CHAPTER IX.
As soon as the sufferer's condition would permit, Kuni left her, went to the window of the taproom in The Blue Pike, and surveyed its inmates.
Most of them were already asleep on heaps of straw, which were raised at the head by chairs turned upside down.

The richer guests had gone to the bedrooms, which, however, they were obliged to share with several others.

Some of the strollers were lying on the floor with their knapsacks under their heads.

A few of the musicians were still lingering over the wine which the travelling merchants and artisans had ordered for them.

Others had gone with some of the vagrants into the little wood beyond the meadow, where they danced, fiddled, and sang.
Their loud shouts were borne by the cool night breeze to the sufferer in the cart.