Edited by John Conlee - Prose Merlin - Arthur and Gonnore; and The Battle against King Rion lyrics

[Summary. The rebel barons meet at Leicester and commiserate over the damage done to their lands by the Saxons; King Lot laments the loss of his wife and children. The King de Cent Chevaliers urges them to join forces and engage the Saxons as a united army. They a**emble their forces and camp beside the Severn River. Meanwhile Merlin arrives at the city of Toraise in Tamelide; he tells Arthur, Ban, and Bors how they must a**ist Leodogan in his forthcoming battle with King Rion. Merlin also makes several prophecies, including one about the engendering of "the gret leopart" (i.e., Lancelot). Fols. 109v (line 23)-111v (line 7).] Than spake Merlin to the kynge and seide, "Sir, dismay yow nothinge, for be the feith that I owe unto yow, er that the Kynge Rion from yow ascape, he wolde have ben in hys contré all naked by the condicion that it hadde coste hym the beste citee that he hath. Ne ye be not at soche myschef but that ye have sixty thousande men at armes and moo. But I shall telle yow what ye shall do: sendeth ten of youre beste men for to serche the contrey that ther be neither a**pie ne ribaude but anoon he be taken and brought before yow and put in prison, so that youre enmyes may nothinge knowe of youre ordenaunce. And than devise youre wardes and youre bateilles, and loke that ye make ten withoute mo; and in eche of hem ye shall putte ten thousande men. And than meveth on Monday two houres before day, and goth all esely oon after another withoute sore traveile and that we be ther on Wednysday at even. "And I do yow to wite that on Thursday, a litill before day, we shall hem fynde all slepinge, for into the hoste is come grete plenté of flessh and of wyne and of corne and other vitaile grete foyson; and thei drinke and ete ech day and trouble so theire braynes that thei sette litill wacche in theire hoste. But towarde the playnes thei have hemself closed with cartes and chariettes, that litill or nought oon may hem mysdo on that side. And therfore we moste werke wisely, for I knowe a place whereas thei take litill hede, and that wey ye shull hem alle fynde aslepe. And therfore, yef God will, we shull somwhat have hem at oure wille, and we shull so chastice hem at this envay that thei shull have litill corage eny more in this londe to werrye." Whan the Kynge Leodogan herde Merlin thus speke, he merveiled what he myght be. And he beheilde hym ententefly that he loked on noon other, and after that he beheilde his felowes, that were stille and koy, that seiden not o worde but beheilde hym that spake. And whan he hadden hem beholden a longe while, he yaf a grete sighe and that was right sore. And [he] thought well in his corage that thei were right high men and gretter of astate than he cowde thinke. And aboute his herte com so grete errour that it wete all his visage with teeres of his yien, that com from the herte that unethe myght he sowne oute o worde. And he fill down at her feet as half deed, and cride hem mercy so as he myght, that for the love of God thei sholde of hym have pitee and of his londe. "For I wote well," quod he, "and also myn herte telleth me, that I shall all lese yef God and ye be not my warant." Whan that the Kynge Arthur saugh hym at erthe before hym knelinge, he hadde therof grete pité, and so hadde the other kynges, and caught hym in her armes and reised hym up and a**ured hym of all that thei myght. And than thei wente to sitte down alle five togeder as goode felowes and trewe; and than began Merlin his reson and seide to the Kynge Leodogan, "Sir sire, ye wolde fayn wite what we ben and of what peple and of what lynage." And he seide ther wasnothinge that he desired so moche to knowe. "I shall telle yow," quod Merlin, "firste for what we be come to seche. Lo, here a yonge lorde that is a goode knyght, as ye knowe well inough; and wite ye well in trouthe, whatsoever he be, he is a man of higher lynage and of londe and frendes than ye be, and yet ye be a kynge crowned. And he hath no wif, and therfore we come through londes to seche aventures till that we may fynde some high prince that his doughter wolde yeve hym in mariage." Lorde mercy!" quod the Kynge Leodogan. "What go ye ferther than sechinge? I have a doughter that is holden oon of the feirest of the worlde and the wiseste and oon of the beste lerned, and for defaute of goode lynage ne of goode londe ought she not to be refused. And yef it be youre plesier, I yeve hir yow to be youre wif. And I have no mo heires to whom my londe moste falle after my