ought Sir Bors and many others to
seek Sir Launcelot throughout all England, Wales, and Scotland. So
these noble knights by one assent rode forth by twos and threes; and
ever they assigned where they should meet.

Sir Aglovale and Sir Percivale rode together unto their mother that was
a queen in those days. And when she saw her two sons, for joy she wept
tenderly and said, "Ah my dear sons, when your father was slain he left
me five sons, of the which now be three slain; my heart shall never be
glad more." Then she kneeled down tofore Aglovale and Percivale, and
besought them to abide at home with her.

"Ah, sweet mother," said Sir Percivale, "we may not, for we be come of
king's blood on both sides, and therefore, mother, it is our kind to
follow arms and noble deeds."

Then there was but weeping and sobbing when they should depart, and
after they were gone, she sent a squire after them with spending
enough. When the squire had overtaken them, they would not suffer him
to ride with them, but sent him home again to comfort their mother,
praying her meekly for her blessing.

So this squire was benighted as he rode homeward, and by misfortune
happened to come into the castle of a baron whose brother (a false
knight and betrayer of ladies and of good knights) Sir Aglovale had
slain. When this baron knew from the squire that he served a good
knight called Sir Aglovale, he commanded his men to have him away
without mercy.

On the morn came Sir Aglovale and Sir Percivale riding by a churchyard
where men and women were busy in burying this same dead squire. When
the brothers heard from a good man of the company how the baron had
shamefully slain the squire that night, they alighted both, left their
horses with their men, and went on foot to the castle. All so soon as
they were within the castle gate Sir Aglovale bade the porter "Go thou
unto thy lord and tell him that I am Sir Aglovale, for whom the squire
was slain this night."

Anon the lord of the castle, whose name was Goodewin, came armed into
the court, and he and Sir Aglovale lashed together as eagerly as it had
been two lions. Sir Percivale fought with all the remnant that would
fight, and within a while had slain all that would withstand him, for
he dealt so his strokes that there durst no man abide him. Within a
while Sir Aglovale had Sir Goodewin also at the earth, and so the two
brethren departed and took their horses. Then they let carry the dead