If unlucky his fate,
There is no time the book now to hide;
For the Abbot's so near,
There would surely appear
Something wrong if to hide it he tried.
So he shut it up gently and seemed wrapt in mystery,
Though all his thoughts dwelt on the marvellous history
Of George and the Dragon, who, Saint though he be,
He heartily wished in the depths of the sea.
Then spake he aloud as the Abbot drew near