But we were going up instead of down, and I was overjoyed to have the aching leave my heart for my knees.
The room in which the Burgundian left us was large and clean.

There were two beds of sweet straw upon the floor, and to my unspeakable joy there was a bar on the door whereby it could be locked from within.

There were also two tubs of water for a bath.

On a rude bench was a complete change of clothing which had been brought by some kind hand from the inn.

On an oak table were two bottles of wine, a bowl of honey, a cellar of pepper, white bread, cold meat, and pastry.