ABSTRACT
Unfortunately, the caravan had arrived too late to enter the city, and, hungry and weary, the pilgrims could not prevail upon the Turks within the city to let down provisions for them. Lithgow himself was only saved from the extremities of hunger by the kindness of the Franciscan Guardian of the ‘Monastery of the Cordeleirs’, who kept watch for arriving pilgrims; he enquired whether there were any Franks in the caravan, and on learning that there was a solitary one, he smuggled over the walls some bread, wine and À shes for Lithgow (this modest meal cost the Guardian the next day a À ne of a hundred piastres exacted by the Turkish governor of the city, on the pretext that weapons or ammunition could have been brought in from Lithgow).154
