When mass had been sung for the knight that was dead, and the body
buried, Perceval departed.
"Sir," saith the damsel that followed him, "Even now have you much to
do. Of this cruel knight and felonous you have avenged this country.
Now, God grant you find betimes the Red Knight that slew your uncle's
son. I doubt not but that you will conquer him, but great misgiving
have I of the lion, for it is the cruellest beast that saw I ever, and
he so loveth his lord and his horse as never no beast loved another so
much, and he helpeth his lord right hardily to defend him."