Then Sir Percival came toward her with intent to take her hand, she smiling upon him all the while so that he could not do otherwise than as she willed.

Now in the other hand this lady held an ebony staff of about an ell in length, and when Sir Percival had come close enough to her, she lifted this staff of a sudden and smote him with it very violently across the shoulders, crying out at the same time, in a voice terribly piercing and shrill:  “Be thou a stone!”

Then that charm that the Lady of the Lake had hung around the neck of Sir Percival stood him in good stead, for, excepting for it, he would that instant have been transformed into a stone.  But the charm of the sorceress did not work upon him, being prevented by the greater charm of that golden amulet.

[Sidenote:  Sir Percival draweth sword upon the Lady Vivien] But Sir Percival knew very well what the sorceress Vivien had intended to do to him, and he was filled with a great rage of indignation against her because she had meant to transform him into a stone.  Therefore he cried out with a loud voice and seized the enchantress by her long golden hair, and drew her so violently forward that she fell down upon her knees.  Then he drew his shining sword with intent to sever her long neck, so slender and white like alabaster.

But the lady shrieked with great vehemence of terror and besought him mercy.  And at that Sir Percival’s heart grew soft for pity, for he bethought him that she was a woman and he beheld how smooth and beautiful was her neck, and how her skin was like white satin for smoothness.  So when he heard her voice—­the voice of a woman beseeching mercy—­his heart grew soft, and he could not find strength within him to strike that neck apart with his sword.

So he bade her to arise—­though he still held her by the hair (all warm, it was, and as soft as silk and very fragrant) and the lady stood up, trembling before him.

Then Sir Percival said to her:  “If thou wouldst have thy life I command thee to transform back to their own shape all those people whom thou hast bewitched as thou wouldst have bewitched me.”

Then the lady said:  “It shall be done.”  Whereupon she smote her hands very violently together crying out:  “All ye who have lost your proper shapes, return thereunto.”

[Sidenote:  The Lady Vivien undoes her enchantment] Then, lo! upon the instant, a great multitude of round stones that lay scattered about became quick, like to eggs; and they moved and stirred as the life entered into them.  And they melted away and, behold! there arose up a great many knights and esquires and several ladies to the number of four score and eight in all.  And certain other stones became quickened in like manner, and as Percival looked, lo! there rose up the horses of those people, all caparisoned as though for travel.

Now when those people who had been thus bewitched beheld the Lady Vivien, how Sir Percival held her by the hair of her head, they made great outcry against her for vengeance, saying:  “Slay her!  Slay her!” And therewith several made at her as though to do as they said and to slay her.  But Percival waved his sword before her and said:  “Not so!  Not so!  For this lady is my prisoner and we shall not harm her unless ye come at her through me.”