1274 And to the horse he went him fair and well, And stripped off the bridle right anon. And when the horse was loose, he gan to gon Toward the fen, where wildë marës run, Forth, with “Wehee!” through thick and eke through thin. This miller went again, no word he said, But did his note, 1275 and with these clerkës play’d, 1276 Till that their corn was fair and well y-ground. And when the meal was sacked and y-bound, Then John went out, and found his horse away, And gan to cry, “Harow, and well-away! Our horse is lost: Alein, for Goddë’s bones, Step on thy feet; come off, man, all at once: Alas! our warden has his palfrey lorn.” 1277 This Alein all forgot, both meal and corn; All was out of his mind his husbandry: 1278 “What, which way is he gone?” he gan to cry.