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searcheth him with his sword in every part, and dealeth him great buffets in such sort that, and his habergeon had not been so strong and tough, he would have wounded him in many places. IV. The King himself giveth him blows so heavy that the Queen and all they that were at the windows marvelled how Perceval might abide such buffets. The King took witting of the shield that Perceval bare, and looketh on it of a long space. "Knight," saith he, "who gave you this shield, and on behalf of whom do you bear such an one?" "I bear it on behalf of my father," saith he. "Did your father, then, bear a red shield with a white hart?" "Yea," saith Perceval, "Many a day." "Was your father, then, King Alain of the Valleys of Camelot?" "My father was he without fail. No blame ought I to have of him, for a good knight was he and a loyal." "Are you the son of Yglais my sister, that was his wife?" "Yea!" saith Perceval. "Then are you my nephew," saith the King of Castle Mortal, "For she was my sister." "That misliketh me," saith Perceval, "For thereof have I neither worship nor honour, for the most disloyal are you of all my kindred, and I knew well when I came hither that it was you, and, for the great disloyalty that is in you, you war upon the best King that liveth and the most worshipful man, and upon the Lady of this castle for that she aideth him in all that she may. But, please God, henceforward she shall have no need to guard her to the best of her power against so