Then he stayed, and we fell on him and bound him without giving him a chance to cry out.

Whereon he told all, and it is an evil tale." He paused, and wiped his forehead, looking round as if he would have any man but himself tell it; but none else spoke.
"Yesterday Gymbert's men sawed the floor through and made this trapdoor.

Then they waited underneath, and the king fell, as they had expected, into the ready arms that waited him.

There were Gymbert and half a dozen of his men.

The cushion stayed his cry, and he was helpless.