"Great is the right, and shall prevail!" cried the virtuous person. "There is loyalty in my soul; be sure, there is loyalty in the mind of Odin."
"These are but playings upon words," returned the priest. "A sackful of such trash is nothing to the peacock."
Just then they passed a country farm where there was a peacock seated on a rail, and the bird opened its mouth and sang with the voice of a nightingale.
"Where are you now?" asked the virtuous person. "And yet this shakes not me! Great is the truth and shall prevail!"
"The devil fly away with that peacock!" said the priest; and he was downcast for a mile or two.
But presently they came to a shrine, where a Fakeer performed miracles.
"Ah!" said the priest, "here are the true grounds of faith. The peacock was but an adminicle. This is the base of our religion." And he beat upon his breast and groaned like one with colic.
"Now to me," said the virtuous person,
