acquitted themselves nobly, and sir Ralph Percy entered in so far among his enemies that he was closed in and hurt, and so sore handled that his breath was so short, that he was taken prisoner by a knight of the earl of Moray’s called sir John Maxwell.  In the taking the Scottish knight demanded what he was, for it was in the night, so that he knew him not, and sir Ralph was so sore overcome and bled fast, that at last he said:  ‘I am Ralph Percy.’  Then the Scot said:  ’Sir Ralph, rescue or no rescue I take you for my prisoner:  I am Maxwell.’  ‘Well,’ quoth sir Ralph, ’I am content:  but then take heed to me, for I am sore hurt, my hosen and my greaves are full of blood,’ Then the knight saw by him the earl Moray and said:  ’Sir, here I deliver to you sir Ralph Percy as prisoner; but, sir, let good heed be taken to him, for he is sore hurt.’  The earl was joyful of these words and said:  ‘Maxwell, thou hast well won thy spurs.’  Then he delivered sir Ralph Percy to certain of his men, and they stopped and wrapped his wounds:  and still the battle endured, not knowing who had as then the better, for there were many taken and rescued again that came to no knowledge.

      [1] Or, according to another reading, ‘Cocherel.’

Now let us speak of the young James earl of Douglas, who did marvels in arms or he was beaten down.  When he was overthrown, the press was great about him, so that he could not relieve, for with an axe he had his death’s wound.  His men followed him as near as they could, and there came to him sir James Lindsay his cousin and sir John and sir Walter Sinclair and other knights and squires.  And by him was a gentle knight of his, who followed him all the day, and a chaplain of his, not like a priest but like a valiant man of arms, for all that night he followed the earl with a good axe in his hands and still scrimmished about the earl thereas he lay, and reculed back some of the Englishmen with great strokes that he gave.  Thus he was found fighting near to his master, whereby he had great praise, and thereby the same year he was made archdeacon of Aberdeen.  This priest was called sir William of North Berwick:  he was a tall man and a hardy and was sore hurt.  When these knights came to the earl, they found him in an evil case and a knight of his lying by him called sir Robert Hart:  he had a fifteen wounds in one place and other.  Then sir John Sinclair demanded of the earl how he did.  ‘Right evil, cousin,’ quoth the earl, ’but thanked be God there hath been but a few of mine ancestors that hath died in their beds:  but, cousin, I require you think to revenge me, for I reckon myself but dead, for my heart fainteth oftentimes.  My cousin Walter and you, I pray you raise up again my banner which lieth on the ground, and my squire Davie Collemine slain:  but, sirs, shew nother to friend nor foe in what case ye see me in; for if mine enemies knew it, they would rejoice, and our friends discomforted.’  The two brethren of Sinclair and sir James Lindsay