Order live, serving God. One of Simon’s feet was carried to this house by a man of blessed memory, the lord John de Vescy, the lord of the borough of Alnwick, the founder and patron of the house of canons which I have already mentioned. After the foot had remained here for several months it was found to be entirely incorrupt; and so, because they had been privileged to discover the endurance of such incorruption in the holy man’s foot, the canons of that abbey (which is called the abbey of Alnwick because it lies near the town of Alnwick), out of reverence for the Author on high, made a shoe of purest silver for the incorrupt foot. But a wound could be seen in this foot, between the little toe and the toe immediately next to it, whether made by a knife or a sword I do not know; for it was not enough for the one who amputated the holy man’s foot that his body had been mutilated in so many ways, unless he were by a greater malice to add a wound to him in his foot. It happened at that time that a very wealthy burgess of Newcastle-upon-Tyne became gravely ill; so much so, that he was deprived of almost all movement; for he did not have the power to move even a foot from his bed, nor to bring his hand to his mouth, nor to perform any bodily function; but neither did he wish to be touched by anyone. So great was the affliction of this prodigious disease by which his whole body was besieged that he chose rather to die than to be moved from his bed, because of the staggering burden of his illness. One night a voice was manifest to him in his dreams, saying, ‘Get up tomorrow morning and you shall be somewhat relieved from this illness; if you make haste to Alnwick, you shall find there in the abbey of the Premonstratensian canons the foot of Simon de Montfort; and from that foot,’ said the voice, ‘you will gain your full health.’ Getting up very early the next morning, he was somewhat relieved, just as the divine voice had predicted to him, but he could not mount his horse without serious pain. After that, he went as quickly as he could to Alnwick, and when he had entered the house of these aforementioned religious men, dismounting his horse as best he could, he hurried to see the foot of the holy man. No sooner had this been discovered by those canons devoted to God, than two of them—so that the burgess, being seriously ill, might come to the foot by a short way lest he should over-exert himself in approaching it—reverently carried the foot to him from its resting-place, in the shoe in which it was encased, for him to touch the shoe and kiss it. But before the sick man could come close, simply from a single glimpse of the shoe, he was deigned worthy to receive full health on account of Simon’s merits. It is worth considering, then, how much glory there will be in Simon’s foot when his whole body is joined with it again after the general judgement, compared with the glory in the foot before the judgement, which even in the dead material that housed it—in the silver shoe—shone out with such saving grace that God’s power invisibly came out of the foot through the shoe to make the sick man well. His other foot—as we should piously believe—was not left without the honour of a miracle. This foot was sent to Llewellyn, prince of the Welsh, who had entered into a treaty with Simon, about which many things have been suspected, and which I pass over in view of people’s suspicions; for at this time Simon was not without suspicion, having all the royal prerogative of England to rule alongside the king, whom he justly held prisoner with him by the barons’ advice and consent. And it was because Simon had promised his daughter to Llewellyn,