“My daughter dwelleth therein,—I prythee tell her I 'm an old man now. I am fain to cross the river.”
“I will,” said the sick man.
So they were silent until the setting of the sun. Then said Long Will out aloud:—
"By Christ—I will become a pilgrim,
And wander as wide as the world reaches,
To seek Piers the Ploughman that Pride might destroy—
... Now Kynde me avenge,
And send me success and salvation till I have Piers Ploughman."
So, after the sun was set, that other brother came forth, and the prior.
“Said I not so, that he would be gone about now?” quoth the brother.
“Yea,” smiled Brother Owyn. “Hath gone on pilgrimage. This long-legged lad 's more than he seems. Prythee let him go, prior. He 's a poet,—will one day bring honour to Malvern Priory.”
EVERYMAN'S LIBRARY
A LIST OF THE 896 VOLUMES
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