At length I reached the gate of this enclosure.

It was open, and I led the horse along a sort of drive, on which were many chickens and a tethered sheep, which, bolting round a tree at our approach, became inextricably tangled in its rope.
In a court between a little church and other buildings, a grim old woman in a coloured head-veil looked at me out of a doorway.

I called to her that I had had an accident, and asked the favour of some washing-water and a bandage.

She stared at me in doleful wise, and shook her head.
'Water! Bring me water!' I insisted.
She went indoors and fetched a man of the same breed, whose eyes grew large and dull with horror at the sight of me.
Again I asked to be allowed to wash my head and face.
I heard the woman whisper: 'Shall I bring it ?' and the man reply: 'Let be! This blood-stained form is half a corpse already.

He will surely die.