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But Perceval knew not to what mischief the Knight Hardy had been wounded through the body of a spear, so that the blood rayed out on all sides; and Aristor had not remained whole, for he was wounded in two places.
Aristor of Moraine, that is cousin to the Lord of the Moors that you slew, warreth upon your mother, and hath carried off your sister by force into the castle of a vavasour of his, and saith that he will take her to wife and will have all her land that your mother ought to hold of right, maugre your head.
Then he alighteth over him and taketh off the coif of his habergeon and unlaceth his ventail. "What have you in mind to do?" said Aristor. "I will cut off your head," said Perceval, "and present it to my sister whom you have failed." "Do not so!" saith Aristor, "But let me live, and I will forgo my hatred."
Aristor, that was full hardy, set himself again betwixt the bows of the saddle in great wrath when he seeth Perceval, and cometh towards him like as if he were wood mad, sword in hand, and dealeth him such a buffet on the helm as that it is all dinted in thereby. The Knight Hardy draweth back when he seeth Perceval, for he is wounded to the death through the body.
He wandered until he came to a hermitage there where he heard mass. After the service, the hermit came unto him and said: "Sir," saith he, "In this forest are knights all armed that are keeping watch for the knight that slew Aristor and the Red Knight and his lion as well. Wherefore they meet no knight in this forest but they are minded to slay him for the knight that slew these twain."
He saw pass before him two squires, and each carried a wild deer trussed behind him that had been taken by hounds. Perceval cometh to them a great pace and maketh them abide. "Lords," saith he, "Whither will you carry this venison?" "Sir," say the squires, "To the castle of Ariste, whereof Aristor is lord." "Is there great throng of knights at the castle?" saith Perceval.
A knight that was of the household of Aristor overtook him at the corner of the forest, and knew his lord's horse and had heard tell that Aristor was dead, wherefore he went into the forest to bury him. He smote the knight through the body with his spear and so slew him, then took the horse and went away forthwith.
"Sir," saith she, "The Deep Forest there, where the Red Knight leadeth the lion, is towards the castle of Aristor, and, or ever you come by adventure into the forest, you may well hear some tidings of him!" Here beginneth the last branch of the Graal in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. The story saith that Perceval went his way through the forest.
"Damsel," saith he to his sister, "Weep not, for your wedding hath failed. You may know it well by this token!" He throweth the head of Aristor before her on the ground, then saith unto her: "Behold here the head of him that was to take you!" The damsel heareth Perceval her brother that was armed, and thereby she knoweth him again.
"Sir," say the hermits, "It is the good King Pelles that Aristor slew suddenly after mass on account of one of his nephews, Perceval, whom he loveth not, and a damsel is laying out the body there within." When Perceval heard the news or his uncle that is dead, thereof was he right grieved at heart, and on the morrow was he at his uncle's burial.
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