Now stood the lordë’s squiër at the board, That carv’d his meat, and heardë word by word Of all this thing, which that I have you said. “My lord,” quoth he, “be ye not evil paid, 2413 I couldë tellë, for a gownë-cloth, 2414 To you, Sir Friar, so that ye be not wroth, How that this fart should even 2415 dealed be Among your convent, if it liked thee.” “Tell,” quoth the lord, “and thou shalt have anon A gownë-cloth, by God and by Saint John.” “My lord,” quoth he, “when that the weather is fair, Withoutë wind, or perturbíng of air, Let 2416 bring a cart-wheel here into this hall, But lookë that it have its spokës all; Twelve spokës hath a cart-wheel commonly; And bring me then twelve friars, know ye why? For thirteen is a convent as I guess; 2417