discesse." And Merlin ansuerde that he hir not sholde refuse never, yef God will; and thanked hym the foure felowes right hertely. Than the kynge hymself wente to fecche his doughter, and made hir to be appareiled in the richest wise, and ledde hir be the honde into the chambre where- as the foure felowes dide abide. And after hem com grete route of knyghtes whereof therynne were grete plenté; and ther also were alle the companye of the Rounde Table, and the forty that the storye hath rehersed, and many other of high astate that were come into the hoste for to socoure the Kynge Leodogan. And whan the kynge and his doughter entred thourgh the chambre that was feire and grete, the foure felowes com hem ageyns. And spake the Kynge Leodogan that he myght wele ben herde and seide, "Gentill sir, cometh forth -- for I can not yet yow namen -- and resceive here my doughter to be youre wif, that is so feire and courteise and therto right wise, with all the honour that to hir appendeth after my deth. For to a worthier than yow may I not hir yeve, and that knowe well alle these worthi men hereynne." And Arthur stode forth and seide, "Sir, gramercy." And the Kynge Leodogan delyvered hir to hym by the right honde. And that oon graunted to that other full debo*erly; and the kynge hem blissed with his right honde, and the Bisshop of Toraise was sent fore. And than was the joye grete therynne that never before was ther seyn gretter. And than com Merlin and spake to the kynge heringe alle that were therynne, "Sir, ye wolde gladly knowe what we be and to whom ye have yoven youre doughter." And the kynge that it so moche desired that yet wende it not to have knowen, seide certeynly, that gladly wolde he wite yef it were hir plesier. "Now knoweth wele," quod Merlin, "and alle tho that it will heren, that ye have yoven youre doughter to Arthur, the Kynge of Bretaigne, the sone of Kynge Uterpendragon; and thei owe hym homage, bothe ye and alle the barouns of this reame. Now let hem don it, alle tho that will hym honour. And after shall we go the gladlyer and the more wightly to turneyen agein these sarazins that this londe do werryen and wolde take and distroien; but it shall be otherwise than thei wene. And also I do yow to undirstonde that these two noble men ben bretheren and also kynges crowned, and that oon is cleped the Kynge Ban of Benoyk, and that other the Kynge Boore of Gannes, and [thei] be comen of the heighest lynage that eny man knoweth. And alle these other felowes beth the sones of erles and barouns and castelleynes." Whan the Kynge Leodogan and the other felowes undirstode that this was the Kynge Arthur, thei weren so gladde that never hadde thei so grete joye beforn. And the two kynges com first before hym and dide hym homage, and after the Kynge Leodogan and alle the other barouns; and thei made the feste of the mariage so riall that never in that londe was seyn soche. But over alle other was the Quene Gonnore gladde of hir newe lorde. And that nyght Merlin lete hymself be knowen of the Knyghtes of the Rounde Table withoute eny moo. And whan the Kynge Leodogan hym knewe, he seide that God in this worlde hadde sente hym goode eure that to so noble and worthi man hadde hym yove the love and aqueyntance. "And from hensforth, gode Lorde God, do with me Thy wille, seth my londe and my doughter is be sette in so noble wise to the worthiest of the worlde." Thus seide the Kynge Leodogan;and than after thei yede to bedde for to reste. And on the morowe the kynge sente the knyghtes into tho parties as Merlin hym taught whereas the peple of Kynge Rion sholde a**emble, and than devised his wardes of his bataile whereof were ten. In the firste warde, whereas the dragon was, was the Kynge Arthur and the Kynge Ban and the Kynge Boors and her forty felowes; and so were the Knyghtes of the Rounde Table and so many of other that thei were seven thousand men right well armed. And the seconde warde ledde Guyomar, the kynges cosin, with seven thousand men of armes. The thridde warde ledde Elunadas, a yonge lorde that was nevew to the Wise Lady of the Foreste Saunz Retour. The fourthe bataile ledde Blios, the lorde of Cloadas, a merveillouse castell, and were with hym seven thou- sand men of armes and horse of prise. The fifth warde ledde Aridolus, a knyght of grete renoun, and weren also seven thousand men. The sixte bataile ledde Belcys le Loys, that was inough riche and puyssaunt, and hadde with hym also seven thousand men of armes well horsed. The seventh bataile ledde Ydiers of the londe of Norwey, to whom the feire aventure fell in the courte of