Xxviii

Then mounted he upon his Steede againe, And with the Lady backward sought to wend; That path he kept which beaten was most plaine, Ne ever would to any by-way bend, But still did follow one unto the end, The which at last out of the wood them brought. So forward on his way (with God to frend)° He passed forth, and new adventure sought; Long way he travelled, before he heard of ought.