"Hey, you don't understand, stop, don't leave," drunk Nicolas grabbed his interlocutor by the beard, "I'll explain everything to you now!"
"Papa! When are you going to throw that pissed-off Breton out of our tavern?" The inn owner's daughter, Mary, asked her father. "He scares away all our customers!"
"What can I do? He pays his bills and even more."
Black-haired, black-eyed Mary shrugged her shoulders in displeasure and continued to deliver beer to visitors.
***
And finally this day came, Nicolas refused to pay and demanded more beer.
"Peter! Ivan!" The owner of the inn called his sons and pointed to Nicolas.
"Go in the ass folks! Tomorrow I'll write to Paris, they'll send me money, don't scoff!"
But Peter and Ivan took Nicolas by his arms and legs and kicked him out straight onto the dirty Moscow street.
***
There I found him, hungry, tired and too proud to ask for alms. Hiring on both sides ended due to a truce therefore all mercenaries in Moscow were without work.
I was lucky, I accidentally stumbled upon a Deutsche merchant who was returning to Danzig and recruiting his guards. We had a mutual friend, Leo, a servant in the office of the Riga's Archbishop.
Nicolas asked for an advance, but looks at his condition, I refused. "No money until we get to Riga."
We went to a nearby tavern, and I ordered rich cabbage soup and mead. There, having eaten and drank the glorious mead, Nicolas slowly began to turn into a human being.