Perceval threw down his lance and came at Cahot on foot, sword drawn, and gave him such a mighty blow on the hood of his hauberk that he smashed through the mail rings and cut away two finger lengths of flesh to send him staggering three times. Cahot the Red was anguished indeed when he felt himself wounded, and he came at Perceval and dealt him such a terrible blow that he sent sparks flying and made his neck bow and his eyes reel. He rained blows down on Perceval's shield until he had smashed it down to the boss, and Perceval felt the rough and fearful blows, and saw that Cahot was a strong and hard and powerful knight. But he came back at him, aiming to deal him a blow full on the head, but Cahot dodged aside and Perceval's blow caught him on the right arm and hacked it off at the shoulder, sending the arm with the sword flying to the ground. Cahot attacked him in a rage, trying to seize him with his left arm, but although he would gladly have avenged himself if he had been able, his strength was grievously sapped. And Perceval, his heart filled with hatred for the knight, assailed him once more, and struck him full on the head with such a blow that his brains were sent scattering.

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