[Sidenote: A master says, there is no help but in the true watery lion, and in the leech, and in the flower.] Thane ſaith o maiſtir, “than ſuthly th{us} finde we; 516 Thar is no thing ſal ſucour nor reſkew, Your worldly honore nedis moſt adew, But throuch the watrye lyone {and} ek fyne, On throuch the liche {and} ek the wattir ſyne, 520 [Sidenote: God knows what this should mean.] And throuch the conſeill of the flour; god wot What this ſhude meñ, for mor ther-of we not.” No word the king anſuerid ayane, For al this reſone thinkith bot i{n} weyne. 524 [Sidenote: The king shews no outward grief,] He ſhawith outwart his contenans As he therof takith no greuans; [Sidenote: but is not rid of anxiety all night.] But al the nyght it paſſid nat his thoght. The dais courß w{i}t{h} ful deſir he ſocht, 528 And furth he goith to bring his mynd i{n} reſt [Sidenote: Next day he goes to the forest.] W{i}t{h} mony O knyght vn to the gret foreſt; The rachis gon wn-copelit for the deire, That in the wodis makith nois {and} cheir: 532 The knycht{is}, w{i}t{h} the grewhund{is} in aweit, Secith boith the planis and the ſtreit. [Sidenote: The chase.] Doune goith the hart, doune goith the hynd alſo; [In to the feld can ruſching to and fro][T14] 536 The ſwift grewhund, hardy of aſſay; Befor ther hedis no thing goith away. The king of hunting takith haith his ſport, [Sidenote: The king returns.] And to his palace home he can Reſort, 540 Ayan the noon; and as that he was set [Sidenote: As they sit at meat, an aged knight enters, fully armed.] Vith all his noble knyght{is} at the met, [Fol. 8.] So cam ther in an agit knyght, {and} hee Of gret eſſtat ſemyt for to bee; 544 Anarmyt all, as tho It was the gyß, And thus the king he ſaluſt, one this wiß, [Footnote T14: A line must here be lost, but there is nothing to shew this in the MS. The inserted line is imitated from l. 3293.] [Headnote: GALIOT’S MESSAGE.] [Sidenote: The knight’s message is that king Galiot bids Arthur to yield to him his kingdom.] ++“Shir king, one to yow am y ſende Frome the worthieſt that i{n} world is kend, 548 That leuyth now of his tyme and age, Of manhed, wiſdome, {and} of hie curag, Galiot, ſone of the fare gyande; And thus, at ſhort, he bid{is} yow your londe 552 Ye yald hyme our, w{i}t{h}out Impedyment; Or of hyme holde, and if tribut and rent. This is my charge at ſhort, whilk if youe leſt For to fulfill, of al he haith conqueſt 556 He ſais that he moſt tendir ſhal youe hald.” [Headnote: ARTHUR DEFIES GALIOT.]