Perceval cometh to where the white mule was, and she was starred on the
forehead with a red cross. He mounteth thereupon, and taketh the
banner and holdeth his sword drawn. So soon as the white lion seeth
him coming, he unchaineth himself and runneth incontinent to the bridge
that was lifted, right amidst the knights, and lowereth it forthwith.
The King of Castle Mortal was on the battlements of the greater
fortress of the castle, and crieth to the knights that warded the
bridge, "Lords," saith he, "You are the most chosen knights of my land
and the hardiest, but no hardiment is it to lift the bridges on account
of a single knight whom you durst not abide body to body, whereof
meseemeth it great cowardize and not hardiment. But the lion is
hardier than you all, that of his hardiment hath lowered the bridge.
Wherefore now know I well that had I set him to ward the first bridge,
he would have warded it better than these that have allowed themselves
to be slain."