licked the wounds on my feet, and a tigress let me rest in the lair of her whelps. Holy father, the wild beasts had pity! ‘:
“Then why don’t you remain in the wood, devil, she-devil?”
“Because I must fulfil a duty among men.”
“Who lays the task upon you, witch, devil?”
“In my dream, soft voices have spoken to me, the voice of my father, and of him whom I loved, and they said: ‘Go among men, do penance.’ . . . . But naked I cannot go among men, for they throw stones at me. And therefore, O father, I come to you, and entreat you: give me something to cover me! I have only my hair to hide me, and under my hair I am naked. O father, give me something to cover me! O father, give me your oldest mantle for my penance garb!”
The hermit looked up at her, as she knelt in her fair hair, and he saw that she was weeping. Her tears were blood-red rubies.
“He who weeps rubies has committed great sin; he who weeps rubies has a soul crimson with sin!”
The penitent sobbed and bowed her head to the ground.
“Here,” said the hermit sternly, but com-
