Perceval hath heard his mother, but right little hath he answered her,
albeit greatly is he pleased with whatsoever she hath said. His face is
to-flushed of hardiment, and courage hath taken hold on him. His
mother looketh at him right fainly, and hath him disarmed and
apparelled in a right rich robe. So comely a knight was he that in all
the world might not be found one of better seeming nor better shapen of
body. The Lord of the Moors, that made full certain of having his
mother's castle, knew of Perceval's coming. He was not at all dismayed
in semblant, nor would he stint to ride by fell nor forest, and every
day he weened in his pride that the castle should be his own at the
hour and the term he had set thereof. One of the five knights of the
Widow Lady was one day gone into the Lonely Forest after hart and hind,
and had taken thereof at his will. He was returning back to the castle
and the huntsmen with him, when the Lord of the Moors met him and told
him he had done great hardiment in shooting with the bow in the forest,
and the knight made answer that the forest was not his of right, but
the Lady's of Camelot and her son's that had repaired thither.