I will nourish your son, as if he had been that one of my own whom Heaven has denied me.

Tarry a little, dear heart, and the Priest of Glede will be here to shrive you." Through the thicket there crawled a mighty figure, his yellow hair dabbled in blood, and his breath labouring like wind in a threshing-floor.

He lay down by Jehan's side, and with a last effort kissed him on the lips.
"Priest!" cried the dying Aelward.

"What need is there of priest to help us two English on our way to God ?".