Perceval goeth toward the great Deep Forest without tarrying, and the
damsel after. But, or ever he came thither, he met a knight that was
wounded right sore, both he and his horse.
"Ha, Sir," saith he to Perceval, "Enter not into this forest, whence I
have scarce escaped with much pains. For therein is a knight that had
much trouble of rescuing me from his lion; and no less am I in dread to
pass on forward, for there is a knight that is called Aristor, that
without occasion runneth upon the knights that pass through the forest."
"Of him," saith the damsel, "need you have no fear, for you may see his
head hanging at the knight's saddle-bow."