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My name is Marion and I have been on a
Pilgrimage for at least a year. I went in a group so I was not by
myself. It is not wise to travel the roads alone you know. The
uniform? The church blessed it before we came on the pilgrimage
back in Chester.
The reason I went on a pilgrimage, is because
many years ago, when I was only thirteen, I had blasphemed against
the Saint Peter, and I heard that he was in Toulouse. So I
didn’t think about it twice, I just went to ask for forgiveness.
But when I got there, Saint Peter had moved to Santiago so I had
to rush there before he decided to move again.
If you are a religious man you will
understand this, I dreamt it! The Saint Luke, said to me, that
Saint Peter is angry, he wants forgiveness, otherwise he will sent
me straight to hell! So as soon as I woke, I went to church to pay
off my debts and tell the monks that I am going on a Pilgrimage! I
also needed to make peace with my enemy. But I still hate him
though! But nothing has happened to me, so God must be pleased
with me for hating him!
My journey was not exactly hard and not
exactly easy. It was just normal! Because as soon as I had started
my journey a storm had started! So I had to spend the night in a
cave, which was not remotely comforting. We had to sleep on a cold
damp floor with very little light, but my sclavien kept me
remotely warm. The next day, we started our journey with great
pleasure. The sun was shining and the next town was at least two
hundred miles away, we were at the end of England. So our spirits
were high. But they were quickly shattered. Because when we got to
Cambridge, the church was full! So we spent the day living and
eating in a grubby, small and musty hospice. But we all had to
share a double bed, and there were four of us! At least we were
given better food than the grub we started off with. A few days
later we set off again. But when we got to the port, we found out
that our boat to take us straight to Santiago had sunk in the port
due to last week’s terrible weather! We searched for another
boat to take us straight to Santiago but they were terribly
expensive! So we ended up in a small barge going to Toulouse.
Along with the cargo. But seeing as the (Italian) captain
sometimes had other guests, we did have hammocks to sleep in. But
the only problem on the boat, (because one of use learnt Italian
when they went on another pilgrimage) was that we all got on each
other’s nerves. Someone actually got tipped into the sea!! But
after six long weeks, we got to Toulouse. It was raining, and we
had to travel though the forest. It was very dark, and we kept on
hearing rustling in the bushes. We were obviously right, there was
something in the bushes. Wolves. We heard them before they jumped
out of the bushes. So we scrambled for the nearest tree and
quickly climbed up it. But as soon as we had got up the tree,
robbers burst in, unaware of the wolves and were quickly digested
by the wolves. So we saw our chance and ran. We were so scared we
ran right onto the road, which takes us through the Pyrenees. So
we camped, once again in a secret little cave. In the morning, we
set along across the road to Santiago. But we came across a river.
With a barge on it, we wanted to find another way to get across
the Pyrenees. So we asked the driver to take us along the river.
He accepted, as long as we paid him 13 shillings!!!! So we agreed
and were in fact taken all the way to Santiago! By now, we had
barely any food left. So we were very hungry by now, but when we
got to the church, it must have been a celebration! Pilgrims from
all over the country had come to eat in the church! So we sat down
and ate.
When everybody was asleep, I set to be
forgiven by Saint Peter. So I prayed, went back to bed. When we
woke up, we had breakfast and went to catch our boat. So the boat
that was better than the last, (that is good) took us back to
here.
When we were in the dock, we saw a spider. We
thought it didn’t mean anything, but then we found out that a
ship had sunk. So the devil had prevented us on the way of our
journey. Also when we were lost in the forest, running away from
wolves, an angel flew across the sky, leading us to the cave. Also
I saw an angel passing through the sky when I had prayed to Saint
Peter. So I knew I had been forgiven.
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