So I examined billhook and quarterstaff, and at last said I knew them.

They had been given to one Heregar, who had been outlawed and driven from the Moot even as I stood to watch the gathering as I passed by.
"Then his outlawry has ended here," said the collier.

"The wolves have devoured him." "Just as well," I said carelessly.

"Shall you take his staff and bill?
They are good enough." "Not I," said the man.

"It is ill meddling with strange men's weapons, most of all an outlaw's." "Mayhap you are wise," I said, and, casting down the things alongside the bones, went on.
Now I had looked all round, and saw that my old garments were gone, so that the man I had let go had at all events started away with them.