This is some more from Highways & Byways of Northumberland. This legend gives an insight into monkish life. I love some of the spelling- phonetic, so tells us how they used to speak.
“This is a sandstone pillar, the remains of an ancient cross at the base of which used to be the words so familiar in the neighbourhood:
O horrid dede
To kill a man for a pigg’s hede
… A monk from Tynemouth went once to Seaton Delaval and int eh kitchen was a pig roasting, the favourite food apparently of the master. The monk want the head and the cook represented the impossibility of his desire. when his back was urned he monk cut off the head – was not the smell and crackling irresistible, … He ran off with it hoping to get to the monastery 6 miles away, before the theft was known to the master. At Monkeseaton a house is still shown where he rested. Delaval came home from the hunt and was furious at the loss of his titbit. He mounted his horse, and, galloping, came up to the monk, whom he belaboured so hard that he could not reach the monastery. The brethren going in search found him half dead. He was carried poor lover of good things to the Priory, and his death taking place within a year and a day, it was asserted that the beating caused it. Delaval was charged by the monks with the murder and before he could receive absolution, was obliged to make over certain lands to the monastery and to set up this cross, always known as the Rode Stane, in expiation of his violence. Thus the holy mango their own back, and this curious stone remains for posterity to ponder on the frailties that linger in the dedicated soul.
It seems rather unfair to punish the lord when the monk was a thief.