But at the end of the chapel was a church-yard in which were threescore tombs, over which it seemed no tempest had passed. And in these lay all the maidens who had shed their blood and died martyrs for the sick lady's sake. On these were their names and lineage, and all were of royal blood, and twelve of them kings' daughters.
The knights turned away, marvelling much at what they had seen and heard.
"Here we must part," said Galahad. "Let us pray that we may soon meet again."
Then they kissed each other, and wept at the parting, and each rode his own way into the forest before them.
But we must now leave them and return to Lancelot, whom we left sorely repentant of his sins. After he departed from the hermitage he rode through many lands and had divers adventures, and in the end came to the sea-shore, beside which he lay down and slept.
In his slumber, words came to his ear, saying, "Lancelot, rise and take thine armor, and enter into the first ship that thou shalt find." On hearing these words he started up, and saw that all about him was strangely clear, the skies giving out a light like that of midday. Then he blessed himself, and took his arms, and advanced to the strand, where he saw a ship without sails or oars. This he entered, as he had been bidden, and when he was within it his heart was filled with such joy as he had never before known.
Naught had he ever thought of or desired but what seemed come to him now, and in his gladness he returned thanks fervently to the Lord.
"I know not what has happened to me," he said, "but such joy as I feel I never dreamed the human heart could hold."
Then he lay down and slept on the ship's deck, and when he woke the night had passed and it was broad day.
And in the ship he found a bed, whereon lay a dead lady, with a letter in her right hand which Lancelot read. From this he learned that the fair corpse was that of Percivale's sister, together with many of the strange things that had happened to her and the chosen knights.