And then bespake him the Greene Knight, And these were the words said he: Saith, ‘I conjure thee, thou fowle feend, That thou feitch downe the steed, that we see.’ LX And then forth is gone Burlow-beanie, As fast as he co’ld hie, And feitch he did that fairè steed, And came againe by and by. LXI Then bespake him Sir Marramiles, And these were the words said hee: ‘Ryding of this steed, brother Bredbeddle, The mastery belongs to me.’ LXII Marramiles tooke the steed to his hand, To ryd him he was full bold; He co’ld noe more make him goe Then a child of three yeere old. LXIII He laid uppon him with heele and hand, With yard that was soe fell; ‘Helpe! brother Bredbeddle,’ says Marramile, ‘For I thinke he be the devill of hell. LXIV ‘Helpe! brother Bredbeddle,’ says Marramile, ‘Helpe! for Christ’s pittye; Ffor without thy help, brother Bredbeddle, He will never be rydden for me.’ LXV Then bespake him Sir Bredbeddle, These were the words said he: ‘I conjure thee tell, thou Burlow-beanie, How this steed was riddin in his country.’ LXVI ‘In Cornewall’s window is a gold wand; Let him strike three strokes on that steed, And then he will spring forth of his hand As sparke doth out of gleede[187].’ Then Sir Tristram requires a horn. At Sir Bredbittle’s command the sprite fetches it; but the horn will not sound until anointed with a certain powder. This also the sprite is sent to fetch. LXX And then bespake Sir Bredebeddle, To the ffeend these words said hee: Says, ‘I conjure thee, thou Burlow-beanie, The powder-box thou feitch me.’ LXXI Then forth is gone Burlow-beanie, As fast as he co’ld hie, And feich he did the powder-box, And came againe by and by. LXXII Then Sir Tristeram tooke powder forth of that box, And blent it with warme sweet milke, And there put it unto that horne, And swill’d it about in that ilke. LXXIII Then he tooke the horne into his hand, And a lowd blast he blew; He rent the horne up to the midst, All his ffellowes this they knew. LXXIV Then bespake him the Greene Knight, These were the words said he: Saies, ‘I conjure thee, thou Burlow-beanie, That thou feitch me the sword, that I see.’ LXXV Then forth is gone Burlow-beanie, As fast as he co’ld hie, And feitch he did that fairè sword, And came againe by and by. LXXVI Then bespake him Sir Bredbeddle, To the king these words said he: ‘Take this sword in thy hand, thou noble King Arthur, For thy vowes sake I’le give it thee, And goe strike off King Cornewall’s head, In bed where he doth lye.’ LXXVII