In evil water may he be dreynt!"
They rowed hard and sung thereto
With hevelow and rumbeloo.
The boat glided through the reeds and hissed among the stalks as it floated off into deep water.
The man-at-arms who had been pushing it scrambled over the flat stern drenched to his waist.
Hyla and Cerdic lay bound where they had been flung at the bottom of the boat as roughly and carelessly as sacks of meal.
They moved slowly over the deep black waters. "The priests'll wake to find the pies flown," said Huber, emphasising his remark with a lusty kick upon the prostrate Cerdic.
"What will they think?" asked some one.
"I neither know eke care. Perchance it will be thought the divill has took them to his own place."