Stiff with cold, with no other covering than a worn-out shirt, he none the less resumed his singing, happy to suffer and thus to accustom himself the better to understand the words of the Crucified One.[19] Not far away was a monastery.

He entered and offered his services.

In those solitudes, peopled often by such undesirable neighbors, people were suspicious.

The monks permitted him to make himself useful in the kitchen, but they gave him nothing to cover himself with and hardly anything to eat.

There was nothing for it but to go away; he directed his steps toward Gubbio, where he knew that he should find a friend.
Perhaps this was he who had been his confidant on his return from Spoleto.