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Whan thei wer comyn to Strawissownd, thei toke the lond, and so the sayd creatur 
wyth the forseyd man went toward Wilsnak in gret drede and passyd many perellys. 
The man the which was hir gyde was evyr aferd and wold evyr a forsakyn hir cumpany. 
Many tymys sche spak as fayr to hym as sche cowde that he schulde not forsakyn hir in 
tho strawnge cuntreys and in myddys of hir enmyis, for ther was opyn werr betwix the 
Englisch and tho cuntreys. Therfor hir drede was meche the mor, and evyr among owr 
Lord spak to hir mende, "Why dredist the ther schal no man don non harm to the, ne to 
non that thu gost wyth. Therfor comforte thi man and telle hym ther schal no man hurte 
hym ne harmyn hym whil that he is in thi cumpany. Dowtyr, thu wist wel a woman 
that hath a fayr man and a semly to hir husbonde, yyf sche love hym, sche wyl gon 
wyth hym wher evyr he wil. And, dowtyr, ther is non so fayr and so semly ne so good 
as I. Therfor, yf thu love me, thu schalt not dredyn to gon wyth me wher that evyr I wil 
havyn the. Dowtyr, I browte the hedyr, and I schal bryngyn the hom ageyn into Inglond 
in safwarde. Dowte it not, but leve it ryth wel." Swech holy dalyawns and spechys in 
hir sowle cawsyd hir to sobbyn ryth boistowsly and wepyn ful plentyuowsly. The mor 
sche wept, the yrkar was hir man of hir cumpany and the rathyr besyn hym to gon fro 
hir and leevyn hir alone. He went so fast that sche myth not folwyn wythowtyn gret 
labowr and gret disese. He seyd that he was aferd of enmyis and of thevys that thei 
schulde takyn hir awey fro hym peraventur and betyn hym and robbyn ther to. Sche 
comfortyd hym as wel as sche cowde and seyde sche durst undirtakyn that ther schulde 
no man neythyr betyn hem ne robbyn hem ne seyn non evyl worde to hem. And sone 
aftyr her dalyawns ther cam a man owt of a wode, a tal man wyth good wepyn and wel 
arayd for to fyten as hem semyd. Than hir man, beyng in gret drede, seyd to hir, "Lo, 
what seyst thu now?" Sche seyd, "Trust in owr Lord God and drede no man." The man 
cam by hem and seyd non evyl worde to hem, so thei passyd forth to Wilsnakward 
wyth gret labowr. Sche myth not enduryn so gret jurneys as the man myth, and he had 
no compassyon of hir ne not wolde abydyn for hir. And therfor sche labowryd as long 
as sche myth tyl that sche fel in sekenes and myth no ferther. It was gret merveyl and 
myracle that a woman dysewsyd of goyng and also abowtyn three scor yer of age schuld 
enduryn cotidianly to kepyn hir jurney and hir pase wyth a man fryke and lusty to gon. 
On Corpus Cristi Evyn it lukkyd hem to comyn to a lityl ostage fer fro any towne, and 
ther myth thei getyn no beddyng but a lityl strawe. And the sayd creatur restyd hir 
therupon that nyght and the next day tyl it was ageyn evyn. Owr Lord sent leevyn, 
thundyr, and reyne ny al the tyme that thei durst not labowryn owtward. Sche was ful 
glad ther of, for sche was ryth seke, and sche wist wel, yf it had ben fayr wedyr, the 
man that went wyth hir wolde not abedyn hir, he wolde a gon fro hir. Therfor sche 
thankyd God that gaf hym occasyon of abydyng thow it wer ageyns hys wille. And in 
the mene tyme becawse of hir sekenes ther was ordeynd a wayne, and so sche was 
cariid forth to the Holy Blood of Wilsnak wyth gret penawns and gret disese. The 
women in the cuntré as thei wentyn, havyng compassyon, seydyn many tymys to the 
forseyd man that he was worthy gret blame for he labowryd hir so sor. He, desiryng to 
be delyveryd of hir, chargyd not what thei seydyn ne nevyr sparyd hir the mor. Thus 
what wyth wel and wyth woo thorw the help of owr Lord sche was browt to Wilsnak 
and saw that Precyows Blod whech be myracle cam owt of the blisful sacrament 
of the awtere.