He went, he stood upon the bridge, he saw the House under the Wall, he returned to the inn.

But a night came when he had stirring adventures to relate.
At the time of which I am writing every court in Europe had its cluster of genteel vagabonds,--foreigners,--who stood in high favor.

These hangers-on, though perhaps of the noblest blood in their own lands, were usually exiles from their native country.

Some had been banished for crimes; others had wandered from their homes, prompted by the love of roaming so often linked with unstable principles and reckless dispositions.

Burgundy under Charles the Rash was a paradise for these gentry.