Now let not the peace of
the Mote be broken. Let not man rise against man, or bear blade or
hand, or stick or stone against any. If any man break the Peace of
the Holy Mote, let him be a man accursed, a wild-beast in the Holy
Places; an outcast from home and hearth, from bed and board, from
mead and acre; not to be holpen with bread, nor flesh, nor wine; nor
flax, nor wool, nor any cloth; nor with sword, nor shield, nor axe,
nor plough-share; nor with horse, nor ox, nor ass; with no saddle-
beast nor draught-beast; nor with wain, nor boat, nor way-leading;
nor with fire nor water; nor with any world's wealth. Thus let him
who hath cast out man be cast out by man. Now is hallowed-in the
Folk-mote of the Men of the Dale and the Sheepcotes and the
Woodlands.'
Therewith he waved his sword again toward the four airts, and went
and sat down in his place. But presently he arose again, and said:
'Now if man hath aught to say against man, and claimeth boot of any,
or would lay guilt on any man's head, let him come forth and declare
it; and the judges shall be named, and the case shall be tried this
afternoon or to-morrow.
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