The Swine Turned Normans to My Comfort

Swine turned Normans to my comfort, Quathgar said. But how call you the sow when she is flayed and drawn and cordoned and hung up by the heels like a traitor? Pork answered the swine herd. I am very glad every fool knows that too, said Wamba. And pork, I think, is good Norman French. Wherefore, Ger, I advise thee to call off fangs and leave the herd to their destiny. Whether they meet with bands of travelling soldiers or of outlaws, or wandering pilgrims, can be little else than to be converted into Normans before mourning,. to die no small leaves in comfort.