Posted in Posted by Sir Walter Scott
The knights left in the next few days, Galahad leaving immediately. They went mostly in twos and threes, but some alone and others in larger groups. Agravain and Mordred set out together. “In which direction should we go?” Mordred asked when they were about to leave Camelot two days after Pentecost. “Not east,” replied Agravain, “because before we go half a days journey we will reach the sea. Not north, because we know it all so well since it is our home. And not west, because so many have already gone that way(including Galahad, Lancelot, Bors, and Percival) and they are sure to accomplish anything that there is to be accomplished that way before we ever get there. Thus we are left with the south.”
So they set out south from Camelot. For many days they met nothing and no-one, except for a pair of knights on the first day. After about three weeks of travelling thus, they joined up with their brother, Sir Gaheris. They rode together through Kent, passing through the villages of the Saxons and through great forest of the Weald. As they were riding along an arrow flew from the trees and broke upon Agravain’s armor. Instantly a band of straw-headed Saxons were upon them and the three knights had to fight for their lives. They beat off the attack of the Saxon robbers, but Sir Gaheris was injured and had to be left at the next village inn. Agravain and Mordred went on for weeks more without adventure until one day they came upon a dying knight lying at the side of the road. Agravain leapt from his steed and bent down over the knight. He exclaimed in surprise as he recognized his friend, Sir Lanceor, as the gored and beaten knight. The dying knight opened his eyes as he heard Sir Agravain and said in a weak voice, “It was a…. giant. A great hulking beast with a massive club and spear. Go avenge me, Agravain,…kill it.” With that his eyes drooped closed and he was dead. Agravain and Mordred rode onward and saw the wreckage of burnt villages and dead men and women lying everywhere. Then as they rode through a small woods that stood between two of the destroyed villages they heard a loud crashing through the brush and the giant was upon them. It was ten feet tall and half as wide. In one hand was a giant oaken club and in the other a thick boar spear. It lunged at the two knights, swinging its weapons wildly about and roaring like a beast. The first blow of its club descended upon the head of Agravain’s mount, crumpling it to the ground in one strike and sending Agravain flying to the ground. Mordred instantly spurred forward his horse with couched lance. There was a crack as the lance broke on the hide of the giant. It turned towards Mordred with its spear ready to cast through his body. Mordred stood up high in his saddle with sword in both hand and struck upwards into the giants face with all his strength. The giant groaned as the sword found its way into its eye. It staggered backwards throwing Mordred to the ground on his hands and knees. It gasped a moment, shook, and fell over backwards in a heap. Mordred sprang up and retrieved his sword and went to help Agravain up from where he had been thrown down. Agravain wasn’t much hurt and they walked on for two more days, Mordred leading his horse. As they were about to enter another wood after leaving the first unburned village they had come to, a bolt of light shot up in front of them in the road blocking their path. Mordred tried to push his way past, but was flung back into his horse behind him. From the light came a voice that said, “Go back sir knights! You have accomplished all that is allowed for you in this quest. The Grail shall be accomplished by others. You have been kept from it by reasons best known to you and God!” The light disappeared. Mordred was impatient to continue in spite of the voice, but as often happened Agravain convinced him not to go against the command. So they returned to Camelot to find that they were not alone in being sent back, for the met all three of their brothers: Gawain, Gaheris, and Gareth as well as Lancelot’s brother Sir Ector and many others.
