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Monsalvat: the Parsifal home page | Sources | Wolfram | Chrétien | Celtic
stories | Visit to the Grail Castle
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directions from a man who was fishing from small boat on the river, Perceval, seeking lodgings, arrived at a splendid castle. He was greeted by squires, who attended to his horse and escorted Perceval into the hall, where he found, sitting on a bed, a
handsome nobleman with greying hair, who presented Perceval
with a fine sword.
While they were talking of one thing and another, a boy came from a chamber clutching a white lance by the middle of the shaft, and passed between the fire and the two who were sitting on the bed. Everyone in the hall saw the white lance with its white head; and a drop of blood issued from the lance's head, and right down to the boy's hand this red drop ran.
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But he held his tongue more than he should have done, for as each dish was served he saw the Grail pass before him, right before his eyes, and he did not know who was served from it and he longed to know. After the meal, Perceval's host wished him good night and four squires carried him out on his bed. The lad was shown to a bed for the night. When he awoke the next morning, the castle appeared to be deserted.
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