"Good-day, Mr. Mayor," Lovallec exclaimed, "will you give me something to eat?"
"Go away, you tramp, or I will have you arrested this instant," cried the mayor.
He met the lord of the castle.
"Good-day," said the traveller. "I am cold, your lordship; can you give me some clothing to wear—something to hide my nakedness?"
Then the lord of the castle called to his servants and directed them to give the beggar a hundred lashes, and the unfortunate young man was beat and left for dead on the way.
A poor girl, passing by, saw him lying on the ground, and bent over him tenderly. Then she called assistance, and had him carried to her home, where she watched over him constantly, weeping and praying that he might recover.
At last Lovallec recovered, and said to the young girl who had rescued him:
"My guardian angel, what has happened since I have been ill? What is the news in the city?"