[THE INDUCTION.
“WhatConstantinewas this,” quothInquisition, “that was made away by this miserableVortiger?” “NotHelline’ssonne,” saydMemorie, “but an impe descended out of her loines, who for his soft spirit was made a monke atS. SwithensinWinchester; and afterward, his eldest brother being dead, he was taken out and made king. He made mention of two brethren,” saydInquisition, “who ariuing atTotnessedid binde the saidVortigerfor making away the younge king, what were they, knowe you?” “Yea,” quothMemory, “they were the brethren of the vnfortunateConstantine, who fled out of the realme for feare of that cruelVortiger: and afterwarde obteyning succour beyonde the sea came with a nauie and obteyned the reuenge of their so deadly enemie. And when the eldest, calledAurelius Ambrose, had raygned nienteene yeares, he dyed, as some wryte, by poyson, without issue. Then the youngest, namedVter Pendragon, tooke vnto him the rule of this realm.” “Vter Pendragon,” quothInquisition, “doo you meane the great kingArthur’sfather? he is here, and hath sued vnto me to be a meanes that his fall might be knowne vnto the worlde.” “Let him,” saytheMemory, “speake his minde, for his story is exceedyng necessary for this present time.” Wherewith he bearing still about with hym his amorous lookes, said as foloweth.]