his sins, contented himself with praying that his present misery might be accepted by Heaven as a partial expiation. Through forest they went days three, Till they came to the Greekish sea; They grette,[575] and were full wo! As they stood upon the land, They saw a fleet sailand,[576] Three hundred ships and mo.[577] With top-castels set on-loft, Richly then were they wrought, With joy and mickle[578] pride: A heathen king was therein, That Christendom came to win; His power was full wide. It was now seven days since the pilgrims had tasted bread or meat; the soudan’s[579] galley, therefore, was no sooner moored to the beach than they hastened on board to beg for food. The soudan, under the apprehension that they were spies, ordered them to be driven back on shore; but his attendants observed to him that these could not be common beggars; that the robust limbs and tall stature of the husband proved him to be a knight in disguise; and that the delicate complexion of the wife, who was “bright as blossom on tree,” formed a striking contrast to the ragged apparel with which she was very imperfectly covered. They were now brought into the royal presence; and the soudan, addressing Sir Isumbras, immediately offered him as much treasure as he should require, on condition that he should renounce Christianity and consent to fight under the Saracen banners. The answer was a respectful but peremptory refusal, concluded by an earnest petition for a little food; but the soudan, having by this time turned his eyes from Sir Isumbras to the beautiful companion of his pilgrimage, paid no attention to his request. The soudan beheld that lady there, Him thought an angel that she were, Comen a-down from heaven; “Man! I will give thee gold and fee, An thou that woman will sellen me, More than thou can neven.[580] I will give thee an hundred pound Of pennies that been whole and round, And rich robes seven: She shall be queen of my land, And all men bow unto her hand, And none withstand her steven.”[581] Sir Isumbras said, “Nay! My wife I will nought sell away, Though ye me for her sloo![582] I weddid her in Goddislay, To hold her to mine ending day, Both for weal and wo.”