Save only Ector, which that is the beste.
And yet his lyf al lyth now in my cure,
But swich is love, and eek myn aventure.
107. Ne me to love, a wonder is it nought;
For wel wot I my-self, so god me spede,
745
Al wolde I that noon wistë of this thought,
I am oon the [fayreste], out of drede,
And goodlieste, who-so taketh hede;
And so men seyn in al the toun of Troye.