I Saw That
I Should Have To Get Out Beyond The Market Gardens, And That It Might
Be A Mile Or Two Before I Found Any Rest.
A clock struck one.
I looked
up and saw it was from the belfry of one of those new chapels which
the monks are building everywhere, nor did I forget to curse the monks
in my heart for building them. I cursed also those who started
smelting works in the Moselle valley; those who gave false advice to
travellers; those who kept lions and tigers in caravans, and for a
small sum I would have cursed the whole human race, when I saw that my
bile had hurried me out of the street well into the countryside, and
that above me, on a bank, was a patch of orchard and a lane leading up
to it. Into this I turned, and, finding a good deal of dry hay lying
under the trees, I soon made myself an excellent bed, first building a
little mattress, and then piling on hay as warm as a blanket.
I did not lie awake (as when I planned my pilgrimage I had promised
myself I would do), looking at the sky through the branches of trees,
but I slept at once without dreaming, and woke up to find it was broad
daylight, and the sun ready to rise. Then, stiff and but little rested
by two hours of exhaustion, I took up my staff and my sack and
regained the road.
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