Day 13
April 9
Today we continued our journey for our dear St. Thomas à Becket. As much as I enjoyed the stay at the Tabard, I was growing tired of lollygagging and I am happy to be on my way. I’ve been in southern England several times during my girlhood and it brings back many fond memories. The other pilgrims were happy to leave too I could tell; the squire was laughing and galloping on his horse ahead of our group and shouting to his father. I was pleased just to be riding again. The nun told me this was her first pilgrimage. I was shocked, her being a holy member. I myself have been nearly everywhere and have seen many things. Well don’t worry, I told her, I’ll show you the sites. It’s really too bad she’s a nun…
Friday, October 26, 2007
Day 12
April 8
Tomorrow we will depart form the Tabard and make our way to the Shine of St. Thomas à Becket. In honor of our pilgrimage, the host of the inn decided to throw a feast from all of the pilgrims in our party. It seem we have quite a crowd traveling to the shine, thirty in all. During this jolly feast the host made a suggestion that we all tell stories to pass the time on your traps to the shine. We each decided to tell two stories on the way and two on the way back. With our unique group, I’m sure there will be some very entertaining tales. I particularly want to hear the rich Franklin’s tale.
April 8
Tomorrow we will depart form the Tabard and make our way to the Shine of St. Thomas à Becket. In honor of our pilgrimage, the host of the inn decided to throw a feast from all of the pilgrims in our party. It seem we have quite a crowd traveling to the shine, thirty in all. During this jolly feast the host made a suggestion that we all tell stories to pass the time on your traps to the shine. We each decided to tell two stories on the way and two on the way back. With our unique group, I’m sure there will be some very entertaining tales. I particularly want to hear the rich Franklin’s tale.
The evening before departure from Tabard Inn
Day 12
April 8
Today I made merry with the other pilgrims as celebrating the day before our journey ahead. I tried to invoke conversation in the Cleric again, but still he proved to be too dull to even keep his nose out of his books. The Summoner became drunk and started raving in his Latin, and I made a note to steer clear of this grotesquely looking and smelling man. The Franklin and I chatted for a great deal. He is a very handsome and charming man. I will remember him; he told me of his fine house and parties. After I am absolved, I might want to visit him.
At the Tabard Inn
Day 12
April 7
I ran into a man in our party. He is an Oxford Cleric and is a bit of a nerd. His looked like a wimp and wasn’t much more than skin and bones. His horse wasn’t much better, and you know what they say, “You can tell all about a man from his horse.” He seemed really dense, and was only interested in his books. I tried flirting with him just for kicks, but I don’t think he even noticed me. He made me so mad, it took all my strength to keep from throwing his books in the fire.
At the Tabard Inn
Day 12
April 7
This morning I had my first conversation with the Knight and his son the Squire. The Knight was a perfect gentleman and appeared to be a well-traveled man. However, he was rather boring and wore the plainest of clothing. His son, on the other hand, was a very handsome and passionate young man. It turns out these two are also going to the same shine as the Nun and myself. After speaking again with the Nun, we have all decided to form a traveling party. I am looking forward to traveling with a group of interesting people on my journey. It well be far more enjoyable then my journey here alone.
Day 12
April 7
This morning I had my first conversation with the Knight and his son the Squire. The Knight was a perfect gentleman and appeared to be a well-traveled man. However, he was rather boring and wore the plainest of clothing. His son, on the other hand, was a very handsome and passionate young man. It turns out these two are also going to the same shine as the Nun and myself. After speaking again with the Nun, we have all decided to form a traveling party. I am looking forward to traveling with a group of interesting people on my journey. It well be far more enjoyable then my journey here alone.
At the Tabard Inn
Day 11
April 6
While sitting down for a meal I came into conversation with a rather large women of particularly good taste. Although she is a nun and will never know the pleasures of a man as I have, I found her to be a classy lady. During our talk we realized that we were both on a pilgrimage to the holy shrine of St. Thomas a Becket. She then informed me that she has discovered a number of the men and women that I saw upon my arrival are also on the same pilgrimage. I am eager to meet these fellow pilgrims.
Day 11
April 6
While sitting down for a meal I came into conversation with a rather large women of particularly good taste. Although she is a nun and will never know the pleasures of a man as I have, I found her to be a classy lady. During our talk we realized that we were both on a pilgrimage to the holy shrine of St. Thomas a Becket. She then informed me that she has discovered a number of the men and women that I saw upon my arrival are also on the same pilgrimage. I am eager to meet these fellow pilgrims.
Tabard Inn
Morning of Day 11
April 6
I awoke feeling refreshed. After I finished stowing the rest of my affects away, I promptly decided to survey the Inn. The Host, a very kind and warmhearted man, appeared in the foyer and called the other visitors to breakfast. There were a number of people from many different lands. I took my seat at the more distinguished looking side of the dinning room. The host then placed our meals before us. This would be my first real fine meal since I left my home—fine breads and figs, and many merry conversations. The woman next to me invoked conversation.
Morning of Day 11
April 6
I awoke feeling refreshed. After I finished stowing the rest of my affects away, I promptly decided to survey the Inn. The Host, a very kind and warmhearted man, appeared in the foyer and called the other visitors to breakfast. There were a number of people from many different lands. I took my seat at the more distinguished looking side of the dinning room. The host then placed our meals before us. This would be my first real fine meal since I left my home—fine breads and figs, and many merry conversations. The woman next to me invoked conversation.
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