– For Alan and Barbara Tepa Lupack, with thanks

‘Comforte thyselff,’ seyde the kynge, ‘and do as well as thou mayste, for in me ys no truste for to truste in. For I [wyll] into the vale of Avylyon to hele me of my grevous wounde. And if thou here nevermore of me, pray for my soule!’ … Thus of Arthur I fynde no more wrytten in bokis that bene auctorysed, nothir more of the verry sertaynté of hys dethe harde I never rede, but thus was he lad away in a shyp wherein were three quenys. … [Y]et som men say in many p[art]ys of Inglonde that kynge Arthure ys nat dede, but h[ad] by the wyll of oure Lorde Jesu into another place; and men say that he shall com agayne, and he shall wynne the Holy Crosse. Yet I woll nat say that hit shall be so, but rather I wolde sey: here in thys worlde he chaunged hys lyff. And many men say that there ys wrytten upon the tumbe thys [vers]: Hic iacet Arthurus, Rex quondam Rexque futurus.