to you,
nor the sacred hallows that the good King hath in his keeping. For God
loveth not you so much as He doth him, and so long as you war upon him,
you do I defy and hold you as mine enemy."

The King wotteth well that his nephew holdeth him not over dear, and
that he is eager to do him a hurt, and that he holdeth his sword in his
fist and that he is well roofed-in of his helmet, and that he is raging
like a lion. He misdoubteth him sore of his strength and his great
hardiment. He hath well proven and essayed that he is the Best Knight
of the world. He durst no longer abide his blows, but rather he
turneth him full speed toward his galley, and leapeth thereinto
forthwith. He pusheth out from the shore incontinent, and Perceval
followeth him right to the beach, full heavy that he hath gotten him
away. Then he crieth after him: "Evil King, tell me not that I am of
your kindred! Never yet did knight of my mother's lineage flee from
other knight, save you alone! Now have I conquered this island, and
never on no day hereafter be you so over-hardy as be seen therein
again!"

The King goeth his way as he that hath no mind to return, and Perceval
cometh back again in his galley to the Queen's castle, and all they of
the palace come forth to meet him with great joy. The Queen asketh him
how it is with him and whether he is wounded?

"Lady," saith he, "Not at all, thank God."

She maketh disarm him, and honoureth him at her pleasure, and
commandeth that all be obedient to him, and do his commandment so long
as he shall please to be there. Now feel they safer in the castle for
that the king hath so meanly departed thence, and it well seemeth them
that never will he dare come back for dread of his nephew more than of
any other, whereof make they much joy in common.

BRANCH XII.

TITLE I.

Now is the story silent about Perceval, and saith that King Arthur is
at Pannenoisance in Wales with great plenty of knights. Lancelot and
Messire Gawain are repaired thither, whereof all the folk make great
joy. The King asketh of Messire Gawain and Lancelot whether they have
seen Lohot his son in none of these islands nor in none of these
forests, and they answer him that they have seen him nowhere.

"I marvel much," saith the King, "what hath become of him, for no
tidings have I heard of him beyond these, that Kay the Seneschal slew
Logrin the giant, whose head he brought me, whereof I made great joy,
and right will