[T]har was the batell danger{us} & ſtrong, Gret was the pres, bat{h} perell{us} & throng; [Sidenote: The black knight is borne to the ground.] The blak kny{ch}t is born on to the ground, His horß hyme falyth, that fellith dethis wound. 3368 [Sidenote: The six comrades go to the earth.] The vi falowis, that falowit hyme al day, Sich was the preß, that to the erth go thay; And thar in myd among his ennemys He was about encloſit one ſich wyß 3372 [Sidenote: None know where he is.] That quhare he was non of [his] falowis knew, Nor my{ch}t no{ch}t cum to help hyme, nore reſkew. And thus among his ennemys allon [Sidenote: He defends himself with his sword.] His nakid ſuerd out of his hond haith ton; 3376 And thar he p{re}wit his wertew & h{is} ſtrenth; For thar was none w{i}t{h}in the ſuerdis lenth That came, bot he goith to confuſioune. [Sidenote: No helm nor habergeon may resist his sword.] Thar was no helme, thar was no habirioune, 3380 That may reſiſt his ſuerd, he ſmytith so; One euery ſyd he helpith to and fro, That al about the compas thai my{ch}t ken; The ded horß lyith virſlyng w{i}t{h} the men. 3384 Thai hyme aſſalȝeing bot{h} w{i}t{h} ſcheld & ſpere, [Sidenote: He fares like a bear at the stake, that snubs the hardy hounds.] And he aȝane; as at the ſtok the bere Snybbith the hardy hound{is} that ar ken, So farith he; for neu{er} my{ch}t be ſen 3388 His ſuerd to reſt, that in the gret rout He rowmyth all the compas hyme about. [Headnote: GALIOT WONDERS AT LANCELOT’S PROWESS.]