The Buke of the Order of Knyghthood: Translated from the French by Sir Gilbert Hay, Knight — John Shaqi
The Buke of the Order of Knyghthood: Translated from the French by Sir Gilbert Hay, KnightLlull, Ramon
Philosophy
The Buke of the Order of Knyghthood: Translated from the French by Sir Gilbert Hay, Knight
Llull, Ramon
Chivalry
his horse, and rest him; and lang tyme beheld him in the visage, to se gif
he wold aucht say. Bot the Squyere, quhylk maruailit mekle of the efferis
of the Knycht, for the grete worthynes that him thocht apperit in his
visage, and maneris, he deferrit till him to moue first speche, as to do
him reuerence for honour and age. And thus the worthy Knycht spak first,
sayand, Faire frende, quhat is the cause of [gh]oure cummyng here in this
wildernes? And fra quhyn ar [gh]e cummyn, and quhare wald [gh]e be? And
than ansuerd the [gh]ong Bachelere, sayand, Certes Sir, thare is a grete
renoun gangand in ferre contreis of a grete assemblee, and rycht
honourable, that suld be maid in this land be ane of the maist worthy
Kingis that is in the warld: quhare grete multitude of honourable and
worthy men suld assemble, for honourable actis to be done, and thare suld
the said King mak mony new knychtis, be cause that he him self has
entencioun to be maid knycht thare, in the samyn tyme; and thus for honour
of the worthy Prince and of his new knychthede, I and otheris drawis
togedir to se thai honourable actis, and, God willand, to be maid knycht of
his hand thare. And be caus that I tuke grete journeis be the way cummand,
my pallefray, throu his soft passing, gave me curage to slepe, as man
fordouerit, and sa bade behynd my company, and wanderit sa in this
wilderness, vnwittand quhare, quhill my hors, in this haulch, heldit to
drynk. Than ar [gh]e, said the worthy Knycht rycht welcum here.
Bot quhen the noble worthy man herd him speke of the hye and noble Ordere
of Knychthede, and of the propereteis that till it appertenis, he gave a
sare sob, with a grete siche, that vness mycht he speke lang tyme eftir;
rememberand of the grete honoure that he had bene in, manetenand the saide
Ordre of sa lang tyme. And quhen the Squyere saw him fall in syk a thocht,
be manere of ane extasy, he sperit at him, Quhat movit him to muse sa mekle
on his wordis? And than the worthy anciene Knycht ansuerd him, sayand, That
his thocht was on the hye and worthy Ordre of Knychthede that he had spoken
of, and on the grete charge that a knycht vndergais quhen he vndertakis
that noble and worschipfull Ordre of Knychthede. And than said the said
Squiere, That gif he coud oucht teche him of the poyntis that mycht pertene
to the said Ordere, for the honour and reuerence of God, that he wald teche
him. And with that the said Knycht blenkit vp, sayand, O faire sone, how
art thou sa bald to sett thee to tak that forenamyt Ordere bot first thou
knew the poyntis belangand the gouernaunce and manetenaunce of it, and the
maner how it suld be kepit, gouernyt, and manetenyt in honoure and
worschip, as efferis, eftir the ordinaunce of God: ffor thare suld nane be
sa hardy to tak that hye honourable Ordre bot he war first worthy be the
sicht of a prince thare till. And syne that coud the poyntis and the
articlis that to the said Ordre appertenis, and to knaw bath the meritis
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