Kynge Arthur of the five ringes that he drough oute of the deed knyghtes honde that asked vengaunce, that never knyght that was in that court myght have, as the tale shall yow declare hereafter; and he hadde in hys companye seven thousand, and he was a noble knyght and an hardy. The eighth bateile ledde Landons, the nevew of the stiward of Tamelide, that was a full noble knyght of his honde; and he ledde seven thou- sand in his companye soche as he hadde brought. The ninth bateile ledde Groinge Poire Mole, that was a noble knyght of his body, but he hadde no gretter nose than a cat; this chese oute seven thousand in whom he trusted. And the tenth bataile ledde the Kynge Leodogan and his stiwarde Cleodalis, that right wele cowde hym helpe; and were in her companye ten thousand, what oon and other, that wolde not fle for lif ne lym. Whan these batailes were dissevered that oon from that other and renged by hemself, thei devised whan thei shulde meve. And thus thei acorded that on the morowe after Pentecoste thei shulde move at the firste cok crowynge. And than thei rested all day and on the morn, for on the Witsonday the Kynge Leodogan helde court roiall for love of the barouns that ther were a**embled. And the thre kynges and Merlin satte togeder at the hede of the deyse; and before hem satte the two Gonnores that were wonder like, saf a litill that oon was heigher and fressher coloured, and that was Arthurs wif; and the better tonge she hadde, for she was of all the worlde the feirest speker and the beste, and also she hadde more heer than the tother Gonnore. But of alle other thinges thei resembled so like that unethe myght oon knowe that oon from that other. And after satte the felowes that Arthur hadde brought with the Knyghtes of the Rounde Table for chierté and gret love, for so wolde Merlin and Gynebans the Clerke. And whan thei hadde eten, thei wente to bedde; but litill while thei lay, for thei roos at mydnyght. Whan the armes of Kynge Arthur were brought, Gonnore hym helped for to arme right wele and feire, as she that right wele cowde her therof entermete; and hirself girde hym with his swerde. And whan the kynge was all armed saf his helme, she toke the spores and sette hem on bothe knelinge. And Merlin, that all this behilde, began to laughe and shewde to the two kynges how Gonnore hir entermeted and peyned hym to serve. And hir preised moche the twey kynges. But in the fin, she hadde a riche guerdon whan she loste the kynge hir lorde by mysaventure and by Bertelaux the traitour, as the book shall reherse hereafter. And while Merlin beheilde the maiden that served hir lorde, he lough and seide to the kynge as he that cowde all goode and full well cowde jape in myrthe and game, "Sir sire, never were ye so verily a newe knyght as ye be now, and ther ne faileth bot o thinge that ye were alle a newe knyght. And well may ye sey whanye departe hens that a maiden that is a kynges doughter and quenes hath made yow a newe knyght." "Sir," seide the kynge, "sey what thinge that is and my lady shall it do, but yef it be to grete a thinge or that she sholde therby have shame." "Certes, sire," seide the maiden full wisely, as she that [was] full well lerned, "in nothinge that I do to yow may I have no shame ne vilonye, for I knowe yow so noble and worthy and also curteyse that ye wolde me not requere nothinge that to vilonye shulde turne for the beste castell that ye have." "Lady," seide Merlin, "ye sey wisely. Never for nothinge that I have seide shall ye have no reprof ne that sholde turne yow to no shame." "What is it, than?" seide the kynge. "I pray yow telle me." "Sir," seide Merlin, "hit is the baisyers, yef to the lady it plese." "Certes," seide the kynge, "and for that shall I not leve to be a newe made knyght." "No," quod the maiden, "as for that shall I yow not lese, but that ye shull be myn and I yowrs. And why sholde ye therof me preyen, for also well it pleseth me as it doth to yow." Whan the kynge herde hir thus sey, he began to laugh. Than the kynge toke hir in armes and kissed hir swetly, as yonge peple that full well togeder loved. And than were the horse apareiled and brought forth. And Gonnore yaf hir lorde an helme of merveillouse bountee, and he sette it on his heed; and than ech comaunded other to God. And rode forth eche warde after other, the ganfanouns folden and the speres lowe, and rode a softe pas as Merlin hym guyded, as he that wele knewe alle the pa**ages. And the ten knyghtes that were gon before hadde taken mo than ten pantoneres that alle weren espies of the Kynge Rion, and bounde hem and sette hem