greatly astonished.

And one day they saw three knights coming along the horse-road on the
borders of the forest. And the three knights were Gwalchmai the son
of Gwyar, and Geneir Gwystyl, and Owain the son of Urien. And Owain
kept on the track of the knight who had divided the apples in
Arthur's Court, whom they were in pursuit of. "Mother," said
Peredur, "what are those yonder?" "They are angels, my son," said
she. "By my faith," said Peredur, "I will go and become an angel
with them." And Peredur went to the road, and met them. "Tell me,
good soul," said Owain, "sawest thou a knight pass this way, either
to-day or yesterday?" "I know not," answered he, "what a knight is."
"Such an one as I am," said Owain. "If thou wilt tell me what I ask
thee, I will tell thee that which thou askest me." "Gladly will I do
so," replied Owain. "What is this?" demanded Peredur, concerning the
saddle. "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
shewed 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 honourable 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