Of hunger and thirst, cold and weariness there was no end. For they
gave us no victuals but only in the evening. In the morning they used
to give us a little drink, or some sodden millet to sup off. In the
evening they bestowed flesh upon us ... and every man had a measured
quantity of broth to drink.... In the beginning our guide highly
disdained us, and it was tedious unto him to conduct such base fellows.
Afterward, when he began to know us somewhat better he directed us on
our way by the courts of rich Moals [? Moghuls], and we were requested
to pray for them. Wherefore had I carried a good interpreter with me,
I should have had opportunity to have done much good.... And they
marvelled exceedingly that we would receive neither gold, nor silver,
nor precious and costly garments at their hand....