in prison, and kepte so well the pa**ages that thei herde no tidinges. And so well spedde hym Merlin that the firste warde dide condite that thei come the Wednysday at nyght after the mydnyght into the hoste of Kynge Rion. And the nyght was right clere and stille, but the moone shone a litill trouble. And thei slepte strongeliche in the hoste for the tyme that relented, for on the day was right grete hete in the hoste, and therto thei hadden dronken inough. And Merlin sette in betwene the wode and the river, and comaunded that no man presse into the hoste till that thei herde an horne blowe. And as the wardes pa**eden over oon after another, Merlin abode hem alle and made hem close togeder. And than wente Merlin to the baner and toke an horne and blewe it so lowde that all the foreste and the river resownnded, that a man myght heere the horne well half a myle. Than Merlin cried, "Lady Seint Marie, praye to oure Lorde God, thi blissed Sone, that He now be oure helpe. Now sette on manly," quod he, "gentill knyghtes, for now shall it be sein who is noble and worthi; for I do yow to wete that ye be alle at the deth or at the lif, and noon ne hath no heede but he hit now deffende." And whan thei herde the horne, anoon thei slaked theire reynes and spored theire horse and smote into the hoste with grete ravyne. And ther ye sholde have sein tentes and pavilouns reverse to the grounde, for Merlin by crafte made soche a trobellion arise that ther lefte nother tente ne pavilon stondinge, but fellen upon theire heedes that lay withynne. And thei smyten into the hoste on alle parties, and slowgh and maymed what thei myght areche, for ther was made of hem grete slaughter er thei were aparceyved in the hoste what peple thei were, till that thei herde the brayes and the dolerouse cries as thei weren slain and mangeled of hem that of hir deth hadde no pitee. Than comaunded the heigh lordes to theire squyres to make theire horse redy thourgh the hoste, and thei so dide; and than thei ronne to armes hastely, and peyned hem harde to be smartly armed and soone. And as soone as thei myght be armed, thei a**embled at the tente of Kynge Rion, and blowen hornes and trumpes right harde. And the Cristin hadde so hurled amonge hem up and down that mo than thre thousande thei hadde so araied that never repeired thens, and [thei] chase the remenaunt to Kynge Rions tente ther thei made hir gaderinge; and ther thei stalled, for thei were moche peple and stronge. And than armed hem thei that were not armed, and tho apered the feire day and cleire. And than the wardes drowen up and appereilled hem in ordre, and eche gadered his peple aboute hym; and ther thei reised theire baners alofte that flekered in the wynde. And the bright sonne smote upon the bright armurs that it glistered so bright that merveile was to beholden. Whan the Kynge Rion saugh the damage that thei hadde hym don, he was nygh wode for ire, and satte upon a grete horse that was wonder stronge and swight, and hadde an ax hanginge at his sadill before that was grete and hevy of harde stiell, and rode up and down, devisinge who sholde go before and who sholde go behynde. And than he cleped Solynas, a knyght of grete prowesse and right hardy that was his nevew, and seide, "Solinas, thow shalt lede the first bataile with an hundred thousande men of armes of soche peple as ye will; and thow shalt go and avenge my shame and youre harmes." And he seide he wolde well, so that he wolde deserve of hym no blame. Than departed he that was wight and hardy and merveillouse stronge. And as soone as Merlin saugh hym come, he rode hym ageins with the dragon, and he hym disfigured in soche manere that no man saugh who it bar saf the thre kynges. Whan Merlin saugh that he com nygh, he seide to the Kynge Arthur, "Arthur," quod he, "now shall it be sene how well ye shull do, and loke that the kisse that youre love yow yaf be to somme solde so dere that ever after therof be spoken." And he ansuerde agein and seide that in hym sholde be no feyntise; and no more he ne seide. And than approched that oon bataile to that other right nygh, and than thei leide theire speres in fewtre and mette togeder with trenchaunt heedes upon the sheldes that ech hurte other and wounded and bar to the grounde. Ther dide the Kynge Arthur a pointe that moche was beholden. Whan Arthur saugh bothe parties so nygh approche, he smote the horse with the spores agein Jonap, a grete geaunt and merveillous stronge. And he saugh hym so come, he douted hym but litill, for he semed agein hym but a chielde. Thei com faste and rudely, and Arthur was