And so Sir Percivale rode till it was after noon, and then he came upon
a bridge of stone, and there he found a knight that was bound with a
chain fast about the waist unto a pillar of stone. O fair knight, said
that bound knight, I require thee loose me of my bonds. What knight are
ye, said Sir Percivale, and for what cause are ye so bound? Sir, I
shall tell you, said that knight: I am a knight of the Table Round, and
my name is Sir Persides; and thus by adventure I came this way, and
here I lodged in this castle at the bridge foot, and therein dwelleth
an uncourteous lady; and because she proffered me to be her paramour,
and I refused her, she set her men upon me suddenly or ever I might
come to my weapon; and thus they bound me, and here I wot well I shall
die but if some man of worship break my bands. Be ye of good cheer,
said Sir Percivale, and because ye are a knight of the Round Table as
well as I, I trust to God to break your bands. And therewith Sir
Percivale pulled out his sword and struck at the chain with such a
might that he cut a-two the chain, and through Sir Persides’ hauberk
and hurt him a little. O Jesu, said Sir Persides, that was a mighty
stroke as ever I felt one, for had not the chain been ye had slain me.
And therewithal Sir Persides saw a knight coming out of a castle all
that ever he might fling. Beware, sir, said Sir Persides, yonder cometh
a man that will have ado with you. Let him come, said Sir Percivale.
And so he met with that knight in midst of the bridge; and Sir
Percivale gave him such a buffet that he smote him quite from his horse
and over a part of the bridge, that, had not been a little vessel under
the bridge, that knight had been drowned. And then Sir Percivale took
the knight’s horse and made Sir Persides to mount up him; and so they
rode unto the castle, and bade the lady deliver Sir Persides’ servants,
or else he would slay all that ever he found; and so for fear she
delivered them all. Then was Sir Percivale ware of a lady that stood in
that tower. Ah, madam, said Sir Percivale, what use and custom is that
in a lady to destroy good knights but if they will be your paramour?
Forsooth this is a shameful custom of a lady, and if I had not a great
matter in my hand I should fordo your evil customs.
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