The wife came leaping in with a run. "Alas!" she said, your horse is going to the fen with wild mares, as fast as he can gallop. Curses on the hand that bound him so poorly, he should have tied the rein better." 4083
"Alas!" said John. "By the Cross, Alan, lay down your sword, and I will mine alsa. I am nimble, God knows, as a deer. By God, he shall not escape us bath! Why had you not pit the nag in the barn? A curse on you, Alan. You are a fool." 4089