He looked at me darkly and crossed himself.
"Too well," he said, "it was there that one of my comrades sold himself to Satan; the Virgin shield us from temptations! He has paid the price; he is now burning in the reddest place in Hell!"
A fear came upon me; I could answer nothing; and presently the man resumed, as if to himself: "Yes," he said, "O yes, I know it. I have passed its doors. There was snow upon the pass, the wind was driving it; sure enough there was death that night upon the mountains, but there was worse beside the hearth. I took him by the arm, Señor, and dragged him to the gate; I conjured him, by all he loved and respected, to go forth with me; I went on my knees before him in the snow: and I could see he was moved by my entreaty. And just then she came out on the gallery, and called him by his name; and he turned, and there was she standing with a lamp in her hand and smiling on him to come back. I cried out aloud to God, and threw my arms about him, but he put me by, and left me alone. He had made his choice; God help us. I would pray for him, but to what end? there are sins that not even the Pope can loose."
"And your friend," I asked, "what became of him?"
"Nay, God knows," said the muleteer. "If all be true that we hear, his end was like his sin, a thing to raise the hair."
"Do you mean that he was killed?" I asked.
"Sure enough, he was killed," returned the man. "But how? Ay, how? But these are things that it is sin to speak of."
"The people of that house ..." I began.
