In another quarter of an hour my conductors take their departure, and M.Zen brings me three livres and a half, stating that I would receive the same amount every week.

It was exactly the pay of a private.
I did not give way to any burst of passion, but I felt the most intense indignation.

Late in the evening I expressed a wish to have some food bought, for I could not starve; then, stretching myself upon a hard camp bed, I passed the night amongst the soldiers without closing my eyes, for these Sclavonians were singing, eating garlic, smoking a bad tobacco which was most noxious, and drinking a wine of their own country, as black as ink, which nobody else could swallow.
Early next morning Major Pelodoro (the governor of the fortress) called me up to his room, and told me that, in compelling me to spend the night in the guard-house, he had only obeyed the orders he had received from Venice from the secretary of war.

"Now, reverend sir," he added, "my further orders are only to keep you a prisoner in the fort, and I am responsible for your remaining here.

I give you the whole of the fortress for your prison.