On knes he him sette, And sweteliche hure grette. 404 Of his feire siȝte Al þe bur gan liȝte. He spac faire speche; Ne dorte him noman teche. 408 Hon kneus he him sette And rimyld fayre grette. 404 Of þat fayre wihcte Al þe halle gan licte. He spak fayre speche; Ne þar him no ma teche. 408 a knewes he him sette {ant} suetliche hire grette. 404 of is fayre syhte al þ{a}t bour gan lyhte. he spac faire is speche; ne durþ non him teche. 408 “Wel þu sitte {and} softe, Rymenhild þe briȝte, Wiþ þine Maidenes sixe Þ{a}t þe sitteþ nixte. 412 Kinges stuard vre Sende me in to bure. Wiþ þe speke ihc scholde; Seie me what þu woldest. 416 Seie, {and} ich schal here, What þi wille were.” “Wel þou sitte and softe, Reymyld, kinges dout{er}, With þine maydnes syxe Þat sittet þe nexte. 412 Þe kinges stiward and hour{e} Sente me to boure. With þe hy speke schulde; Sey me wat þou wolde. 416 Sey, and ich schal here, Wat þi wille were.” “wel þ{o}u sitte {ant} soþte, rymenild, kinges dohter, ant þy maydnes here þat sitteþ þyne yfere. 412 Kynges styward oure sende me to boure, [_No gap in MS._ . . . . . . . . . . . .] 416 forte y here, leuedy myn, whet be wille þyn.” [Headnote: _Conversation between Horn and Rymenhild._] [Sidenote: She takes Horn by the hand and embraces him.] ¶ Rymenhild vp gan stonde {And} tok him bi þe honde. 420 Heo sette him on pelle, Of wyn to drinke his fulle. Heo makede him faire chere {And} tok him abute þe swere. 424 Ofte heo him custe, So wel so hire luste. Reymild up gan sto{n}de And tok him bi þe honde. 420 Sette he him on palle; Wyn hye dide fulle, Makede fayre chere, And tok him bi þe swere. 424 Often hye him kiste, So wel hire luste. rymenild vp gon stonde {ant} tok him by þe honde. [_No gap in MS._ . . . . . . . . . . . .] heo made feyre chere {ant} tok him bi þe suere. 424 ofte heo him custe, so wel hyre luste. [Sidenote: Rymenhild tells Horn of her love for him, and bids him plight her his troth.] [_No gap in MS._ . . . . . . . . . . . . . .]