Well it proved for me that the sleeve of my garment was so thick, for even through it the flesh of my forearm was torn to ribbons, moreover a bone seemed to be broken.

Leo collected a double handful of some soft wet moss and, having washed the arm, wrapped it round with a handkerchief, over which he laid the moss.
Then with a second handkerchief and some strips of linen torn from our undergarments he fastened a couple of split reeds to serve as rough splints to the wounded limb.

While he was doing this I suppose that I slept or swooned.

At any rate, I remember no more.
Sometime during that night Leo had a strange dream, of which he told me the next morning.

I suppose that it must have been a dream as certainly I saw or was aware of nothing.