"It is a saddle," said Owain.
Then he asked about all the accoutrements which he saw upon the men, and the horses, and the arms, and what they were for, and how they were used.
And Owain showed him all these things fully, and told him what use was made of them.
"Go forward," said Peredur, "for I saw such an one as thou inquirest for, and I will follow thee."
Then Peredur returned to his mother and her company, and he said to her, "Mother, those were not angels, but honorable knights."
Then his mother swooned away. And Peredur went to the place where they kept the horses that carried firewood, and that brought meat and drink from the inhabited country to the desert. And he took a bony, piebald horse, which seemed to him the strongest of them; and he pressed a pack into the form of a saddle, and with twisted twigs he imitated the trappings which he had seen upon the horses. And when Peredur came again to his mother, the countess had recovered from her swoon.
"My son," said she, "desirest thou to ride forth?"
"Yes, with thy leave," said he.
"Wait, then, that I may counsel thee before thou goest."
"Willingly," he answered. "Speak quickly."