Perceval beholdeth the fortress of the castle, and the entrance that
was so perilous, whereof he marvelleth much. He passeth a bridge that
was within the entry, and cometh nigh them that guard the gate. A
Voice began to cry aloud above the gate that he might go forward
safely, and that he need have no care for the men of copper that
guarded the gate nor be affrighted of their blows, for no power had
they to harm such a knight as was he. He comforteth himself much of
that the Voice saith to him. He cometh anigh the serjeants of copper,
and they cease to strike at once, and hold their iron mallets quite
still. And he entereth into the castle, where he findeth within great
plenty of folk that all were misbelievers and of feeble belief. He
seeth the bull of copper in the midst of the castle right big and
horrible, that was surrounded on all sides by folk that all did worship
thereunto together round about.