Off his hye grace the causs to tak on hand.315
Our the wattyr he swame to the south land;
Arayede him sone; the sessone was rycht cauld,
For Piscis was in tyll his dayis of auld.
[Our thwort the Kerss to the Torwode he yeide;]
A wedow thar duelt that helpyt him in neid.320
Thiddyr he come or day begouth to daw,
Till a wyndow, and prewaly couth caw.
Thai sperd his nayme; bot tell thaim wald he nocht,
Quhill scho hir selff ner till his langage socht.