Towards the tent he ran at once, sword in hand, shield slung from neck; but the lion heard him, leapt to its feet, and with a mighty bound it raced at him and plunged its claws into his red shield. Perceval was shocked, and little wonder, for it ripped the shield from his neck, tearing the silken, gold-embroidered strap asunder; but undaunted, he delivered a mighty blow with his sword, holding nothing back, and the steel blade clove the beast’s head in two; and so he was avenged upon the lion.

Second Continuation of Perceval