Those who found her at length said that she was not so
much burned as might have been expected, but as to this I am uncertain,
since I could not bring myself to look upon her who desired to remember
her as she had been in life. She was buried by the side of my father,
who was drowned, in the churchyard of St. Clement's, and when all had
gone away I wept a little on her grave.
The rest of that day I spent making ready for my journey. As it chanced
when the house was burnt the outbuildings which lay on the farther side
of the yard behind escaped the fire, and in the stable were two good
horses, one a grey riding-gelding and the other a mare that used to drag
the nets to the quay and bring back the fish, which horses, although
frightened and alarmed, were unharmed. Also there was a quantity of
stores, nets, salt, dried fish in barrels, and I know not what besides.
The horses I kept, but all the rest of the gear, together with the
premises, the ground on which the house had stood, and the other
property I made over to William, my man, who promised me to pay me their
value when he could earn it in better times.
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