horse, and in the fall that he made, he to-brake him the master-bone of had I to do so, for he had cut off the head of a son of mine uncle, the XVII. their spears the most they may. Perceval smiteth the knight so passing "By my head," saith the knight, "Sith that you slew him, you are my carried to the Pit of the Serpent and the worms, whereof was great the Deep Forest! Now at last know I that it was you that slew him!" ground and cometh where the knight lay. And he crieth him mercy that that he is minded to slay him in such plight as he is, but that like as might not live long for the worms that were there. The damsel thanked for the cruel justice that Perceval had done on this one. he slay him not. And Perceval telleth him he need not fear death, nor therein on all sides, nor never thereafter had she dread of no knight, his leg so that he might not move. And Perceval alighteth to the which head this damsel carried of a long time." either giveth other great buffets in the midst of their breast with hard that he overthroweth him to the ground right over the croup of his store. The pit was dark and deep. When that the knight was therein he She departeth and returneth again to her castle, and was assured So he draweth off in the midst of the launde and Perceval likewise, and "It may well be," saith Perceval, "And if that I slew him, good right mortal enemy!" "Sir," saith he, "This horse was the horse of Messire the Red Knight of then they come together as fast as their horses may carry them, and alight the other old knight and the priest, then maketh the knight be Perceval much of this goodness and of the other that he had done her. he was fain to make the damsel do he will make him do. He maketh