When Chaos the Red felt himself wounded, he was sore grieved thereof,
and cometh toward Perceval and striketh him a great buffet above in the
midst of his helmet, so that he made the sparks fly and his neck stoop
and his eyes sparkle of stars. And the blow slippeth down on to the
shield, so that it is cleft right down to the boss. Perceval felt his
neck stiff and heavy, and feeleth that the knight is sturdy and of
great might. He cometh back towards him, and thinketh to strike him
above in the midst of his head, but Chaos swerved aside from him;
howbeit Perceval reached him and caught his right arm and cutteth it
sheer from his side, sword and all, and sendeth it flying to the
ground, and Chaos runneth upon him, thinking to grapple him with his
left arm, but his force was waning; nathless right gladly would he have
avenged himself and he might. Howbeit, Perceval setteth on him again
that loved him not in his heart, and smiteth him again above on the
head, and dealeth him such a buffet as maketh his brains be all
to-scattered abroad. His household and servants were at the windows of
the hall. When they see that their lord is nigh to the death, they cry
to Perceval: "Sir, you have slain the hardiest knight in the kingdom of
Logres, and him that was most redoubted of his enemies; but we can do
no otherwise; we know well that this castle is your mother's and ought
to be yours. We challenge it not; wherefore may you do your will of
whatsoever there is in the castle; but allow us to go to our lord that
there lieth dead, and take away the body and set it in some seemly
place for the sake of his good knighthood, and for that it behoveth us
so to do."
"Readily do I grant it you," saith Perceval.
They bear the body to a chapel, then they disarm him and wind him in
his shroud. After that they lead Perceval into the hall and disarm him
and say to him: "Sir, you may be well assured that there be none but us
twain herewithin and two damsels, and the doors are barred, and behold,
here are the keys which we deliver up to you."
"And I command you," saith Perceval, "that you go straightway to my
mother, and tell her that she shall see me betimes and I may get done,
and so salute her and tell her I am sound and whole. And what is the
name of this castle?"
"Sir, it hath for name the Key of Wales, for it is the gateway of the
land."