"You mind me of the babbling of the merchant-folk, when I spurred Willebald into new roads.

He had done as his father before him, and bought wool and salted fish from the English, paying with the stuffs of our Flemish looms.

A good trade of small and sure profits, but I sought bigger quarries.

For, mark you, there was much in England that had a value in this country of ours which no Englishman guessed." "Of what nature ?" the monk asked with curiosity in his voice.
"Roman things.

Once in that land of bogs and forests there were bustling Roman towns and rich Roman houses, which disappeared as every tide brought in new robbers from the sea.