A tree with drooping branches stood across the aisle, he said.

He went around the trunk, which was a great one, and it was as though he had turned into the nave of the cathedral.

There was space, but trees like pillars on either side, and at the end three great trees covered to the tops with vine and purple grapes.

And here he saw before him, under the greatest tree, a man in a long white gown like a White Friar.

The sight halted him, turned him, he averred, to stone.