and my limbs whole. For on a knight that hath neither hardihood nor neck a white shield with a cross of gold. He carried his lance low, toward the knight a great gallop. Then he crieth: "Sir Knight, cover Therewithal, he looketh before him, and seeth the knight issue from the forest and enter into the launde. The knight was armed and had at his run upon him. Grant now that he slay me not, nor I him!" good knight than of a bad." whether there be any force or valour or knighthood in me. For I know I am not such as I have been aforetime, and better may one learn of a you do I defy on this side slaying, and our Lord God grant that I find in rest and smiteth his horse with his spurs, right joyous, and goeth mettle to defend his body against mine own, for great desire have I to reasonably prove his mettle, for many a time have I heard say that one With that he smiteth the knight upon his shield with such a sweep that valour in himself, may not another knight that hath more force in him the boss, and passeth beyond full speed. And the knight marvelleth much, and maketh demand, saying, "Fair Sir, what misdeed have I done Perceval seeth him, he steadieth him in his stirrups and setteth spear and sate upon a great destrier and rode at a swift pace. As soon as you so good knight as shall try what hardihood of heart I may have, for he maketh him lose one of his stirrups and pierceth his shield above you?" knight that cometh there, that he may have strength and hardihood and is better than other. And for this pray I to the Saviour and this be a II. not now what strength I may have, nor even whether my heart be sound you of your shield to guard you as I do of mine to defend my body, for