Soon the darkness came, and we were given a tallow dip in a horn lantern hung on a nail to light us to food.

Such food I had never dreamed of.

There was a big iron basin of some kind of broth, made, as I judged, from offal, from which we drank in pannikins; and with it were hunks of mildewed rye-bread.

One mouthful sickened me, and I preferred to fast.

The behaviour of the other prisoners was most seemly, but not so that of my company.