Evening
Day 14
April 10

A bit of sun has shone through the clouds, giving us temporary relief. The rain has subsided for the most part, but our traveling paths are all ruined. The knight has tried diligently to guide us all on the safest roads possible, but in vain; the young lad cleric’s horse became stuck in the thick mud, and in attempt to free itself, it broke its poor leg. Unable to carry on the burden of a half-starved, crippled horse, we had nothing else to do but to kill the poor animal. As sorry as I do feel for the poor boy, I did not offer my horse. He will have to ride with the miller if he wants to continue our pilgrimage.