Down the stairs she bore him, and then lifted him upon the tail of the cart, propping him up as best she could, and passing round him the end of one of the ropes that held the casks in place.

He breathed more freely in the open air, and she had fed him again before the carters came to supper.
"And you ?" he asked faintly.
"I shall walk," she whispered.

"Now wait, and make no noise, or they will kill you.

Are you comfortable ?" She could see that he nodded his head.
"We shall start presently," she said.
She went into the kitchen, waked Mommo, and made him swallow the rest of his wine.

He was easily persuaded that he had slept too long, and must be on the road.