[…] the Cold was insufferable; nor indeed was it more painful than it was surprising, to come but ten Days before out of the old Castile where the Weather was not only warm but very hot, and immediately to feel a Wind from the Pyrenean Mountains, so very keen, so severely cold, as to be intollerable, and to endanger benumbing and perishing of our Fingers and Toes.

The sleep-healing takes place, shortly before the end of the poem, in the Cave of Quietude, an underearth cavern that is environed by hell.

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Of ston mid stel in ðe tunder wel to brennen one ðis wunder.