Day 15
Evening
April 11

The miller became impatient and snapped at me. Nobody knows where we are! The Reeve however, stayed riding beside me and hinted suggestively that maybe we’d be better off taking our own path. After all, the knight is proving to be a poor guide as we move on. The Reeve told me that a possible way out of the woods would be to cross the stream. I tried to convince the parson and the plowman to come with us, only they were too sheepish and loyal to the knight to want to abandon the group. The miller turned around and overheard the Reeve and I talking with the plowman and the parson, and completely lost his temper and accused me of jeopardizing the group’s safety. He then--I shall never forgive this--forced me to ride next him as an assurance that I will not rebel and cause havoc among the pilgrims, like I am a child! The reeve denied any part in our little “conspiracy”. I cannot wait for this pilgrimage to be over!