"Sir," saith the damsel, "My castle is in the midst of this forest,
that the Red Knight reft away from me long ago. I pray you now come
with me thither that I may be assured thereof in such sort as that I
may have it again wholly."
"Damsel," saith Perceval, "This have I no right to deny you."
They ride amidst the forest so long as that they come to the castle
where the damsel ought to be. It stood in the fairest place of all the
forest, and was enclosed of high Walls battlemented, and within were
fair-windowed halls. The tidings were come to the castle that their
lord was dead. Perceval and the damsel entered in. He made the damsel
be assured of them that were therein, and made them yield up her castle
that they well knew was hers of right inheritance. The damsel made the
head be buried that she had carried so long, and bade that every day
should mass be done within for the soul of him. When Perceval had
sojourned therein as long as pleased him, he departed thence. The
damsel thanked him much of the bounty he had done her as concerning the
castle that she had again by him, for never again should it be
reconquered of another, as well she knew.