And a complaint came unto the abbot of this action of Owlglass, and he called him and spake unto him after this wise: “What a vile and doubly condemned knave art thou, that thou wilt not let such enter in that unto the convent do belong.” “Reverend Lord Abbot,” answered Owlglass, “lo! unto the fourth have I let them enter, according as thou didst signify unto me. Thy words have I fulfilled with great diligence.” “Like unto a knave hast thou fulfilled those words of mine,” said the abbot, and would fain have again been free of him. Then the abbot appointed another door-keeper, for he marked well that Owlglass would not hold from his ancient beguilings. And he gave unto him another office, and bade him count the monks in order as they gat them down unto matins, and he spake unto him, saying: “And behold, if thou dost overlook one of them then must thou get thee hence.” Then said Owlglass to the abbot: “Verily is this a heavy business; yet an if none other hath command to do it, must I fulfil it as well as may be.”
Thereafter brake he privily by night some boards from the staircase, by the which the monks came down unto the chapel. Now the Prior of that convent was an old man and a pious, and ever was he the first the which entered into the chapel to be at matins. And he came unto the stairs and sought the steps the which by Owlglass had been broken away, and found them not, but fell through and brake his leg. Then cried he out with a loud voice, so that all the other monks ran with great haste unto that place to see what had come to pass, and fell one after the other over the prior. Then did Owlglass get him unto the abbot, and said unto him: “Most reverend sir! I have fulfilled mine office as thou wouldst have from me.” Therewith gave Owlglass unto the abbot the piece of wood, the tally on the which he had nicked down the number of the monks as he stood thereby. And the abbot said unto him: “Like unto a most vile knave hast thou fulfilled my command; get thee now straightway forth from this place.” So Owlglass departed, and put from him his monk’s frock, and came unto Möllen, where he thereafter lay sick and died.
_How that when at Möllen Owlglass lay sick, his mother came unto him._