and he durst. But Perceval crieth to him: "Knight, do your endeavour that it went nigh to stun him altogether. Howbeit the Coward Knight Coward looketh on the one side and the other, and would fain have fled own blood. his ventail and smiteth down his coif, then striketh off his head and "By my head," said Perceval, "Right dearly love I this present! Now damsels!" And the robber-knight dealeth him a great buffet of his sword so as right sore hard of his spurs, and catcheth the knight with his sword right in the midst of his breast with a sweep so strong that he beareth over his body and giveth him so many buffets that the knight seeth his "Sir," saith he, "I will not, but never should I have believed that one become so, and so should I have had worship and honour thereof, for He draweth his sword, that was sharp and strong, and smiteth his horse him to the ground beside his horse. He alighteth over him, unlaceth "By my head," saith he, "You have wounded me, but you shall pay that he hath set too craven a knight in his place, and now at last knoweth well that he spake truth. The robber-knight smiteth him all presenteth it to Perceval. could become hardy so speedily, or otherwise long ago would I have moveth not. Perceval looketh at him in wonderment and thinketh him to save my honour and your own life and the honour of these two have been. For it is too sore shame to a knight!" many a knight hath held me in contempt herein, that elsewise would have take heed that you never again fall back into the cowardize wherein you "Sir," saith he, "Here give I you of my first joust." therefor, for I supposed not that you were minded to slay me!"