And, since this journey was the price of entrance into Paradise,
The gaols belched out their criminals and beggars all alive with lice.
We took no food, for God is good; besides we heard that convents strewed
Converted Hungary for us. We never dared mistrust His mood.
Heading the mass far up the pass, that led us straight to Calvary,
The preaching-man upon an ass recited magic formulæ.
Soon we were joined by northern lords; no few among their folk had swords.
(Walter the Pennyless his rout had gone before and died in hordes,
While Gotschalk's dupes, with geese and goats upon their flags, had found the boats
To pass beyond the Bosphorus, where Kilidj Arslan cut their throats.)