When he realised he was down he was filled with shame and anguish; he leapt up, clutching his sword, and dealt the first knight a blow that felled him from his horse and parted soul from body; but with this blow, to Perceval’s horror, the blade broke clean in two. But he wielded the half attached to the hilt and clove another knight down to the teeth, dashing him dead to the ground, and rushed to where he saw him drop his sword, snatched it up and leapt into the saddle of a riderless horse without setting foot in a stirrup.

Third Continuation of Perceval