Here besides the bed and other furniture was a silver basin with its
jug, one of the beautiful things that John Grimmer had brought I know
not whence. On these Kari fixed his eyes at once, staring at them in
the light of the candles that I had lit, as though they were familiar to
him. Indeed, after glancing at me as though for permission, he went to
the jug that was kept full of water in case of visitors of whom I had
many on business, lifted it, and after pouring a few drops of the water
on to the floor as though he made some offering, drank deeply, thus
showing that he was parched with thirst.
Then without more ado he filled the basin and throwing off his tattered
robe began to wash himself to the waist, round which he wore another
garment, of dirty cotton I thought, which looked like a woman's
petticoat. Watching him I noted two things, that his poor body was as
scratched and scarred as though by old thorn wounds, as were his face
and hands, also marked with great bruises as though from kicks and
blows, and secondly that hung about his neck was a wondrous golden image
about four inches in length.
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