Were Weak and Happy and Loading?

We stuffed a pillow over the old man's face while he slept and Hanged him to a tree afterward in an ecstasy of hatred which spent itself on him. But we finished it and never went back to the forest behind the castle where the two bodies still hang for all I know. Weak and happy and laughing we lay all day in the Sun near the gates Waiting for someone to come into the room. We were there long enough for the ivy on the house to grow a quarter inch before Someone came to rescue us. When our rescuer finally arrived one evening It was John who freed us.