The hostiler answered him anon,
210And seyde, ‘sire, your felawe is agon,
As sone as day he wente out of the toun.’
This man gan fallen in suspecioun,
Remembring on his dremes that he mette,
And forth he goth, no lenger wolde he lette,
Unto the west gate of the toun, and fond
A dong-carte, as it were to donge lond,
That was arrayed in the same wyse
As ye han herd the dede man devyse;
And with an hardy herte he gan to crye
220Vengeaunce and Iustice of this felonye:
‘My felawe mordred is this same night,
And in this carte he lyth gapinge upright.
I crye out on the ministres,’ quod he,
‘That sholden kepe and reulen this citee;
Harrow! allas! her lyth my felawe slayn!’
What sholde I more unto this tale sayn?
The peple out-sterte, and caste the cart to grounde,
And in the middel of the dong they founde
The dede man, that mordred was al newe.
|“The owner of the barn soon appeared and said, ‘Sir, your friend has already left. He woke up early this morning and split.’ Remembering his dreams from last night, the pilgrim was suspicious and ran to the west gate of the town. There, he found a cart of dung intended to be used as fertilizer, just as his friend had described in the dream. Outraged, he cried out at the top of his lungs for vengeance and justice. ‘Police! Help! My friend was murdered last night, and his body lies in this cartload of dung. Police!’ The townspeople rushed out, tipped over the cart, and found the man’s body buried beneath a ton of dung.|
230O blisful God, that art so Iust and trewe!
Lo, how that thou biwreyest mordre alway!
Mordre wol out, that see we day by day.
Mordre is so wlatsom and abhominable
To God, that is so Iust and resonable,
That he ne wol nat suffre it heled be;
Though it abyde a yeer, or two, or three,
Mordre wol out, this my conclusioun.
And right anoon, ministres of that toun
Han hent the carter, and so sore him pyned,
240And eek the hostiler so sore engyned,
That thay biknewe hir wikkednesse anoon,
And were an-hanged by the nekke-boon.
|“The police immediately arrested and tortured the man who owned the cart as well as the man who owned the oxen barn, who was stretched out on the rack. Both men eventually confessed their crime and were hanged by their necks. Oh bless the Lord, who is so just and true! He always reveals murder. Murder is unholy and abominable to God, who is so just and reasonable, that he won’t allow it to remain hidden away. Even if it takes a year or two or three, I know that God will always make it be known.|