Then there was shewn to them a miller big, surly (?), rough, jet-black, tanned, hideous. Nothing under his fork was manifest to them, and they saw nothing over it. It seemed to them that, in the present world, there were no jewels or treasures or kine which he had not, casting them into the mouth of the mill31.
‘Why art thou doing that, O man?’ say they.
‘I will tell you’, quoth he. ‘Everything as to which niggardliness is shewn in the world, that is what I put into the mouth of this mill, and I am the Miller of Hell.’
Then they fare forth.