armor, a bright helmet and a beautiful white cloak, lined with lambs wool. it was nearly freezing outside, but his thick cloak kept him warm. he was hardly aware of the cold. but then, as he approached the gates of the town, he saw a poor man, a beggar, dressed with clothes so ragged that he was practically bare. the man was shaking and blue with cold, but no one reached out to help him. people would pass through the gates, looking straight ahead, so their eyes would not meet with those of the poor, desperate man.
that night, as martin slept, he had a dream. a man appear to him 