smyte with Jonappes spere in the shelde so rudely that the shafte pa**ed thourgh his lifte flanke an arme lengthe; and Arthur smote hym agein so sore that thourgh shelde and sholdre he shof the trenchaunt spere; but the sarazin was so proude and of so grete strength that he made no semblaunt of no grevaunce. But [thei] hurteled togeder so rudely with theire bodyes and with the myght of theire horse that eche bar other to erthe, and the horse upon theire bodyes; and ther thei lay a longe while sore astonyed that the ton cowde telle no tidinges of the tother. Than ronne to the rescowse on bothe two sides; ther was many a grete spere crased and stronge stour of swerdes upon helmes and sheldes. Ther loste the geauntes more than the Cristin, but nevertheles, thei traveyled so on bothe parties that bothe were thei releved and sette on horse; and than began the stoure stronge and merveillouse. Ther dide the Knyghtes of the Rounde Table wondres, and the Forty Felowes, for agein hem myght endure noon harneys ne no kynge ne warde ne sheltron, were it never so clos. [Summary. A great and lengthy battle ensues between the Christians and King Rion's army. A young knight named Nascien performs deeds of great valor, and the writer notes that later on Nascien becomes a hermit and is the person who records the events of the Grail story, which he writes in a book that is "anexed to the booke that Blase wrote." During the battle Merlin rebukes Arthur for having done little, and shortly thereafter, Arthur spies King Rion among the throng and pursues him relent- lessly. Fols. 114v (line 13)-119r (line 14).] So longe Arthur enchased the Kynge Rion that he hym atteyned in a depe valey betwene a litill wode and a medowe at a pa**age of a litill brooke that comrennynge of two welle sprynges of a mountayne; and the sonne was so lowe that for the mounteynes and the wode hit was all derke. And ther overtoke Arthur the Kynge Rion, and than he cried, "Turne thee, cowarde geaunte, or thow shalt dye fleynge, for thow seist well ther is no moo here but thow and I." And whan the geaunte undirstode the kynge that so hym maneced, he helde therof grete dispite, for he saugh that he semed ageyn hym but a childe. Than he returned toward hym with his betell in his honde, and put his targe hym beforn that was of the bon of an olyfaunte; and the Kynge Arthur helde a shorte spere with a longe trenchaunt heede of sharp grounde steill. And [thei] ronne togeder wroth and maletalentif that oon agein that other, and that oon desiraunt of pris and honour, and that other covetouse to avenge hys shame and his harme. The Kynge Arthur com faste for he was meved from fer, and Rion hym abode with his betill in his honde; and Arthur hym smote so sore with this spere thourgh the shelde, though it were never so harde, that the stiell pa**ed through two plites of the hauberke on the lifte side, that the blode lepe oute grete foyson that all the shafte was covered in blode. But for no myght that he cowde shove myght he not make hym to remeve his sadill; and the spere splyndered in peces. And whan the geaunte felte hymselfe wounded, he gna**hed his teth and rolled his iyen that were grete swollen for ire and malentelent that he hadde; and he lifte up his betill of bra**e as he that was merveillouse grete and stronge above alle tho that eny man knewe in tho dayes; and as the boke seith, he was fourteen foote of lengthe, and half a palme betwene his browes, and was grete and lene and full of veynes and senewes, and was also so grym a figure that he was dredefull for to beholde. Whan Arthur saugh the geaunte lifte up his malle, he douted the stroke and ran to hym so rudely with the body of his horse that he bar to the erthe bothe Rion and his horse. But soone was he upon his foote, but first was Arthur garnysshed of his armes er the geaunt were reised; for Arthur was also fallen to groundewith the frayinge that thei hurteled togeder. And Arthur was wight and lifly, and yet hadde he not but twenty yere of age; and the Kynge Rion hadde moo than forty-two largely, and was grete and hevy by the thirde part more than he. And as soone as thei were up, thei ronne ther togeder; and Arthur griped Calibourne, his goode swerde that he pulde oute of the ston, wherewith that day he hadde yove many a stroke. And as soone as he hadde it drawen oute, hit yaf so grete light as it hadde ben a grete bronde of fire, and covered hym with his shelde and raught a stroke to the geaunte er he were covered upon the heede. And whan he saugh the stroke comynge, he caste the shelde ther agein, for sore he dredde the stroke