The knight reviled her from time to time, and said that he would make
cut of her head and he had not that he desired to have, for that he was
sick. Perceval looked at the lady that held him and served him full
sweetly, and deemed her to be a good lady and a loyal. The Sick Knight
called to Perceval.
"Sir," saith he, "Are you come in hither to harbour?"
"Sir," saith Perceval, "So please you, I will harbour here."
"Then blame me not," saith the knight, "of that you shall see me do
unto my wife."
"Sir," saith Perceval, "Sith that she is yours, you have a right to do
your pleasure, but in all things ought one to be heedful on one's way."
The knight made him be carried back into the dwelling, for that he had
been in the air as long as pleased him, and commanded his wife that she
do much honour to the knight that is come to lodge within.
"But take heed," saith he, "that you be not seen at the table, but eat,
as you are wont, at the squire's table, for, until such time as I have
the golden cup I desire, I will not forego my despite against you."