I fled from women, but in vain, for every object recalled them to me." While he was writing his chronicle, a terrible war, at once foreign and domestic, laid waste the Penguin land.

The soldiers of Crucha came to defend the monastery of Beargarden against the Penguin barbarians and established themselves strongly within its walls.

In order to render it impregnable they pierced loop-holes through the walls and they took the lead off the church roof to make balls for their slings.

At night they lighted huge fires in the courts and cloisters and on them they roasted whole oxen which they spitted upon the ancient pine-trees of the mountain.

Sitting around the flames, amid smoke filled with a mingled odour of resin and fat, they broached huge casks of wine and beer.