"I see a light on ahead.

Let us push on and take refuge before we are wet to the skin." On reaching the house they saw that it was a wayside inn.
"We are in luck, Paolo," Hector said as he lifted the latch.
The door, however, was fastened, and on his knocking a voice asked, "Who is there at this time of night ?" "Travellers," Hector replied.

"Come, open the door quickly or we shall be wet to the skin!" and he emphasized his words by kicking at the door.
It was, however, a minute or two before it was opened, and Hector, who was becoming furious at this delay, had just taken his axe from his belt and was about to break the door in when it opened, and a man with a torch in one hand and a sword in the other stood on the threshold..