When Perceval heard these tidings, he departed from the squires, and so
soon as they were out of sight he goeth as great pace thither as they
had come thence. He had ridden half a league Welsh when he heard the
buffets they were dealing one another on the helm with their swords,
and right well pleased was he for that the Knight Hardy held so long
time melly with Aristor in whom is there so much cruelty and felony.
But Perceval knew not to what mischief the Knight Hardy had been
wounded through the body of a spear, so that the blood rayed out on all
sides; and Aristor had not remained whole, for he was wounded in two
places. So soon as Perceval espied them, he smiteth his horse of his
spurs, lance in rest, and smiteth Aristor right through the breast with
such force that he maketh him lose his stirrups and lie down backwards
over the hinder bow of the saddle. After that saith he: "I am come to
my sister's wedding, of right ought it not to be made without me."