And of his horß ſupp{ri}ſit ded ar two, One of his awn, of gawanis one alſo, And he one fut was fechtand one the gren, When that ſ{ir} kay haith w{i}t{h} his falowis ſeñ; 3128 [Sidenote: The squire brings him a fresh horse;] The ſqwyar w{i}t{h} his horß than to hy{m} bro{ch}t; Magre his fois he to his courſeir ſo{ch}t Deliu{er}ly, as of o my{ch}ty hart, [Sidenote: he leaps into the saddle without stirrups.] W{i}t{h}out ſteropis in to his ſadill ſtart, 3132 That euery wycht beholding m{er}vell has Of his ſtrenth and deliu{er} beſynes. [Headnote: SIR KAY ASKS WHO THE BLACK KNIGHT IS.] [Sidenote: Sir Kay asks who he is,] S{ir} kay, ſeing his horß, and how that thai War cled in to ſ{ir} gawanis aray, 3136 Aſkith at the ſquyar if he knewith What that he was, this kny{ch}t? & he hym ſchewith [Sidenote: but the squire cannot tell.] He wiſt no thing quhat that he was, nore hee Befor that day hyme neu{er} ſaw w{i}t{h} Ee. 3140 Than aſkith he, how and one quhat wyß On gawanis horß makith hyme ſich ſ{er}uice? The ſqw[y]ar ſaith, “forſuth y wot no more; My lord ws bad, I not the cauß quharfore.” 3144 [Sidenote: The black knight returns to the field.] The blak kny{ch}t, horſit, to the feld can ſew Als freſch as he was in the morow new; [Sidenote: The six comrades follow him.] The ſex falowis folowit hyme ilkone, And al in front on to the feld ar goñ; 3148 Ry{ch}t freſchly one thar ennemys thai ſoght, [Fol. 39a.] And many o fair poynt of armys vroght. [Sidenote: Malangin’s host is discomfited by king Ydras; and retreats to join the second line, commanded by the Conquest-king;] [T]han hapnyt to king malangins oſt By ydras king diſcu{m}fit was, & loſt, 3152 And fled, and to the {con}queſt-king ar goñe, Thar boith the batell{is} aſſemblit In to one; King malengynis in to his hart was wo, For of hyme-ſelf no bett{er} kny{ch}t my{ch}t go; 3156 [Sidenote: so that 40,000 are now opposed to 15,000 of Arthur’s.] Thar xl thouſand war thai for xv. Than my{ch}t the feld ry{ch}t p{er}ellus be ſen Of armyt kny{ch}t{is} gaping one the ground; Sum deith, and ſum w{i}t{h} mony a grewous wond; 3160 For arthuris kny{ch}t{is}, that manly war and gud, Suppos that vthir was o multitude, Reſauit tham well at the ſperis end; But one ſuch wyß thai may not lang defend. 3164 [Headnote: THE BLACK KNIGHT’S PROWESS.]