What that he was, this knycht? & he hym ſchewith

but the squire cannot tell.

He wiſt no thing quhat that he was, nore hee

[3140] Befor that day hyme neuer ſaw with Ee.

Than aſkith he, how and one quhat wyß

On gawanis horß makith hyme ſich ſeruice?

The ſqw[y]ar ſaith, “forſuth y wot no more;

[3144] My lord ws bad, I not the cauß quharfore.”

The black knight returns to the field.

The blak knycht, horſit, to the feld can ſew