Gawain," and he turned to his companion, "go up the road and fetch me the rope which binds the minister." The runaway was feeding peaceably by the highway.

Champernoun cut the old man's bonds, and laid him fainting on the grass.

He brought back with him a length of stout cord.
"Let the brute live," he said.

"Duck him and truss him up, but don't dirty your hands with him.

I'd as lief kill a woman as a monk." But Gaspard's smiling face was a rock.