"Sir Knight," saith Gohaz, "Take heed what you do, for I am King of
this land."
"Therefore," saith Perceval, "I do it. For, had it been another I
should do it not."
"Ha, Sir," saith the damsel, "Leave me not here to get forth as I may,
but help me until that I shall be in the house of my father, the Sick
Knight, that is sore grieved on my account."
Perceval understandeth that it is the damsel of whom Galobruns spake
such praise. He goeth to bring her down from the tree, then bringeth
her into the ship, and so goeth back toward the rock where his cousin
was.
"Sir Knight," saith Gohaz, "Where will you put me?"
"I will put you," saith he, "as an enemy, there, where you have put the
son of mine uncle in prison; so shall I avenge me of you, and he also
at his will."
When the King heard this, he was glad thereof not a whit, and the
damsel was loath not a whit, whom he had thus disherited. They row
until they come to the rock. Perceval issueth forth of the ship, and
bringeth Gohaz up maugre his head. Galobruns seeth him coming and
maketh great joy thereof, and Perceval saith to him: "Behold here your
mortal enemy! Now do your will of him!"
He taketh the key and so looseth him of the irons wherein he was
imprisoned.