"Most disloyal was this knight, and foully was he fain to avenge him
when he slew a holy man, a hermit that never wished him ill on account
of me and of none other. Right glad shall I be and I may find the
knight, and so, methinketh, will he be of me, for me he hateth as much
as I do him, as I have been told, and Lord God grant, howsoever he may
take it, that I may find him betimes."
"Sir," saith the damsel, "So outrageous a knight is he that no knight
is there in the world so good but he thinketh himself of more worth
than he, and sith that he hateth you with a will, and he knew that you
were here, you and another, or you the third, he would come now at
once, were he in place and free."
"Damsel," saith Perceval, "God give him mischief of his coming, come
whensoever he may!"
"Sir," saith she, "The Deep Forest there, where the Red Knight leadeth
the lion, is towards the castle of Aristor, and, or ever you come by
adventure into the forest, you may well hear some tidings of him!"