As thick as ever did hail or snow.
Then kneeled our King down, in that stound,[95]
And all his men on every side:
Every man made a cross and kissed the ground,
And on their feet fast gan abide.
Our King said, "Sirs, what time of the day?"
"My Liege," they said, "it is nigh Prime."
"Then go we to our journey,
By the grace of Jesu, it is good time:
For saints that lie in their shrine