Leue at hire he nom, And in to halle com. 620 Þe knictes ȝyede to table, And horn i{n} to stable. He tok forþ his gode fole, So blac so eny cole. 624 In armes he him schredde, And hys fole he fedde. leue at hyre he nom, {ant} in to halle he com. 620 knyhtes eode to table, {ant} horn eode to stable, þer he toc his gode fole, blac so euer eny cole. 624 wiþ armes he him sredde, ant is fole he fedde. Þe fole schok þe brunie, Þ{a}t al þe curt gan denie. 628 Þe fole bigan to springe, {And} horn murie to singe. Horn rod in a while More þan a myle. 632 Hys fole schok hys brenye, Þat al þe court gan denye. 628 Hys fole gan forþ sp{r}inge, And horn merie to synge. He rod one wile Wel more þan a mile. 632 [_No gap in MS._ . . . . . . . . . . . .] 628 þe fole bigon to springe {ant} horn murie to synge. Horn rod one whyle wel more þen a myle. 632 [Headnote: _Horn meets some Saracen invaders._] [Sidenote: He finds at the seashore a ship filled with Saracens, and asks their purpose.] He fond o schup stonde Wiþ heþene honde. [_No gap in MS._ . . . . . . . . . . . . . .] 636 He axede what hi soȝte, Oþ{er} to londe broȝte. ¶ An hu{n}d him gan bihelde Þ{a}t spac wordes belde, 640 “Þis lond we wulleȝ wynne, {And} sle þ{a}t þ{er} is inne.” He sey a schip rowe, Mid wat alby flowe, Of out londisse ma{n}ne, Of sarazine kenne. 636 Hem askede qwat he hadde, Oþer to londe ladde. A geant him gan by holde, And spek wordes bolde. 640 “Þis lond we wile winne, And slen al þat þer ben hi{n}ne.” he seh a shyp at grounde, wiþ heþene hounde. [_No gap in MS._ . . . . . . . . . . . .] 636 He askede wet hue hadden, oþer to londe ladden. an hound him gan biholde, {ant} spek wordes bolde. 640 “þis land we wolleþ wynne, {ant} sle þ{a}t þer bueþ inne.” [Sidenote: Horn slays the Saracen leader, and then, after] Horn gan his swerd g{ri}pe {And} on his arme wype. 644 Þe sarazins he smatte, Þat his blod hatte. At eureche dunte Þe heued of wente. 648 Þo gu{n}ne þe hu{n}des gone, Abute horn al one.