of the swerde that he saugh so bright shynynge, for he knewe it was of right grete bountee. And the Kynge Arthur smote so in the malle that he helde before hym in bothe hondes that he kutte the helve asonder faste by the hede, and yet was it bounde with iren. The stroke was grete and rudely smyten and discended upon the corner of his shelde that he slitte it to the bok**; and with the plukkynge of his swerde agein to hym, he made the Kynge Rion for to stomble, that was sory for his brasen malle that he hadde so loste. And than he leide honde to his swerde that was oon of the beste of the worlde, for as the booke seith, it was som tyme Hercules, that ledde Jason into the Ile of Colchos for to fecche the flees of goolde; and with that swerde dide Hercules sle many a geaunte in that londe where Jason ledde Medea that so moche hym loved; but after, he hir failled, whereas Hercules hir dide helpe by his grete debo*ertee. And the booke seith that Vlcan iforged that swerde in the tyme of Adrastus, the Kynge of Greece, that many a day hadde in his tresour. This same swerde hadde Tideus, the sone of the Duke of Calcedoyne, that day that he dide the message to Ethiocles for Polemyte; and in his comynge homwarde with the same swerde he slowgh fifty at an hill. And after wente this swerde fro hande to hande and from heir to heir that now hath it the Kynge Rion that com of the lynage of Hercules that was so noble and hardy. Whan the Kynge Rion saugh his malle smyten asonder, he drough this swerde that was of so grete bountee; and as soone as it was oute of the skawberke, it caste so grete claretee that it semed a flame of fire; and the name of this swerde was Marmyadoise. And whan Arthur saugh the swerde that so flambed, he preised it moche in his herte and drough hym a litill up, hit to beholde, and coveyted it right sore, and thought that in goode houre were he born that it myght conquere. And whan the Kynge Rion saugh hym stonde so stille, he withstode and hym aresoned as ye shull here. "Sir knyght," quod he, "I wote never what thow art, but thow haste do grete hardynesse that me durste sue or chace alone withoute companye; and for the prowesse that I se in thee, I shall do thee grete curtesie that I dide never to no man. Yeve me that swerde and thyn armes and telle me thy name; and after thow shalt go quyte, for I have grete pité for to sle thee for that thow semest so yonge." Whan Arthur undirstode the wordes of the Kynge Rion, he hadde therof grete dispite, and ansuerde hym felly. "How wenest to take me so lightly, that I sholde yelde me recreaunt for that thow art so grete and so stronge! But ley down that swerde and tho armes and putte thee in my mercy, to do with thee my plesier outerly, for I thee a**ure but the deth." At these wordes lowgh the geaunte and turned the heede in traverse and asked hym what he was and what was his name, and conjured hym by his creaunce to sey the trouthe. And Arthur seide he wolde telle hym by covenaunt what he were; and he hym graunted. "Now knowe thow well," quod he, "that my name is Arthur of Bretaigne, the sone of Uterpendragon, that am come to chalenge this reame that is myn all quyte, for the Kynge Leodogan hath yove me hys doughter to my wif, and me have don homage alle the high barouns of this reame, and also he hymself. Now telle me what thow art, and what is thy name, for I have tolde the thee trouthe of myn." Quod the geaunte, "Seist thow trouthe that thow art Arthur, the sone of Uterpendragon, that slough Aungis before the Roche of Saisnes?" "Of the same, speke I withoute faile," quod Arthur. "I have made covenaunt," quod the geaunte, "that I shall telle thee myn name. I do thee to wite that I am the Kynge Rion of Iselonde and of alle the londes unto pastures and yef ferther, yef a man myght ferther pa**e. But oon may never pa**e till that the lawes be broken that Judas Makabeus ther sette; and as olde auncient seyn that thei shall never be hadde awey till the aventures begynne in the reame of Logres of the Seynt Graal; and it behoveth hym to caste to the portes of the Goulf of Sathanye that it be never seyn after, for it is so of soche maner that so it moste be fallen. Now I have tolde thee what I am. But I will never ete while I knowe thee on lyve, for by thee it is that I am thus disconfited and chased from the felde; and therfore shall I avenge my dooll yef I may." "So helpe me God," quod Arthur, "than shalt thow longe be fastinge, for that shall never falle that I shall be deed thourgh thee. And lo, here my swerde that thee deffieth to the deth! And yef thow be so hardy, take now the