For this reason, before we offered to land on the Ringing Island, Pantagruel was of opinion that we should go in the pinnace to a small rock, near which we discovered an hermitage and a little garden.

There we found a diminutive old hermit, whose name was Braguibus, born at Glenay.

He gave us a full account of all the jangling, and regaled us after a strange sort of fashion--four livelong days did he make us fast, assuring us that we should not be admitted into the Ringing Island otherwise, because it was then one of the four fasting, or ember weeks.

As I love my belly, quoth Panurge, I by no means understand this riddle.

Methinks this should rather be one of the four windy weeks; for while we fast we are only puffed up with wind.