So hanged Michael was; doubt not but it was done in the best manner, and there he was left hanging.
Now, that night of Maundy Thursday the cure of Clisson was in his chamber and was about to go to bed.

But as he made ready for bed he heard, from a corner of the chamber, a clear voice saying, "Go forth and cut down the Scots man-at-arms who was hanged, for he yet lives." The cure, thinking that he must be half asleep and dreaming, paid no manner of regard to these commands.

Thereon the voice, twice and thrice, spoke aloud, none save the cure being present, and said, "Go forth and cut down the Scots man-at-arms who was hanged, for he yet lives." It often so chances that men in religion are more hard of heart to believe than laymen and the simple.

The cure, therefore, having made all due search, and found none living who could have uttered that voice, went not forth himself, but at noon of Good Friday, his service being done, he sent his sexton, as one used not to fear the sight and company of dead men.

The sexton set out, whistling for joy of the slaying of the Scot, but when he came back he was running as fast as he might, and scarce could speak for very fear.