The dusk was gathering, and already through the tiny windows the meagre lights gleamed upon the road and gave to the falling raindrops the look of steel beads.

Four days would now bring Wogan to Schlestadt.

The road was bad and full of holes.

He determined to go no farther that night if he could find a lodging in the village, and coming upon a man who stood in his path he stopped his horse.
"Is there an inn where a traveller may sleep ?" he asked.
"Assuredly," replied the man, "and find forage for his horse.

The last house--but I will myself show your Honour the way." "There is no need, my friend, that you should take a colic," said Wogan.
"I shall earn enough drink to correct the colic," said the man.