Then he packed his gold into the barrel , covered it well with a layer of nails , hoisted it on to the wheelbarrow with some difficulty , and set off with it upon his homeward way . At one place upon the road he met a handsome young man who seemed by his downcast air to be in some great trouble . Father Peter , who wished everybody to be as happy as he was himself , greeted him cheerfully , and asked where he was going , to which he answered sadly : ` Into the wide world , good father , or out of it , where ever my feet may chance to carry me . ' ` Why out of it ? ' said Peter . ` What has the world been doing to you ? ' ` It has done nothing to me , nor I to it , ' he replied . ` Nevertheless there is not anything left in it for me . ' Father Peter did his best to cheer the young man up , and invited him to sup with him at the first inn they came to , thinking that perhaps hunger and poverty were causing the stranger 's trouble . But when good food was set before him he seemed to forget to eat . So Peter perceived that what ailed his guest was sorrow of heart , and asked him kindly to tell him his story . ` Where is the good , father ? ' said he . ` You can give me neither help nor comfort . ' ` Who knows ? ' answered Master Peter . ' I might be able to do something for you . Often enough in life help comes to us from the most unexpected quarter . ' The young man , thus encouraged , began his tale . ' I am , ' said he , ' a crossbow-man in the service of a noble count , in whose castle I was brought up .
Not long ago my master went on a journey , and brought back XXXXX him , amongst other treasures , the portrait of a fair maiden so sweet and lovely that I lost my heart at first sight of it , and could think of nothing but how I might seek her out and marry her .
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