A woman was up and about, but the man was still asleep, on a straw shake-down, on the clay floor.
The woman seemed uneasy until I explained that we were travelers and had lost our way and been wandering in the woods all night.
She became talkative, then, and asked if we had heard of the terrible goings-on at the manor-house of Abblasoure.

Yes, we had heard of them, but what we wanted now was rest and sleep.

The king broke in: "Sell us the house and take yourselves away, for we be perilous company, being late come from people that died of the Spotted Death." It was good of him, but unnecessary.

One of the commonest decorations of the nation was the waffle-iron face.

I had early noticed that the woman and her husband were both so decorated.