[Sidenote: Gawane is led to the parapet,] And gawan, wich gart bryng hyme-ſelf befor To the bertes, set he was vondit sore, Whar the qwen vas, and whar that he my{ch}t see The manere of the oſt and aſſemble; 1120 And when that he the gret manhed haith sen [Sidenote: and saith to the queen, that none ever did better than yon red knight.] Of the red kny{ch}t, he ſaith one to the qwen, “Madem, ȝone knyght in to the armys Rede, Nor neu{er} I hard nore ſaw in to no ſted 1124 O kny{ch}t, the wich that in to ſchortar ſpace In armys haith mor forton nore mor grace; Nore bettir doith boith with ſper and ſcheild, He is the hed and comfort of our feild.” 1128 [Fol. 15.] [Sidenote: The queen prays for Lancelot.] “Now, ſ{ir}, I traiſt that neu{er} more vas ſen No man in feild more knyghtly hyme {con}ten; I pray to hyme that eu{er}y thing hath cure, Saif hyme fro deth or wykit aduenture.” 1132 [Sidenote: The field was perilous on both sides,] The feild It was ry{ch}t p{er}ellus and ſtrong On boith the ſydis, and continewit long, [Sidenote: from early morn till the sun had gone down.] Ay from the ſone the varld{is} face gan licht Whill he was gone {and} cu{m}yne vas the nycht; 1136 And than o forß thei my{ch}t It not aſſtart, On eu{er}y ſyd behouit them depart. [Sidenote: Every knight then returns home, and the red knight privily goes back to the city.] The feild is don and ham goith eu{er}y kny{ch}t, And prevaly, unwiſt of any wicht, 1140 The way the red kny{ch}t to the cete taiis, As he had hecht, {and} in h{is} chambre gais. When arthure hard how the kny{ch}t Is gon, He blamyt ſore his lordis eu{er}ilk-one; 1144 And oft he haith remembrit in his thoght, [Sidenote: Arthur, seeing the multitude of Galiot’s men, recalls his dream, saying,] What multitud that galiot had broght; Seing his folk that ware so ewil arayt, In to his mynd he ſtondith al affrayt, 1148 And ſaith, “I traiſt ful ſuth It ſal be founde My drem Richt as the clerk{is} gan expounde; [Sidenote: “My men now fail me at need.”] For why my men failȝeis now at neid, My-ſelf, my londe, in p{er}ell and in dreide.” 1152 [Headnote: GALIOT PROPOSES A TRUCE.]