Then anon they were ware where was before them a city rich and fair. And betwixt them and the city a mile and a half there was a fair meadow that seemed new mown, and therein were many pavilions fair to behold.
"Lo," said the damsel, "yonder is a lord that owneth yonder city, and his custom is when the weather is fair to lie in this meadow to joust and tourney; and ever there be about him five hundred knights and gentlemen of arms, and there be all manner of games that any gentleman can devise."
"That goodly lord," said Beaumains, "would I fain see."
"Thou shalt see him time enough," said the damsel.
And so as she rode near she espied the pavilion where he was.
"Lo," said she, "seest thou yonder pavilion, that is all of the color of Inde, and all manner of thing that there is about, men and women, and horses trapped, shields and spears, all of the color of Inde, and his name is Sir Persant of Inde, the most lordliest knight that ever thou lookedst on."
"It may well be," said Beaumains, "but be he never so stout a knight, in this field I shall abide till that I see him under his shield."
"Ah, fool," said she, "thou wert better flee betimes."
"Why," said Beaumains, "and he be such a knight as ye make him, he will not set upon me with all his men, or with his five hundred knights. For and there come no more but one at once, I shall him not fail whilst my life lasteth."
"Fie, fie," said the damsel, "that ever such a dirty knave should blow such a boast."