A defenceless girl--my daughter! By good St.Anthony, if he crosses my path again it shall be for the last time.

I will--" "Hush, I pray you, good husband," said his wife more gently, though from the way in which she clasped her daughter to her breast it was plain she had been deeply moved by the story of her peril.
"Remember what the Scriptures say: 'Thou shalt not kill,' 'Vengeance is mine,' and many like passages--" But the woman stopped suddenly short, silenced by the grip of her husband's hand upon her arm.

A quick look was exchanged between them, and she lapsed into silence.
The farmer glanced round him, and dismissed the serving wenches and labourers who had gathered round to their own quarters, and indeed in many cases to their beds; for early hours were all the fashion in those days.

The farmer's wife beckoned her daughter, and went to prepare for the lodging of their guest; and before very long Paul found himself in a bed which, however rude according to our notions, was luxury itself to the weary traveller.
The smith soon saw to his hurts, pronounced them only trifling, and bound them up as cleverly as a leech would have done.

Indeed, he was the regular doctor for most kinds of hurts, and could practise the rude surgery of the day with as much success as a more qualified man.
Paul had been weary enough half-an-hour before, but the good food he had taken and the hot spiced wine had effectually aroused him.
He was very tough and well seasoned, and although glad enough to lie still in bed, was not particularly disposed for sleep; and when the smith was preparing to depart, he begged him to stay a while longer, and tell him something about the place and about the people he had come amongst.