He went to them. ‘Something to me, O Guare!’ says the jester. He passes by him. ‘Something to me, O Guare!’ says the leper. ‘Thou shalt have’, says Guare. He flings him his spears. ‘Something to me’, says the leper's fellow. Guare flings him his shield. ‘Something to me!’ says his other fellow. Guare flings him his mantle and his brooch and his girdle.