CHAPTER 7: Flight.
After leaving Count Platurn, with the most sincere thanks for his kindness, Fergus went to a clothier's, where he bought clothes suitable for a trader, with warm undergarments, and an ample cloak lined with warm, though cheap, fur, and carried these to his inn.
The rest of the day was spent in strolling about, and in examining the public buildings and art galleries.
The next morning he paid his reckoning and, taking his small trunk in one hand and his fur cloak in the other, started; wearing the coat he had first purchased as he thought that, crossing the defiles into Saxony, he might very well need that as well as his cloak.

As the western gate was the one nearest to his inn, it was not long before he issued out and, walking briskly, came in three-quarters of an hour to a wood.
As there was no one in sight along the road, he turned in here and changed his clothes.

Then, leaving those he had taken off behind him, he continued on his way, and in less than half an hour approached a village, which he learned from a man he met was Gulnach.

He waited by the roadside for a quarter of an hour, and then saw a man galloping towards him, leading a riderless horse.

He drew rein as he came up.
"What are you waiting here for ?" he asked.
"Platurn," Fergus replied.
"That is right, sir.