to the King and Messire Gawain. She goeth her way and carrieth off the and smiteth off his head. Lancelot that this is the last present I look ever to make them, for I "Sir," saith he, "I have carried out your message right well, for never forth of the castle he met the knight by whom he had sent the cup to his grudge against his wife. She eateth at his table, and the and bursteth his habergeon and then thrusteth his spear into his body that he had slain Brundans. Perceval lay there that night, and their well-wisher, nor may I never withdraw me of my love, and I would hands of the knight, and saith that she shall praise him much thereof fain I might make them the same present of the heads of all their horse, in such sort that he breaketh both legs in the fall. departed on the morrow after that he had heard mass. When he came The damsel giveth him thanks for that he hath delivered her from the "Damsel," saith he, "Take it, I present it to you. And, sith that you Then he alighteth over him, lowereth his coif, unlaceth the ventail, may run, and smiteth him so passing sore that he pierceth his shield head, and Perceval biddeth her to God. He returned back to Castle it thither and so salute him first for me, and tell Messire Gawain and think never to see them more. Howbeit, wheresoever I may be, I shall be enemies, but that I may do nought against God's will." the Sick Knight's wife. Perceval asketh how it is with him. household do her commandment." was a thing received with such good will. The Sick Knight hath forgone with such force that he overthroweth him all in a heap, him and his Perilous, and the damsel made great joy thereof when she understood are going to King Arthur's court, I pray and beseech you that you carry