vengaunce of hym that thee diffieth to smyte of thyn heede." And whan the geaunte herde Arthur thus speke, he was so wroth that nygh he yede oute of his witte, and griped his shelde and com with his swerde in his honde and lifte it high to smyte Arthur on the helme. But he caste the shelde ther agein and lepte aside in the felde; and he smote so harde that a quarter fill to the erthe. And Arthur stepped forth and yaf hym soche a stroke by the lifte yie and made hym a grete wounde; and yef the swerde hadde not swarved, maymed hadde he ben for ever. Whan the geaunte felt hym wounded and saugh the blode raile downe by the lifte iye, he was nygh wode out of witte; and than he ran upon hym, for he wende to take hym in his armes. But Arthur dide lepe aside, for abide that wolde he not, and therwith raught hym a grete stroke; and ever he hym pursued with swerde in honde, but atteyne hym myght he not. And while thei demened hem in this manere, fill so that Nascien and Adragains and Hervy de Rivell com upon hem, that chaced six Sarazins full fiercely, andalle six were kynges; and that oon hight Cahainus, and that other Maltaillees, and the thirde Fernicans, and the forth Heroars, and the fifth Branremes, and the s**the the stronge Kynge Mahidrap. These six kynges com down the rocher sore hem diffendinge, and the swyfte horse com dryvinge like a tempest. And whan the tweyne that foughten herde this noyse and brunt of hem that fledden, and behelde and saugh the six kynges that the thre knyghtes chaced, the Kynge Rion was sore adredde, for he knewe tho that ther com, for he wiste well thei were noble and hardy; and yef he lenger ther abide, he knewe well that dye he moste. Than he com to his horse and lept up lightly, and in the lepinge up Arthur hym smote so harde that he kutte awey a quarter of his helme that the mailes of the hauberke apered all white, and astoned hym sore that he bowed on his horse nekke; and yef he myght have recovered another stroke, he hadde fallen of his horse to the erthe. But the horse was of grete force and aferde of the stroke, and turned to flight with the kynge down the roche. [Summary. Arthur chases Rion but is overtaken by the six kings who attack him. Arthur quickly hacks the arms off one of them and slices another clear down to his teeth; then Nascien and Adrageins and Hervey rush to Arthur's aid. The battle rages on, and a little later King Rion and Arthur once again confront each other. Fols. 120v (line 29)-122r (line 12).] Ther was slayin Mahidrap and Balfinnes and Gloriex and Mandones, where- fore the Kynge Rion was full wroth, for thei were his nygh kyn. And whan Kynge Rion saugh this myschaunce turne upon hym so grete, he was so wroth that nygh he was oute of his witte. And he helde his swerde naked and ran upon Arthur and wende to smyte hym on the heede; but he glenched aside, for sore he dredde the stroke of the geaunte. And he smote so harde in the shelde that he slitte it into the myddell; and whan that he wende to pulle agein his swerde, the Kynge Arthur smote hym on the arme that sore he hym hurte. And he lefte the swerde stykinge in the shelde, that sore felt hym hurte and was wode for wrath.And Arthur caste down the shelde with the swerde, for it dide hym but gref. And whan the geaunte saugh that he hadde so loste his swerde, he was full of grete sorowe, and ran upon Arthur with his horse and caught hym by the shuldres and wolde have hym born with force, and so he sholde have don yef he hadde leiser, for he was of grete strengthe. Whan Arthur felte the geaunte that so hym helde, he caste the swerde to the erthe, for he was ferde leste he sholde have taken it from hym by force, and than clippid his horse in bothe his armes aboute the nekke. And the geaunte pulled and drough, but he myght hym not arace from the sadell. And the Kynge Ban behelde and saugh the strif betwene the geaunte and Arthur, and anoon spored his horse that wey, for he hadde of hym grete drede. And [whan] the geaunte saugh hym come he lefte Arthur, for sore he douted the Kynge Ban, and ran upon hym with his handes that were grete and square. And the Kynge Ban hym smote with Corsheuse, his goode swerde, that he rente his hauberke betwene his sholderes and wounde hym right depe. And whan the Kynge Rion felt hym so sore wounded and saugh his felowes ly at erthe deed bledynge, he hadde grete drede, for he hadde nothinge hym to diffende, and turned the horse that was of gret bounté and wente fleynge as faste as he myght renne. And thei lete hym pa**e, for it was nyght. And he wente so wroth that for litill he hadde gon oute of