be here, come from the grete north weghe, & were sent
toward the kynge of the lande, whiche was oncle to the
proude mayden in loue, whiche is oure ladye & maystresse.'
¶ Blanchardyn, right Ioyouse, knewe fulsone
the prouost, & thought that sone ynought he sholde
here of hym som goode tydynges of that thynge whiche
he most desyred in this worlde / But the prouost knewe
not blanchardyn the same tyme, by cause he was made
blak, disfigured & sore chaunged of face by strengthe
of the sonne / but trowed that he had ben a sarrasyne
as other were / Thenne cam blanchardyn nyghe the
bordours of the galley, & toke the prouoste by the hand,
& made hym to come wythin his ship. Of dyuerses
thynges he questyoned hym, but the prouost ansuered
ferfully, for he doubted them sore. So prayed he to
blanchardyn, after he had exposed vnto hym of whens
he cam & what he was, that he wolde doo them no
harme. Blanchardyn right humbly aysuered hym &
sayde / 'ffrende, take no feere at all, for nother damage
nor euyl shal not be don to you nor to non of yours,
for I shal myself conueye you yf nede be' / the prouost
thanketh hym moche & was right glad. 'Sir,'
sayde blanchardyn to the prouost, 'ye haue tolde me
that ye be of the cite of tourmaday. I pray you that
ye wyl telle me in what regyon & what marche it is
sette, and who is lord there. I praye you to telle me
the trouth of it' / þe prouost thenne seeng þat feabli he
myght speke without doubte or fear, he dyde reherce
unto blanchardyn al a longe, how þe royalme of tourmaday
was come to a doughter full fayre and goode,
that made her self to be called the proude pucelle in
amours, that neuer wolde wedde kynge, duc, nor erle,
how grete that he were; & that for the loue of a gentyl
knyght that not longe agoo cam and socoured her in
her werre, that she had and yet hath ayenst the kynge
Alymodes, that wolde haue her to his wyff. 'But,