Une sente torne à senestre,”
and leads him to a place where he finds
“dan Belin
Le moton qui se reposoit,”
and whom he persuades to go with him, thus avoiding, he suggests, being eaten by his owners. A third member, the donkey, is soon added to their party:
“En lor chemin en sont entrè,
Mes il n’orent guères erré,
Qant trovent Bernart l’archeprestre
En un fossé les cardons pestre,”
and he is easily persuaded to follow. They enter the forest. Night comes. Where shall they find shelter? Why should we, Reynard remarks, look for any other “ostel” than the fine grass under this tree?