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It
was
some
time
before
he
obtained
any
answer
,
and
the
reply
,
when
made
,
was
unpropitious
.
"
Pass
on
,
whosoever
thou
art
,
"
was
the
answer
given
by
a
deep
hoarse
voice
from
within
the
hut
,
"
and
disturb
not
the
servant
of
God
and
St
Dunstan
in
his
evening
devotions
.
"
"
Worthy
father
,
"
answered
the
knight
,
"
here
is
a
poor
wanderer
bewildered
in
these
woods
,
who
gives
thee
the
opportunity
of
exercising
thy
charity
and
hospitality
.
"
"
Good
brother
,
"
replied
the
inhabitant
of
the
hermitage
,
"
it
has
pleased
Our
Lady
and
St
Dunstan
to
destine
me
for
the
object
of
those
virtues
,
instead
of
the
exercise
thereof
.
I
have
no
provisions
here
which
even
a
dog
would
share
with
me
,
and
a
horse
of
any
tenderness
of
nurture
would
despise
my
couch
--
pass
therefore
on
thy
way
,
and
God
speed
thee
.
"
"
But
how
,
"
replied
the
knight
,
"
is
it
possible
for
me
to
find
my
way
through
such
a
wood
as
this
,
when
darkness
is
coming
on
?
I
pray
you
,
reverend
father
as
you
are
a
Christian
,
to
undo
your
door
,
and
at
least
point
out
to
me
my
road
.
"
"
And
I
pray
you
,
good
Christian
brother
,
"
replied
the
anchorite
,
"
to
disturb
me
no
more
.
You
have
already
interrupted
one
pater
,
two
aves
,
and
a
credo
,
which
I
,
miserable
sinner
that
I
am
,
should
,
according
to
my
vow
,
have
said
before
moonrise
.
"
"
The
road
--
the
road
!
"
vociferated
the
knight
,
"
give
me
directions
for
the
road
,
if
I
am
to
expect
no
more
from
thee
.
"
"
The
road
,
"
replied
the
hermit
,
"
is
easy
to
hit
.
The
path
from
the
wood
leads
to
a
morass
,
and
from
thence
to
a
ford
,
which
,
as
the
rains
have
abated
,
may
now
be
passable
.
When
thou
hast
crossed
the
ford
,
thou
wilt
take
care
of
thy
footing
up
the
left
bank
,
as
it
is
somewhat
precipitous
;
and
the
path
,
which
hangs
over
the
river
,
has
lately
,
as
I
learn
,
(
for
I
seldom
leave
the
duties
of
my
chapel
,
)
given
way
in
sundry
places
.
"
Thou
wilt
then
keep
straight
forward
--
"
"
A
broken
path
--
a
precipice
--
a
ford
,
and
a
morass
!
"
said
the
knight
interrupting
him
,
--
"
Sir
Hermit
,
if
you
were
the
holiest
that
ever
wore
beard
or
told
bead
,
you
shall
scarce
prevail
on
me
to
hold
this
road
to-night
.
I
tell
thee
,
that
thou
,
who
livest
by
the
charity
of
the
country
--
ill
deserved
,
as
I
doubt
it
is
--
hast
no
right
to
refuse
shelter
to
the
wayfarer
when
in
distress
.
Either
open
the
door
quickly
,
or
,
by
the
rood
,
I
will
beat
it
down
and
make
entry
for
myself
.
"
