Wher that the king Uluxes was, Al one upon his hors gret pas He rod him forth, and in his hond He bar the signal of his lond With fisshes thre, as I have told;[860] And thus he wente unto that hold, 1670 Wher that his oghne fader duelleth. The cause why he comth he telleth Unto the kepers of the gate, And wolde have comen in therate, Bot schortli thei him seide nay: And he als faire as evere he may Besoghte and tolde hem ofte this, Hou that the king his fader is; Bot they with proude wordes grete Begunne to manace and threte,[861] 1680 [Sidenote: =P. iii. 58=] Bot he go fro the gate faste, Thei wolde him take and sette faste. Fro wordes unto strokes thus Thei felle, and so Thelogonus Was sore hurt and welnyh ded; Bot with his scharpe speres hed He makth defence, hou so it falle, And wan the gate upon hem alle, And hath slain of the beste fyve; And thei ascriden als so blyve 1690 Thurghout the castell al aboute.[862] On every syde men come oute, Wherof the kinges herte afflihte, And he with al the haste he mihte A spere cauhte and out he goth,[863] As he that was nyh wod for wroth.[864] He sih the gates ful of blod, Thelogonus and wher he stod He sih also, bot he ne knew What man it was, and to him threw[865] 1700 His Spere, and he sterte out asyde. Bot destine, which schal betide, Befell that ilke time so, Thelogonus knew nothing tho What man it was that to him caste, And while his oghne spere laste, With al the signe therupon He caste unto the king anon, And smot him with a dedly wounde. Uluxes fell anon to grounde; 1710 [Sidenote: =P. iii. 59=] Tho every man, ‘The king! the king!’ Began to crie, and of this thing Thelogonus, which sih the cas, On knes he fell and seide, ‘Helas! I have min oghne fader slain: Nou wolde I deie wonder fain,[866] Nou sle me who that evere wile, For certes it is riht good skile.’[867] He crith, he wepth, he seith therfore, ‘Helas; that evere was I bore, 1720 That this unhappi destine So wofulli comth in be me!’ This king, which yit hath lif ynouh, His herte ayein to him he drouh, And to that vois an Ere he leide And understod al that he seide, And gan to speke, and seide on hih; ‘Bring me this man.’ And whan he sih Thelogonus, his thoght he sette Upon the swevene which he mette, 1730 And axeth that he myhte se His spere, on which the fisshes thre He sih upon a pensel wroght.[868] Tho wiste he wel it faileth noght, And badd him that he telle scholde[869] Fro whenne he cam and what he wolde. Thelogonus in sorghe and wo So as he mihte tolde tho