"Fair son," saith she, "I should have better loved peace after another sort, and so it might be." thereof." Perceval smiteth his horse of his spurs and cometh to the first in such in like manner as was your own." on the morrow hath mass sung and burieth him. Perceval made arm two of the great dark forest. He rode until he came before a castle, and met Moors that the son of the Widow Lady hath slain one of his knights and "If we may deliver him up to our lord, good guerdon shal we have "Lady," saith he, "Thus is it now. One ought to make war against the have fled, but Perceval preventeth them, and they gave themselves up prisoners for fear of death. He bringeth all four to the castle of were. They answer, the Lord's of the Moors, and that he goeth seek the son of the Widow Lady that is in the forest. warrior, and be at peace with the peaceable." the old knights with him, then issued forth of the castle and entered The Dame maketh shroud the knight, for whom she is full sorrowful, and slain, and the fifth also remaineth lying on the piece of ground shent XXIX. they wounded them in the body right sore. The other two would fain sort that he passeth his spear right through his body and beareth him to the ground dead. The other two knights each smote his man so that five knights that issued forth all armed. He asked whose men they "Lady," saith he, "see here the quittance for your knight that was Camelot and presenteth them to his lady mother. "By my faith," saith Perceval, "You have not far to seek. I am here!" The knights are put in prison. The tidings are come to the Lord of the