I have entrusted my bale to Leonhard Tucher and given over my white cloth to him.
Folk of the land it had lapped in flame, with bale and brand.
Then he sat down on a bale of hay and took stock of his misfortunes.
My lawyer tells me, that every bale and every part of the bales must be equal to the sample.
But he pulled me off the bale by the leg, and that woke me up so I sensed ...