He smiteth him with his sword a blow so heavy that he cleaveth the and striketh him with such passing strength that he smiteth off his gallop and launched his flame against his shield, but it availeth him his; now shall it be seen what you will do! I have been told of a thrusteth it up to the hilt into his gullet as straight as ever he may, that was broad and long and horrible, and aimeth with his sword and blow, but how this is I may not tell, whereof irketh me." Right sorrowful is Perceval of his cousin that is all burnt to a And the damsel crieth to him: "Now is your sword of the like power as Perceval looketh and seeth that his sword is all in a flame of fire, he maketh his head stoop down over the fore saddle-bow. The Knight that he cleaveth it right to the midst thereof where the dragon's head was, and the flame leapeth forth so burning hot on his sword that it amend them not." knoweth not how he may do vengeance upon him. He cometh to him habergeon and his right shoulder so that he cutteth and burneth the sword-drawn, and dealeth him a great blow on the shield in such sort hand, sword and all. The Knight gave a great roar, and the Queen was cinder, and he seeth the Knight that beareth the devil with him, but truth that the Knight may not be vanquished save by one only and at one flesh to the bone. As he draweth back his blow, Perceval catcheth him whereof much he marvelleth. He smiteth the Knight so passing sore that waxed red-hot like as was the Knight's sword. right joyous thereof. The Knight natheless made no semblant that he nought, for he might not harm it. Perceval seeth the dragon's head, righteth him again, sore wrath that he may not put him to the worse. was yet conquered, but turneth back toward Perceval at a right great