And
Peredur dismounted, and entered the tent. And the maiden was glad at his
coming, and bade him welcome. At the entrance of the tent he saw food,
and two flasks full of wine, and two loaves of fine wheaten flour, and
collops of the flesh of the wild boar. "My mother told me," said
Peredur, "wheresoever I saw meat and drink, to take it." "Take the meat
and welcome, chieftain," said she. So Peredur took half of the meat and
of the liquor himself, and left the rest to the maiden. And when Peredur
had finished eating, he bent upon his knee before the maiden. "My
mother," said he, "told me, wheresoever I saw a fair jewel, to take it."
"Do so, my soul," said she. So Peredur took the ring. And he mounted
his horse, and proceeded on his journey.

After this, behold the knight came, to whom the tent belonged; and he was
the Lord of the Glade. And he saw the track of the horse, and he said to
the maiden, "Tell me who has been here since I departed." "A man," said
she, "of wonderful demeanour." And she described to him what Peredur's
appearance and conduct had been. "Tell me," said he, "did he offer thee
any wrong?" "No," answered the maiden, "by my faith, he harmed me not."
"By my faith, I do not believe thee; and until I can meet with him, and
revenge the insult he has done me, and wreak my vengeance upon him, thou
shalt not remain two nights in the same house." And the knight arose,
and set forth to seek Peredur.

Meanwhile Peredur journeyed on towards Arthur's Court. And before he
reached it, another knight had been there, who gave a ring of thick gold
at the door of the gate for holding his horse, and went into the Hall
where Arthur and his household, and Gwenhwyvar and her maidens, were
assembled. And the page of the chamber was serving Gwenhwyvar with a
golden goblet. Then the knight dashed the liquor that was therein upon
her face, and upon her stomacher, and gave her a violent blow on the
face, and said, "If any have the boldness to dispute this goblet with me,
and to avenge the insult to Gwenhwyvar, let him follow me to the meadow,
and there I will await him." So the knight took his horse, and rode to
the meadow. And all the household hung down their heads, lest any of
them should be requested to go and avenge the insult to Gwenhwyvar. For
it seemed to them, that no one would have ventured on so daring an
outrage, unless he possessed such powers, through magic or charms, that
none could be able