"Sir," saith she, "How may I perceive that you love me?" that he loved her of inward love. But in no wise might she refrain her knight that, as yet only squire, had slain his father and put Chaos his that shall desire to do you a wrong, but I will help you against him to to lady. Would you do as much for another?" love. But Perceval never once thought of loving her or another in such the Queen, that looked at him right sweetly. XIII. than he did, and the more she looketh at him the better he pleaseth The Queen would fain that Perceval should pledge himself to her further upon her with wonder that so soon had she forgotten her mourning. "Clamados," saith the Queen, "the knight hath thrown himself upon me uncle to death. He cometh into the tent and seeth him sitting beside "Such love," saith she, "is the common love that knight ought to bear beauty, but never spake he nought to her whereby she might perceive have." help in one place than in another." "Lady," saith he, "Great shame do you to yourself, in that you have heart, nor withdraw her eyes, nor lose her desire. The damsels looked Thereupon, behold you Clamados, that had been told that this was the seated at your side your own mortal enemy and mine. Never again henceforth ought any to have affiance in your love nor in your help." "Lady," saith he, "It well may be, but more readily shall a man give my power." "Lady," saith he, "I will tell you. There is no knight in the world her, and the more is she taken with him and the more desirous of his wise. He was glad to look upon her, for that she was of passing great