DEVIL STORIES
So the foolish monk knelt down, and devoutly sung out an ave. "Amen!" said Sir Roger, devoutly.
"Amen!" said Mercurius, as, suddenly, coming behind, he seized Ignatius by his long beard, and flew up with him to the top of the church-steeple.
The monk roared, and screamed, and swore against his brother; but it was of no avail: Sir Roger smiled kindly on him, and said, "Do not fret, brother; it must have come to this in a year or two."
And he flew alongside of Mercurius to the steepletop: but this time the devil had not his tail round his neck. "I will let thee off" thy bet," said he to the demon; for he could afford, now, to be generous.
"I believe, my lord," said the demon, politely, "that our ways separate here." Sir Roger sailed gaily upwards: while Mercurius having bound the miserable monk faster than ever, he sunk downwards to earth, and perhaps lower. Ignatius was heard roaring and screaming as the devil dashed him against the iron spikes and buttresses of the church.
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