For Ulf had made no ground since his first stop, when those doubters around him had fled, yet he but smiled and held up to the angels the gift he was taking to the Great Church, a little statue of the Holy Virgin. ‘Look! Our Lady in wood.’
Then was he buffeted, and spun about with blasts of foul wind, and hounded until his legs would no longer carry him, and fetched up at last on the roadside. But it was the wrong side, and now Searle saw him there and yelled.