But I will take your three candles, for it is not likely that I shall sleep." Wogan smoked his pipe all the rest of the night, reclining on a couple of chairs in front of the cupboard.

In the morning he made his valet walk three miles by his horse's side.

The man dared not disobey, and when Wogan finally let him go he was so far from the town that, had he confederates there, he could do no harm.
Wogan continued his journey.

Towns, it was proved, were no safer to him than villages.

He began to wonder how it was that no traps had been laid for him on the earlier stages of his journey, and he suddenly hit upon the explanation.