And at a straik the cheiff chyftayne he slew.

The Sotheron folk fled fast, and durst nocht byd;

Horssit thair king and off the feild couth ride

Agaynis his will, for he was laith to fle;595

In to that tyme he thocht nocht for to de.

Off his best men four thousand thar was dede,

Or he couth fynd to fle and leiff that stede.

Twenty thousand with him fled in a staill.

The Scottis gat horss, and folowit that battaill600

Throuch Cultir hope; or tyme thai wan the hycht,