“Nay，myfriend，thouhastnoneedtolooksotroubled；
forthouseestthatIwasnotburned。Thisistheselfsamebodythatwastiedtothestakeinthemarketplaceoftheking’scitymanyayearago。
“Forthefriendsofmylord，youngmenforthemostpart，andmanywhohadbeenfaintobemyfriendsalso，putontheirarmour，andtookmylordoutofthecourteousprisonwhereinhewas，andcametotheGreatSquarewhenasIstoodnakedinmysmockboundamidthefaggots；andIsawthesheriffs’mengiveback，andgreatnoiseandrumourriseuparoundme：andthenallaboutmewasaclearspaceforamomentandIheardthetrampofthemanyhorse-hoofs，andthespacewasfullofweaponedmenshouting，andcryingout，’LifeforourLord’sLady！’Thenaminute，andIwaslooseandinmylord’sarms，andtheybroughtmeahorseandImounted，lesttheworstshouldcomeandwemighthavetoflee。
SoIcouldseemuchofwhatwenton；andIsawthatalltheunarmedfolkandlookers-onweregone，butatourbackswasagreatcrowdoffolkwithstavesandbowswhocriedout，’LifefortheLady！’
Butbeforeuswasnaughtbutthesheriffs’sergeantsandacompanyofknightsandmen-at-arms，aboutasmanyaswewere，andthekinginfrontofthem，fullyarmed，hisfacehiddenbyhishelm，andaroyalsurcoatoverhishauberkbeatenwithhisbearing，towit，asilvertoweronablueskybestarredwithgold。