A ruddy blaze streamed out through that open door.  Friendly hands assisted him to alight, and guided him to a rude oak settle placed within the deep inglenook, which was almost like a small inner chamber of the wide farm kitchen.  Some hot, steaming drink was held to his lips; and when he had drunk, the mist seemed to clear away from his eyes, and he saw that he was the centre of quite a group of simple rustics; whilst the pretty, dark-eyed Joan, in her gown of blue serge, with its big sleeves of white cloth, was eagerly watching him, all the time pouring out her story, which everybody appeared to wish to hear again and again.

“Just to think of it!” cried a burly man, whose dress bespoke him a farmer no less than his ruddy cheeks and horny hands.  “Would that I had been there!  He should not then have escaped with his life.

“Child, why didst thou not stab him to the heart as he lay?

“Well has he been called Devil’s Own by his former comrades and playfellows.  A defenceless girl—­my daughter!  By good St. Anthony, if he crosses my path again it shall be for the last time.  I will—­”

“Hush, I pray you, good husband,” said his wife more gently, though from the way in which she clasped her daughter to her breast it was plain she had been deeply moved by the story of her peril.  “Remember what the Scriptures say:  ‘Thou shalt not kill,’ ‘Vengeance is mine,’ and many like passages—­”

But the woman stopped suddenly short, silenced by the grip of her husband’s hand upon her arm.  A quick look was exchanged between them, and she lapsed into silence.

The farmer glanced round him, and dismissed the serving wenches and labourers who had gathered round to their own quarters, and indeed in many cases to their beds; for early hours were all the fashion in those days.  The farmer’s wife beckoned her daughter, and went to prepare for the lodging of their guest; and before very long Paul found himself in a bed which, however rude according to our notions, was luxury itself to the weary traveller.

The smith soon saw to his hurts, pronounced them only trifling, and bound them up as cleverly as a leech would have done.  Indeed, he was the regular doctor for most kinds of hurts, and could practise the rude surgery of the day with as much success as a more qualified man.

Paul had been weary enough half-an-hour before, but the good food he had taken and the hot spiced wine had effectually aroused him.  He was very tough and well seasoned, and although glad enough to lie still in bed, was not particularly disposed for sleep; and when the smith was preparing to depart, he begged him to stay a while longer, and tell him something about the place and about the people he had come amongst.  The worthy man was ready enough to chat, though he had little notion of imparting information.  Still, he answered questions with frankness, and Paul was able to pick up a good deal of gossip as to public opinion in those parts and the feeling of the people round.