The knots thus far, in Crowley's experience, have proved to be co-operative. By and large. Admittedly, his perspective is skewed, since he rather tends to assume that the lashings will come undone easily enough - and the lashings haven't the guts to say or do otherwise.

This set doesn't break tradition, allowing themselves to be untied with a minimum of difficulty. Once done, Crowley glances over at Wellard, and with a nod, they both begin shuffling towards the next set of ties, pulling in the outer corners of the sail with them as they go. It's the work of a few moments to secure the corner to a point along the top edge, folding the sail inwards, and then work on the second set of lashings can begin.