At St. Omer they breathed their horses with the bridles passed under their arms for fear of accident, and ate a morsel from their hands on the stones of the street, after they departed again.
En Saint Omer hicieron respirar a los caballos brida en mano, por miedo a contratiempos, y comieron un bocado deprisa y de pie en la calle; tras lo cual, volvieron a partir.