uncovered his head; and then him beseemed a passing old man, and he had a crown of gold upon his head, and his shoulders were naked and unhilled unto his navel. and then sir percivale espied his body was full of great wounds, both on the shoulders, arms, and visage. and ever he held up his hands against our lord’s body, and cried: fair, sweet father, jesu christ, forget not me. and so he lay down, but always he was in his prayers and orisons; and him seemed to be of the age of three hundred winter. and when the mass was done the priest took our lord’s body and bare it to the sick king. and when he had used it he did off his crown, and commanded the crown to be set on the altar.

then sir percivale asked one of the brethren what he was. sir, said the good man, ye have heard much of joseph of aramathie, how he was sent by jesu christ into this land for to teach and preach the holy christian faith; and therefore he suffered many persecutions the which the enemies of christ did unto him, and in the city of sarras he converted a king whose name was evelake. and so this king came with joseph into this land, and ever he was busy to be thereas the sangreal was; and on a time he nighed it so nigh that our lord was displeased with him, but ever he followed it more and more, till god struck him almost blind. then this king cried mercy, and said: fair lord, let me never die till the good knight of my blood of the ninth degree be come, that i may see him openly that he shall enchieve the sangreal, that i may kiss him.