[Sidenote: Meanwhile, the king of a hundred knights and the first-conquest king come from Galiot,] ++AS thai war thus ſpeking of this thinge, Frome galiot cam two kny{ch}t{is} to the king; 1544 That one the king of hund{er}eth kny{ch}t{is} was; That other to nome the fyrst-co{n}queſt king[T34] has, At firſt that galyot conquerit of one. The n{er}eſt way one to the king thei gon, 1548 And vp he roß, as he that wel cout{h} do Honor, to quhome that It afferith to; And ȝhit he wiſt not at thei king{is} were; So them[T35] thei boith and vyt{h} ry{ch}t knyghtly cher 1552 Reu{er}endly thei ſaluſt hyme, and thane [Sidenote: and the former delivers his message, to the effect that] The king of hund{er} knyght{is} he began And ſaid hyme, “ſ{ir}, to ȝow my lord ws ſende, Galiot, whilk bad ws ſay he wende, 1556 [Fol. 20.] That of this world the vorthieſt king wor ȝhe, Greteſt of men and of awtoritee. [Footnote T34: MS. “kinghe,” a spelling due to confusion with “knight.” See l. 1533.] [Headnote: A TRUCE PROPOSED AND ACCEPTED.] [Sidenote: Galiot wonders at the feebleness of Arthur’s folk,] Wharof he has gret wond{er} that ȝhe ar So feble cu{m}myne In to his contrare, 1560 For to defend your cuntre {and} your londe, And knowith well ȝhe may hyme no{ch}t w{i}t{h}ſtonde. Wharfor he thinkith no worſchip to conquere, Nore in the wer{is} more to p{er}ſyuere; 1564 Conſiddir yowr wakneß and yowr Indegens, Aȝanis hyme as now to mak defens. [Sidenote: and is willing to grant a year’s truce,] Wharfore, my lord haith grantit by vs here Trewis to yhow and reſput for o ȝhere, 1568 [Sidenote: if Arthur will return to fight against him in a year’s time;] If that yhow lykith by the ȝher{is} ſpace For to retwrn ayane In to this place, Her to manteine yhour cuntre and w{i}t{h}ſtond Hyme w{i}t{h} the holl power of yhour lond. 1572 And for the tyme the trewis ſhal endure, Yhour cuntre and yhour lond he will aſſurre; And wit ȝhe ȝhit his powar is no{ch}t here. And als he bad ws ſay yhow by the yhere, 1576 [Sidenote: and desires to have the red knight in his household.] The gud kny{ch}t wich that the Red armys bure And in the feild maid the diſcumfiture, The whilk the flour of kny{ch}thed may be cold, He thinkith hyme to haue of his houſhold.” 1580 “Well,” q{uo}d the king, “I have hard quhat yhe ſay, But if god will, and ek if that I may, In to ſich wyß I think for to withſtond, Yhour lord ſhall have no powar of my londe.” 1584 [Sidenote: Arthur rejoices at the truce,] Of this meſag the king Reioſing haß, And of the trewis wich that grantit was,