West in Valland, a man had such bad health that he became a cripple,
and went on his knees and elbows. One day he was upon the road, and had
fallen asleep. He dreamt that a gallant man came up to him and asked him
where he was going. When he named the neighbouring town, the man said
to him, "Go to Saint Olaf's church that stands in London, and there thou
shalt be cured." There-upon he awoke, and went straightway to inquire
the road to Olaf's church in London. At last he came to London Bridge,
and asked the men of the castle if they could tell him where Olaf's
church was; but they replied, there were so many churches that they
could not tell to whom each of them was consecrated. Soon after a man
came up and asked him where he wanted to go, and he answered to Olaf's
church. Then said the man, "We shall both go together to Olaf's church,
for I know the way to it." Thereupon they went over the bridge to the
shrine where Olaf's church was; and when they came to the gates of the
churchyard the man mounted over the half-door that was in the gate, but
the cripple rolled himself in, and rose up immediately sound and strong:
when he looked about him his conductor had vanished.