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III. "Sir," saith the damsel, "So outrageous a knight is he that no knight knight, and so, methinketh, will he be of me, for me he hateth as much "Sir, the Knight of the Deep Forest that leadeth the lion, foully in "Most disloyal was this knight, and foully was he fain to avenge him it grieveth me likewise of mine uncle King Hermit, whom I would avenge more willingly than all the men in the world, for he was slain on my of me and of none other. Right glad shall I be and I may find the "And who slew him, damsel?" saith Perceval. BRANCH XXXII. whensoever he may!" the lion, is towards the castle of Aristor, and, or ever you come by as I do him, as I have been told, and Lord God grant, howsoever he may is there in the world so good but he thinketh himself of more worth once, were he in place and free." treason there where he thought him safe. For had he been armed in like adventure into the forest, you may well hear some tidings of him!" than he, and sith that he hateth you with a will, and he knew that you "Damsel," saith Perceval, "God give him mischief of his coming, come would have been one of the best knights in the world." when he slew a holy man, a hermit that never wished him ill on account take it, that I may find him betimes." were here, you and another, or you the third, he would come now at account." manner as was the other, he would not have slain him." "Sir," saith she, "The Deep Forest there, where the Red Knight leadeth "Damsel," said Perceval, "This grieveth me that he hath slain him, and