Clear the causeway, mad friar!" At that he threw down his staff.
"I go north also," he said, "to Orleans, if I may, for the foul 'manants' and peasant dogs of this country have burned the castle of Alfonse Rodigo, a good knight that held them in right good order this year past.
He was worthy, indeed, to ride with that excellent captain, Don Rodrigo de Villandradas.

King's captain or village labourer, all was fish that came to his net, and but two days ago I was his honourable chaplain.

But he made the people mad, and a great carouse that we kept gave them their opportunity.

They have roasted the good knight Alfonse, and would have done as much for me, his almoner, frock and all, if wine had any mastery over me.

But I gave them the slip.