The stable down below is large enough! Haven't you a heap of straw for a poor brother in Christ?
I need nothing more; I've brought food with me." The smith lowered his eyes in embarrassment.

He was not hospitable.

No stranger had rested under his roof, and everything that disturbed his seclusion was repugnant to him.

Yet he could not refuse; so he answered coldly: "I live alone here with my boy, but if you wish, room can be made." The monk accepted as eagerly, as if he had been cordially invited; and after the horses and groom were supplied with shelter, followed his host into the sitting-room next the shop, and placed his saddle-bags on the table.
"This is all right," he said, laughing, as he produced a roast fowl and some white bread.

"But how about the wine?
I need something warm inside after my wet ride.