Often a valley boasted no inn at all, and climbers found shelter wherever they could-- sometimes with the local priest (who was usually as poor as his parishioners) , sometimes with shepherds or cheese-makers.
" Ah, " said the Marsh-wiggle, shaking his head. " I see you're making the best of a bad job. That's right. You've been well brought up, you have. You've learned to put a good face on things."