Yet, something tells me she needs my help." "You may tell that maiden," said Jeannette, "that I lend you to her; and if she need shelter, she shall have it here." I thanked her for that brave speech, and tore myself away.

By dint of hard walking--for I had no nag to carry me this time--I arrived late that night at Rochester, where I was glad enough to turn into the first inn I met, and sleep.
I know not how it was.

I dreamed all night that Ludar was calling to me to turn back, while the maiden was bidding me go forward; and betwixt them I was torn in two, and lay kicking all night, listening to the clatter of hoofs that went past, and fancying that while I tarried there, his Grace of Canterbury was carrying off my sweet Jeannette, I know not whither.

It must have been towards morning when at last I shook off my nightmares and fell asleep.

And thus it happened that, instead of being far on my road, at ten of the clock I still lay snoring, with all my day's work before me to reach Canterbury that night.
As it fell out, I did not even do that.