I am the Monk and I should have been the second person to tell my tale, but I was rudely interrupted by the drunken Miller. But you know what they say, “You can’t argue with a drunk.”
I am very happy to be on this pilgrimage because I feel so free like I was born to ride in the open fields. It is fun riding with others even if there are a few undesirables. Too bad we couldn’t hunt along the way.
I can tell you that I will not get into any physical fights with the Miller because I wouldn’t want to ruin my fine clothes. I think I should ask the Wife of Bath to mend them for me should the Miller corner me in a drunken state and tear my threads from limb to limb.
I shall do my best to put aside my feelings of disgust and tell my tales of tragedy. Men who were once living life large and then fell from grace. Who knows, it could be you one day. Be warned and armed with the knowledge I am about to bestow upon thee.
Let’s ride on and hear the tales, shall we? They are very interesting and will leave you with more knowledge than whence you came. Ride on!