The others had gone on; I'd been kept in, and it was nearly dark.

It was blowing hard, and when I got to the first rock here I thought it was going to blow me over.

So I went down on my hands and knees and was just going to crawl, when old Hirzel Mollet came down the other side with a great sheaf of wheat on his back.

He was taking it to the Seigneur for his tithes.

And then in a moment he gave a shout and I saw he was gone." "That was terrible.