theywereadozeninall，andfourwerehorsed。Ralphsethishandtohissword，buttheminstrelcriedout，“Nay，noweapons，noweapons！
Pulloutthylet-passagainandshowitinthinehand，andthenletuson。”
Sosayinghedrewawhitekerchieffromhishand，andtiedittotheendofhisridingstaff，andsorodetremblingbyRalph’sside：
therewiththeyrodeontogethertowardsthosemen，whomastheydrewnearertheyheardlaughingandjeeringatthem，thoughinatonguethatRalphknewnot。
Theycamesocloseatlastthatthewaylayerscouldseetheparchmentclearly，withthesealthereon，andthentheymadeobeisancetoit，asthoughitweretherelicofasaint，anddrewoffquietlyintothewoodonebyone。