When he had made his orison before an image of Our Lady, he cometh to
the coffin and openeth it as fast as he may, and seeth the knight, tall
and foul of favour, that therein lay dead. The cloth wherein he was
enshrouded was displayed all bloody. He taketh the sword that lay at
his side and lifteth the windingsheet to rend it at the seam, then
taketh the knight by the head to lift him upward, and findeth him so
heavy and so ungain that scarce may he remove him. He cutteth off the
half of the cloth wherein he is enshrouded, and the coffin beginneth to
make a crashing so passing loud that it seemed the chapel were falling.
When he hath the piece of the cloth and the sword he closeth the coffin
again, and forthwith cometh to the door of the chapel and seeth mount,
in the midst of the grave-yard as it seemed him, great knights and
horrible, and they are appareled as it were to combat, and him thinketh
that they are watching for him and espy him.