Then nine men go on till they were on the Hill of Howth, to know what they might hear and see.
‘Be still (i.e. hearken) a while!’ says Manè Honeyworded.
‘What is that?’ asks Manè Unslow.
‘The sound of a good king's cavalcade I hear.’
‘By the gift of far sight, I see,’ quoth his comrade.
‘What seest thou here?’
‘I see there,’ quoth he, ‘cavalcades splendid, lofty, beautiful, warlike, foreign, somewhat slender, weary, active, keen, whetted(?), vehement(?), a good course that shakes a great covering(?) of land. They fare to many heights, with wondrous waters and invers.’