"Damsel," saith he to his sister, "Weep not, for your wedding hath
failed. You may know it well by this token!"
He throweth the head of Aristor before her on the ground, then saith
unto her: "Behold here the head of him that was to take you!"
The damsel heareth Perceval her brother that was armed, and thereby she
knoweth him again. She leapeth up and maketh him the greatest joy that
ever damsel made to knight. She knoweth not what to do. So joyful is
she, that all have pity on her that see her of her weeping for the joy
that she maketh of her brother. The story saith that they sojourned
therewithin and that the vavasour showed them much honour. The damsel
made cast the knight's head into a river that ran round about the hold.
The vavasour was right glad of his death for the great felony that he
had in him, and for that needs must the damsel die in less than a year
and she had espoused him.