205 A note of the peril of that country,

Unto the duke, who rides there, he said: 'My lord, why do you so? We hope, you come never under Christ's reign, but are their worst enemy, we ween, that works such a woe. You do not come never good, but rather the ill, we hope, you be fully seized by the devil.'

Sir Gowther waxes pen through.
 