Cap. VII. How Raymondin, by the counseyl of the lady, went to Poytiers.
RAymondyn lepte vpon his hors, and the lady dressed and putte hym in to the high way of Poytiers, and [he] departed fro the lady. And at departyng Raymondyn was ful sory, For he loued alredy so moche her felawship, that wel wold euer haue be with her. Thenne thinkynge, he byganne fast to ryde toward the Cite of Poyters. And the said lady retourned toward the said Fontaynne, where the two other ladyes were, & abode her there / of whicℏ ladyes thystory leueth here to speke/.
NOw saith thystorye, that Raymondyn rode so fast that soone he was comme into Poytiers, where he [folio 18] founde many one that were retourned fro the chasse, whicℏ demanded of hym, 'where is my lord?' 'how,' said thanne Raymondyn / 'is he not comme?' / and they ansuerd̛ 'nay.' And he said to them, 'I sawe hym neuer syn that the grete chasse bygan, and that the bore scaped fro the houndes.' And while that they spak of this matere among̘ them alle / the hunters & other folk arryued there fro the chasse, som now and thenne, the whiche all said as Raymondyn had sayd. And som said that neuer they had seen suche & so meruayllous a chasse, ne so horryble a bore. And many one said that the bore was comme fro somme other land, For none so grete / nor that ranne so fast sawe they neuer. Thanne was euery man meruaylled / how