How Master Richard fared: how he heard Mass in Saint Pancras' Church:
how he came to Westminster: and of his colloquy with the Ankret


_Abyssus abyssum invocat: in voce cataractarum tuarum_.

Deep calleth on deep: at the noise of Thy flood-gates.--_Ps. xli. 8._


III


The tale of his journey and of his coming to London he told me when I
saw him again at the end. He spoke to me for over an hour, and I think
that I have remembered near every word, but I cannot write down the
laughter and the tears that were in his voice as he told me.

As he went along the road beneath the trees and the stars, carrying his
kirtle, with his books and other things in his burse, and his hat on his
shoulders, he was both happy and sorry.

There are two kinds of happiness for mortal men: there is that which is
carnal and imperfect and hangs on circumstances and the health of the
body and such like things; and there is that which is spiritual and
perfect, which hangs on nothing else than the doing of the will of God
Almighty so far as it is known, so that a man may have both at once, or
either without the other. Master Richard had the one without the other.