BlurtZo de la brava espada, after crossing the Pyrenees, has followed a heavenly aroma to an inn where he is attended by a jolie jeune fille.
 

My Lord, you look weary. Perhaps a pie to restore your strength?

         Oh what a hunger! Only one more pie to go!

My Lord, you look unwell. Perhaps a nap to restore your health?

 
       And while he slept, he was swept into the night.

 
        Destined to awake in the dungeon at Versailles.