carried him towards a heap of straw that he seemed used to lie upon;
there I stripped him and looked to his wounds, and used leech-craft,
the memory of which God gave me for this purpose, I suppose, and
within seven days I found that he would not die.

Afterwards, as I wandered about the castle, I came to a room in one of
the upper storeys, that had still the roof on, and windows in it with
painted glass, and there I found green raiment and swords and armour,
and I clothed myself.

So when he got well I asked him what his name was, and he me, and we
both of us said, "Truly I know not." Then said I, "but we must call
each other some name, even as men call days."

"Call me Swerker," he said, "some priest I knew once had that name."

"And me Wulf," said I, "though wherefore I know not."

Then I tried to learn painting till I thought I should die, but at
last learned it through very much pain and grief.

And, as the years went on and we grew old and grey, we painted purple
pictures and green ones instead of the scarlet and yellow, so that the
walls looked altered, and always we painted God's judgments.

And we would sit in the sunset and watch them with the golden light
changing them, as we yet hoped God would change both us and our works.
Often too we would sit outside the walls and look at the trees and
sky, and the ways of the few men and women we saw; therefrom sometimes
befell adventures.