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you are so coward, wherefore are you armed thus?" so that the blood ran down their faces. "Are you so coward as you say?" saith Perceval. beseemeth no knight." "By my head," saith Perceval, "Then will you die therefor, betimes!" "Yea," saith he, "And much more." and adroit and all armed upon his horse, so he saith to him, "Sith that Perceval cometh towards them, he and the knight he driveth before him VI. all dishevelled, and smiteth them from time to time with a great rod, "Sir," saith he, "They have disherited me of mine own hold in this knight. I am fain that your name be changed speedily, for such name me, for sore pity is it that cowardize should harbour in so comely a "By my head," saith he, "I will make you hardy. Come now along with He maketh him go before him, will he or nill he; and the knight goeth when he heard in the forest off the way, two damsels that bewailed them "Ha, Sir Knight," saith Perceval, "What ask you of these two damsels accordingly with right sore grudging. They had scarce ridden away, Perceval looketh on him and seeth him tall and comely and well-shapen "Sir," saith he, "Against the evil intent of any knight of whom I am V. slay me! No will have I to change neither my courage nor my name!" "Ha, Sir, for God's sake, mercy! Now know I well that you desire to that you entreat so churlishly?" adread, for such an one might haply meet me as would slay me forthwith." perforce, and seeth a tall knight all armed that leadeth the damsels right sore, and prayed our Lord God send them succour betimes.

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