mischief, and clustering round the image, raised their hoods, and

grasped their scourges, as the priests did their tapers, and awaited

the attack, resolved to defend themselves and even to take the

offensive against their assailants if they could. Fortune, however,

arranged the matter better than they expected, for all Sancho did

was to fling himself on his master's body, raising over him the most

doleful and laughable lamentation that ever was heard, for he believed

he was dead. The curate was known to another curate who walked in