Owt he toke thys chyldyryn~ fyve, 325 The feyrest that were on lyve, I-hold in~ anny sted. The lady wase fuƚƚ gl{e}d, Sche byrlyd whyt wyn~ and Redd, And sethyn~ to soper sone they yed. 330 ‘Lord{es},’ he seyd, ‘syn yow are her~, I Red yow make Ryght good cher~, For now ys aƚƚ thy nede.’ Thus he covyrd owt of care. God, that sofryd wondd{es} s{a}re, 335 Grante vse weƚƚ to sped! [Linenotes: 325. _chyld._] a _v_ struck out, follows. 328. _glad_ MS. 335. _sore_ MS. 336. _well{e} to sped_] _to sped welle_ MS.] [Headnote: THEY ALL CHOOSE THEIR HORSES TO RIDE AWAY.] (31) [Sidenote: Torrent freed Prince Verdownys, Lords Torren, Jakys, and Amyas, and Princess Eleanor.] Lordd{es}, and ye wol lythe, The chyldyr namys I woƚƚ teƚƚ blythe, Here kyn, how they were me told; The kyng{es} sone, that dowghtty {ys}, 340 Wase clepyd Verdownys, That dowghtty wase and bold, And an Eryll{es} son, that hyght Torren~, A nother Iakys of Berweyne, The forthe was Amyas bold. f. 82a. 345 The kyng{es} dowghttyr of Gales lond, Elyoner~, I vndyrstond, That worthy wase in hold, [Linenotes: 337. after _wol_, _be_ struck out MS. 340. _ys_] _wase_ MS. 346-348 put before 343-345, MS.] (32) [Sidenote: She takes Torrent to his chamber, and then all of them to the stable, where each chooses a horse.] In to hys chambyr sche hyme led, Ther gold and syluyr wase spred, 350 And asur~, that wase bl{o}; In yron ther he gan stond, Body and armys {al sch}y{n}and, In~ powynt to trusse and goo. In to a stabyƚƚ sche hym led, 355 Eche toke a fuƚƚ feyer~ sted, They were {redy} to goo; And wote ye weƚƚ and vndyrstond, Had the gyant be levand, They had not p{ar}tyd soo. 360 [Linenotes: 351. _blo_] _blewe_ MS. 353. _al sch._] _lygand_ (!) MS. 354. _trusse_] corrected from _truste_. 357. _redy_] om. MS. 358. _wote_] with paler ink corrected from _what_. 359. _Had_] corrected out of _han_. _byn_ follows, almost entirely erased. _gyant_] _t_ corrected from _d_.] (33) [Sidenote: Torrent feeds the lions on the Giant’s body, and puts his head on a horse.] They woƚƚ not to bed gan{ge}, Tyƚƚ on the morrow the Day spronge, Thus a wey to ffare. Torrant sperryd the gattys, i-wyse, Aƚƚ that he lyst he clepyd hys, 365 The keys and thyng he bare. The lyon{s that was} at the dore Wase led to her~ mayst{er} that wase befor~, {O}n hym thay fed them {ya}r{e}, Vpp won of the horse, that wase ther~ levyd, 370 {O}n hym thei trussyd the gyantt{es} he{ve}d. Thus helpt hym god th{a}r~.