For alle was joye that with hem ferde,
And myche solempnyté he herde.’
The procession welcomed Owain, and led him about, showing him the beauties of that country:—
‘Hyt was grene, and fulle of flowres
Of mony dyvers colowres;
Hyt was grene on every syde,
As medewus are yn someres tyde.
Ther were trees growyng fulle grene
Fulle of fruyte ever more, y wene;
For ther was frwyte of mony a kynde,