witte. And he cursed his feith and his creaunce, and seide he wolde never cesse in all his age till that he were avenged; and as soone as he com into his contré he wolde sende for his grete hoste so that no londe sholde agein hym endure till he hadde confounded all Bretaigne and all the peple therynne, and take the Kynge Arthur and his helpers, and do hem be flayn all quyk. Thus wente Kynge Rion, makynge grete sorowe and weymentacion into his contrey. Whan the Kynge Ban socoured the Kynge Arthur from the Kynge Rion that so wolde aborn hym awey, he com to Arthur and asked hym yef he hadde eny harme; and he seide "Nay." Than seide Ban, "Where is youre swerde?" And Arthur seide it was at erthe, "For I caste it down as soone as the shrewe com rennynge on me to gripe me in his armes. And I have wonne the richest j**ell,and that I love more than the richest citee that I have." "What thinge is that?" seide the Kynge Ban. "That shall ye se anoon," quod Arthur. Than he sette foot to grounde and yede firste to Calibourne and putte it in the skaberke, whan he hadde dried it clene, and than com to his shelde where- ynne stake the swerde of Kynge Rion. And he drough it oute and toke the shelde and com to his horse and lepte up, and than shewde the swerde to the Kynge Ban. And it shone so bright that Arthur hadde therof grete joye, and preide God sende hym som aventure ther he myght it a**ay and prove yef it were so grete of bounté as it hadde bewtee. And thei were ner the citee than thei wende; but er thei com ther hem fill soche aventure that ther was noon so wight ne hardy but he hadde inough to done. But now resteth a litell of hem and speke of the Kynge Leodogan. [Summary. King Leodegan and his steward Cleodalis find themselves separated from the rest of their troops in the dark. The enemy attack them, k**ing Leodegan's horse; Cleodalis sets his lord on his own horse and urges him to ride to safety, but Leodegan will not go without him. By enchantment, Merlin raises a storm and con- founds the enemy. Meanwhile Arthur fights well using Marmyadoise, the sword he captured from King Rion. Then Merlin urges Arthur and the others to ride to the rescue of Cleodalis and Leodegan; Arthur's troop arrives at midnight and saves them. After losing several of their leaders, the enemy forces flee. Arthur's forces rest and eat, and then Arthur dispenses riches among his men. Then they ride toward the city of Toraise. Fols. 122v (line 23)-127r (line 30).] Whan the Kynge Arthur and his companye com to Toraise, thei were richely resceyved with grete honour. And ther thei sojourned two dayes. And the thridde day com the Kynge Leodogan to the Kynge Arthur and hym somowned to spousen his doughter Gonnore. And Merlin seide that he moste firste do another grete werke, and the kynge asked what. And Merlin seide that he moste firste pa**e into the reame of Benoyk, and tolde hym for what nede; but that was in counseile, for he wolde not have the thinge knowen of no man that sholde go thider. And whan he herde the nede, he praide hym to repeire agein as sone as he myght. AndMer- lin seide he neded not nothinge therof hym to prayen, and bad make hem redy, "for tomorowe moste we remove." Quod Arthur, "Shall we not abide the Kynge Bohors, that is at the Castell of Charroye?" Quod Merlin, "Ye shull abyde hym at Bredigan, youre castell." And Arthur seide that all sholde be at his wille. Than thei hem appareilleden, and on the morowe sette hem on here wey. And so departed the Kynge Leodogan and the Kynge Arthur, and kisten at the departynge. And Gonnore hym praide soone to come agein, "For never," quod [she], "shall I be in ese of herte unto the tyme that I yow se agein." And the kynge seide that he wolde he were come agein oute of the contrey. [Summary. Arthur, the Knights of the Round Table, and a force of 20,000 travel to Bredigan. In the meantime, King Ban and his brother Guynebans the Clerk have an adventure deep in a forest where they encounter an old knight, a lovely young woman, and carol dancers in a meadow. Guynebans is smitten by the woman's beauty; he tells her that if she will give him her love, he will make the dancers go on dancing until a knight comes who has never been false to his love, a knight who will be the best knight of his time. She agrees, and Guynebans begins his enchantments. He also makes a chessboard on which only a man who has never been false to his love can achieve checkmate. Ban then departs to rejoin Arthur; but Guynebans chooses to stay with the lady, and he remains with her for the rest of his life. Fols. 127v (line 12)- 128v (line 12).]