With vitaile in agayne, For sorowe he woxe nere wode. The soudan is enraged, He cleped Brenlande and Sortybraunce. 2424 And tolde hem̄ witħ angry mode Of his harde myschaunce. “Remedye ordeyne me, Ye be chief of my counsaile; 2428 That I of hem may vengede be, It shalle you bouth availe. O ye goddes, ye faile at nede, That I have honoured so longe, 2432 I shalle yoᶙ bren̄, so mote[164] I spede, and is going to burn In a fayre fyre ful stronge; his gods, Shalle I neuer more on yoᶙ bileve, But renaye yoᶙ playnly alle. 2436 Ye shalle be brente this day er eve, That foule mote yoᶙ befalle!” The fire was made, the goddes were broght To have be caste the[rh]-inne. 2440 [leaf 61] Tho alle his counsaile him by-sought, but, appeased by his He shulde of þat erroure blynne, wise men, And saide “Sir, what wole ye done? Wole ye your goddis for-sake? 2444 Vengeaunce shalle than̄ on yoᶙ come, With sorowe, woo and wrake! Ye moste make offrynge for youre offence, For drede of grete vengeaunce, 2448 With oyle, mylke and ffranken̄cense By youre prestis ordynaunce.” Tho he dide bere hem in ayen̄, he sacrifices again, And to hem made dewe offerynge. 2452 The prestis assoyled him of þat synne, and is assoiled by Ful lowly for him prayinge. the priests. Tho he cleped his counselers Brulande and Sortybraunce, 2456 Laban holds council. [p071 THE PEERS THROW LABAN’S GOLD AT THE ASSAILANTS.]