1115 every thing as it should be. And shortly up they climbed all the three. They sattë stillë well a furlong way. 1116 “Now, Pater noster, clum,” 1117 said Nicholay, And “clum,” quoth John; and “clum,” said Alison: This carpenter said his devotión, And still he sat and bidded his prayére, Awaking on the rain, if he it hear. The deadë sleep, for weary business, Fell on this carpenter, right as I guess, About the curfew-time, 1118 or little more, For travail of his ghost 1119 he groaned sore, And eft he routed, for his head mislay. 1120 Adown the ladder stalked Nicholay; And Alison full soft adown she sped.