'Listen, O my son!' he called out to the person who had let us in.

'It is true what I have often told to thee.
This Englishman knows all about it.

So does all the world, except such blockheads as thyself and thy companions.' His son begged to be excused a minute while he put his crops into the barn.

Therewith he dragged a sack out of the room.

What crops he may have grown I do not know; but this I know--the contents of that sack clanked as he dragged it out.
When he returned, he brought a bowl of eggs cooked in clarified butter, two slabs of bread, and a great jug of water, apologising for the coarseness of the fare.