III.

Aristor, that was full hardy, set himself again betwixt the bows of the

saddle in great wrath when he seeth Perceval, and cometh towards him

like as if he were wood mad, sword in hand, and dealeth him such a

buffet on the helm as that it is all dinted in thereby. The Knight

Hardy draweth back when he seeth Perceval, for he is wounded to the

death through the body. He had held the stout so long time that he

could abide no more. But or ever he departed, he had wounded Aristor

in two places right grievously. Perceval felt the blow that was heavy,

and that his helmet was dinted in. He cometh back to Aristor and

smiteth him so passing strongly that he thrusteth the spear right

through his body and overthroweth him and his horse all of a heap.

Then he alighteth over him and taketh off the coif of his habergeon and

unlaceth his ventail.

"What have you in mind to do?" said Aristor.

"I will cut off your head," said Perceval, "and present it to my sister

whom you have failed."

"Do not so!" saith Aristor, "But let me live, and I will forgo my

hatred."

"Your hatred might I well abide henceforward, meseemeth," saith

Perceval, "But one may not abide you any longer, for well have you

deserved this, and God willeth not to bear with you."

He smiteth off his head incontinent and hangeth it at his saddle-bow,

and cometh to the Knight Hardy, and asketh him how it is with him.

"Sir," saith he, "I am very nigh my death, but I comfort me much of

this that I see you tofore I die."

Perceval is remounted on his horse, then taketh his spear and leaveth

the body of the knight in the midst of the launde, and so departeth

forthwith and leadeth the Knight Hardy to a hermitage that was hard by

there, and lifteth him down of his horse as speedily as he may. After

that, he disarmed him and made him confess to the hermit, and when he

was shriven of his sins and repentant, and his soul had departed, he

made him be enshrouded of the damsel that followed him, and bestowed

his arms and his horse on the hermit for his soul, and the horse of

Aristor likewise.

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