"Go, maiden," said Gwenhwyvar, "and ask the dwarf who that knight is." Then the maiden went up to the dwarf; and the dwarf waited for the maiden when he saw her coming towards him. And the maiden inquired of the dwarf who the knight was.
"I will not tell thee," he answered.
"Since thou art so churlish as not to tell me," said she, "I will ask him himself."
"Thou shalt not ask him, by my faith!" said he.
"Wherefore?" said she.
"Because thou art not of honor sufficient to befit thee to speak to my lord." Then the maiden turned her horse's head towards the knight, upon which the dwarf struck her, with the whip that was in his hand, across the face and the eyes, until the blood flowed forth. And the maiden, through the hurt she received from the blow, returned to Gwenhwyvar, complaining of the pain.
"Very rudely has the dwarf treated thee," said Geraint. "I will go myself to know who the knight is."
"Go," said Gwenhwyvar. And Geraint went up to the dwarf.
"Who is yonder knight?" said Geraint.
"I will not tell thee," said the dwarf.