Þat sh[e w]ere[60] yeuen un-kyndelike.
She sees a great light.
O nith saw she þer-inne a lith,
A swiþe fayr, a swiþe bryth,
Al so brith, al so shir,
So it were a blase of fir.
She lokede no[r]þ,[61] and ek south,
It comes out of Havelok’s mouth.
And saw it comen ut of his mouth,
Þat lay bi hire in þe bed: